Salty, it turns out that the sea breeze is really salty.

Ferrante stood on top of the collapsed wall, embracing the sea breeze with open hands.

On the West Coast, even after the past few months, the damage here has not been alleviated much.

The news that another world was about to crash into here had been told to my father, and His Majesty had given him a reply, and my father had indeed become a bit mysterious lately.

But no matter how much he asked, his father refused to reveal anything, only said that he could rest assured that everything was being prepared.

Ferrante knew that this was because his father did not want him to get involved, and he did not want to let him continue to take risks, but he could not stay in Sears City, and dreamed every night that in addition to the battlefield, it was the souls of more than 2,000 poor people.

In the end, he proposed to Duke Roy that he wanted to go to the West Coast to help with the disaster relief, and on the one hand, he would stay away from Sears and do what he could.

Yes, he became more and more determined that he should do what he could for this world.

But when he arrived here, everything was beyond his imagination, although the Duchy of Solan was a principality, it was also the second most powerful country in the human race, and a few months had passed, and it had not even established the proper post-disaster order here.

Thinking about the rescue area outside the orc dead ground, Ferrante lowered his arm and sighed heavily.

It is located in the middle of the west coast, and the entire affected area of the west coast has a range of hundreds of kilometers from north to south, and the hidden impact on the eastern interior covers a small half of the principality.

Along the way, the impact of the inland has gradually stabilized, and the local governing halls are also reassuring the people, and the disaster relief is nearing its end.

Can it be ...... here Ferrante gritted her teeth, it was like a shroud, covering the pungent smell of rancidity.

Disaster relief, how can there be any disaster relief here!

Is it the porridge that doesn't even have a spoonful of rice every day at the rescue point, or the obese aristocracy of the rescue team who gather in the house to play cards?

"Yes, for those nobles who come to the rescue, this is a battlefield of victory, come and walk, and you can be rewarded by His Majesty the King when you return. ”

Ferrante muttered to himself, turned and walked down the wall and boarded the carriage.

In the very center of the city, there was a long queue at the rescue point, and people with yellow faces and thin muscles were waiting for today's dinner, a bowl of porridge with no rice in sight.

These once temperamental and bold seaside dwellers are now only looking at the desire for food.

Ferrante made all the way into the city, and instead of rushing to the rescue point, he turned around halfway and went to the Poseidon Church.

There is also a long queue at the entrance of the church, which is also a simple rice porridge, but compared to the Principality rescue point, this is a real 'porridge'.

"Why are there no fish?" Ferrante asked, a slightly idiotic question.

The surrounding sea god priests looked at him with contempt, and no one paid attention to it, for them, the day Ferrante came shocked many people.

The son of Duke Roy, the son of the commander-in-chief of the West Coast rescue, and the rumored disaster in Evos, heh, another one who came to gild.

"There were no fish, the fishermen's boats were destroyed, the church was out to fish, but the storm of the raging sea plowed the offshore area, and there were no fish. ”

A young girl walked out, handed the bowl full of rice porridge to the refugees, and said without turning her head, looking at the clothes, it was also a sea god sacrifice.

"In the past, there was no shortage of fish here, but now there is also fish that is the most scarce. ”

"How much food do you have?" Ferrante asked, worried.

"What can I do if I can't do much, everyone is a child of the sea god, abandon your companions, and after death, you will fall into the endless underwater abyss. ”

The girl, whether intentionally or unintentionally, addressed Ferrante, the duke's son, as a 'people' instead of a believer.

Ferrante smiled wryly and nodded, turned to the carriage, and before boarding the carriage he turned his head and asked, "What's your name?"

"Sophia. ”

......

At night, the rescue point drove away the refugees who had not received food, and several large pots of 'clear porridge' had bottomed out and were left alone on the side of the street.

The captain in charge of the city's rescue was a very fat young man, and his father was a marquis of Sears City, and naturally used his power to send him here.

The room was filled with smoke, and the fat young man was holding a cigarette in his mouth, holding a Gwent card in his hand, with a helpless face.

I came here to gild it, and I provoked anyone, this is good, there is a duke's son, or Duke Roy's.

When I go back to Sears in the future, the credit is all from others, and how much I can share depends on the faces of others.

