Food is the lowest standard resource in the world, and until now no one has been able to calculate how much a unit of food is, because there are too many types of food, and even a food will be different because of the difference in quality.

It may be necessary for people to really understand the principles and rules of functional architecture before they can know the division of food units, but in this regard, the inhabitants of this world are not blind, they find that in general, the more valuable the food, the higher the conversion unit, the same amount of barley and pork, the food unit of pork is much higher than barley, and the processed food unit is also higher than the unprocessed food unit, so if they want to transport food to other regions, the lords tend to choose crude low-grade food.

Dio sent pickled and dried pork slices, refined flour, and oatmeal to the border fortress, all of which were high-unit foods, which could not only be used by the soldiers of the Patrol Corps to fight their teeth, but also as a resource to drive the operation of functional buildings at all times.

Dio treats every soldier in this unit as a brother and brother, the best weapons they use to build and the best food they eat.

Therefore, this unit is also willing to carry out the most dangerous mission for Dior, and step into the bloodiest and deadliest battlefield without changing its face.

However, the troops did not get along well with the victims, and they were ordered to protect the poor creatures who had fled, and sometimes even rushed across the border to escort the refugees to Bologna, but many of the fighters gloated with the outsiders.

The shelter, food and hot water they provide are enough to meet the living requirements of ordinary refugees, you must know that in a small village like Wuyu Village, there is not even a special hot water room, and the villagers' daily water is cold water, and it is also a pity that the Goths are not susceptible to illness.

But for the decent people who were mixed in with the refugees, such an environment was unbearable, and the smell of broth and bread wafted from the fortress every night, and this discomfort turned into a painful torment, most of them were dependent nobles of the Carolingian family, who fled when the city was broken, did not fight with their monarch like knights until they died, and when they learned that the royal army was coming, they ran all the way here for fear of being held accountable for desertion.

"We protest! We demand to be treated as if we were who we are! This is the dignity of the nobility! It's the dignity of a knight! ”

The person who was elected to negotiate was a viscount, he was a subsidiary of the Merovingian family, after the outbreak of the natural disaster, this viscount failed to keep his estate, but he was very lucky to save his life, because he did not belong to the Carolingian affiliated nobles, so he was pushed out as a test, but the viscount thought that his personal charm was excellent, so his tone was very arrogant.

Even if the nobles of this world have no way to resist the enemy and disturb the people, as long as they can still do the duty of defending the territory, they will also be respected by the lords, and the lords who do not live and die with the people of their own territory will even be despised by beggars.

The officers of the patrol regiment did not want to pay any attention to this guy who talked about the dignity of nobility and knighthood, but left behind his warriors and territories and fled to Bologna, if it were not for Dio's emphasis on being cautious about the fugitive nobles, this group of people would probably find a random reason to hang the head of such a guy outside the city walls.

There was already a noble head of the Earl hanging outside.

As soon as this guy arrived in the fortress, he organized a group of deserters and incited the refugees to try to compete with the patrol group for dominance, and when he started to attack, the refugees were all munching on the bread distributed by the fortress and gathered to watch the excitement.

But until this group of guys who started to heat up as soon as they settled down did it first, the patrol corps couldn't clean them up.

"And what kind of treatment do you want, Lord Viscount?"

The non-commissioned officer in charge of the reception asked the nobleman with a polite smile on his face, and if the other party only asked for a higher meal, then it would be okay to agree.

When there were too many refugees at one time, the patrol corps also shared a pot of food with the refugees, and they would not be stingy with their kindness in the face of those who really needed help and those who were worthy of admiration.

This viscount who dares to stand up and negotiate conditions with a group of foreign soldiers for others is indeed very kind in a sense, but it is a pity that this very kind of viscount regards this as a sign of the soldiers' softness.

"I want to live in a house that has been built and renovated, and the residential building of the functional building is not a place for people to live!"

"I'm sorry, my lordship...... There are no renovated houses like you mentioned, and even our lords live in the same barracks as we do when they come here. ”

The officer replied with some amusement and some pride, the Hearn family had always lived in the castle when the Gothic kingdom was still alive, almost all the family members grew up in the castle that was always in a state of war readiness, and the noble and luxurious noble villas were not suitable for this family, and the people who thought they were noble despised this tradition, but the soldiers welcomed such commanders very much.

"Is that so? It's okay if you don't have a house to live in! We need a few servants, preferably diligent maids. ”

"I'm sorry, but there are no women in this legion fortress, you might be able to find a suitable maid among the refugees yourself......"

The other party's request was a bit excessive, but the officer still said patiently to the nobleman who was already a little carried away.

"You're lying! You say there are no women in this castle, so what's the matter with this little imp sitting by the campfire? ”

The viscount asked menacingly by pointing his finger at the blonde daughter reading a book by the campfire.

Marisa looked up at the other party in a daze, she didn't know why the noble lord noticed her, she just came here to borrow a book and didn't do anything else.

In order to welcome the rescue team, the patrol regiment specially invited the priests to the inside of the fortress for a banquet, but because the priests were busy setting up the camp and preparing for the meeting with the refugees, only three representatives were sent over.

Marisa is here as one of the representatives of the rescue team, but the rookie magical girl has no interest in the messy adult banquet, and she walks out of the fortress to sit down in front of the bright campfire to read a book, and then is stared at in a daze.

"Lord Viscount, please respect yourself."

Seeing that the other party was embarrassed, the officer's expression immediately changed from polite to gloomy, and the soldiers standing guard around him surrounded him very tacitly as if they had received some signal.

"This young lady is from Bologna and is a member of the Dawn Myth Rescue Team, please be respectful of our guests."

There was no one around the viscount, so he was a little timid when he saw the people around him.

She ...... She is a nobleman from Bologna? ”

"Lord Viscount, don't inquire about things you shouldn't ask, it's not good to know too much."

As he spoke, the officer slowly pulled out half of the sword at his waist, and the viscount in front of him immediately retreated in a panic.

This group of barbarians is really capable of killing, and when they came to this fortress, they saw a string of heads hanging in front of the gate, and these people who sacrificed their lives were not willing to challenge the bottom line of the patrol corps.

"That...... Am I not supposed to be in this place? ”

Seeing the conflict between the two sides, Marisa asked the somewhat nervous officer after the nobleman had fled and seemed to have to leave.

The man just now was a noble lord, and the officer obviously clashed with the other party in order to protect her.

No one had ever told the girl how noble her blood was, noble enough to be on an equal footing with the royal families of the great empires, the Gothic kingdom had a long history, and at its height even ruled one-third of Europa, when she was strong, the Franks had not even formed a unified