Helplessly exhaled a breath of smoke, the little brother on the side was clever and wanted to open his mouth to comfort him, but before he could speak, the door of the house was kicked open.

Ferrante sat at the table with cold eyes, took out a cigarette case from the fat young man's pocket, and lit one himself.

He wasn't used to smoking this stuff before, but then he learned it from Sost, and now he thinks Sost has a good saying, this thing chokes people, and it is very harmful, but it has a good effect on suppressing fear and anger.

"Tomorrow, I want to see the real 'porridge'. ”

"Uh...... Don't worry, Mr. Knard, we'll do it well!"

The fat young man agreed with righteous words, then talked flatteringly, respectfully sent Ferrante away, and then ...... Keep playing cards.

Ferrante would go out early in the morning to make rounds to comfort and comfort the refugees, and then in the evening he would go to the city wall to let off steam, and finally return to the rescue point.

But when he came back the next night, even the cigarette could barely suppress his clenched fists.

There were still no grains of rice in the porridge in the pot, and the fat young man was still laughing and joking with his subordinates.

For a moment, Ferrante suddenly wanted to pull out his long sword and slash at the fat young man's face, and at that moment, that feeling, with a little bloodthirsty.

In the end, he didn't go to trouble the fat young man, but went back to the house silently alone.

Late at night, next to the granary behind the rescue point, Ferrante slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and he was awakened by the battlefield dream and decided to come over to have a look, but he didn't expect to meet a familiar figure.

"Sophia?"

The soft greeting startled Sophia, who was hiding in the corner, and slowly walked out with her head down.

"Uh...... I came to take a look, afraid of rats. ”

"The rats have been eaten, and lying is not something the gods taught you. ”

“...... The church is running out of food, and the supplies from the headquarters have not yet arrived......"

Ferrante threw away the cigarette and shook his head with a smile: "Follow me." ”

With that, Ferrante walked to the side of the granary and opened the opening, but not a grain of rice fell.

He frowned and opened several granaries one after another, but there were nearly twenty granaries in the entire courtyard, and only one had rice.

"That...... You go back first, you can't take much by yourself, someone will pull a little for you tomorrow. Ferrante suppressed the anger in his heart and said with a smile on his face.

Sophia's eyes suddenly widened, her eyes sparkled in the moonlight, and she suddenly felt that this nobleman seemed to be a little different.

"Thank you!"

Sophia bowed deeply and ran out without looking back.

......

Bang!

A loud noise woke the fat young man, and a hand like an iron tong pulled him off the bed, and the candle was close to his face, and it hurt to burn.

"Where's the rice?" Ferrante asked, gritting her teeth.

"In ...... Ahem...... in the granary. ”

"Is it in the granary, or in your pocket, or in your father's pocket?"

Putting down the candle, the cold dagger pressed against the fat young man's neck.

Ferrante's eyes suddenly became terrifying, like a general who had fought all his life.

The fat young man could feel the sharpness of the dagger, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, but when the pain came, he tried all his strength to push Ferrante out, and the aggrieved anger in his heart could no longer be held back.

"Ferrante, what do you mean? What kind of good man are you here, grain? That's all that you can do!"

"When the mounting is still going to erect the archway, your father personally supervises the field, whose pocket do you say the benefits are in, and the gilding is not like yours, and you are broad-minded? Who do you think you are, Pope?"

"What do you mean!"

The fat young man suddenly sneered and took out a bill from the bedside table.

"Duke Roy is the commander-in-chief of the rescue, this is all the grain transportation records, you can see for yourself!"

......

On the beach, Ferrante smoked the last cigarette and threw it into the sea, looked up at the moon in the sky, and sighed.

The shore where the sea lapped seemed to be patting on his heart, and his heart was chaotic, and Ferrante didn't want to think about things, he just wanted to sleep here.

But when he just lay down, he was pushed by something at his feet, that kind of power is not something that the waves can have, and he straightened up again, and immediately gasped.

At some point, a black thing was washed ashore by the sea and stopped in front of him.

Ferrante got up and observed, the black thing was covered with seaweed, covered with thick sea salt, and looked like it had been soaked in the sea for an unknown number of years.

The palm of his hand gently wiped a part of the surface clean, and he froze in place.

It's a ...... Sarcophagus.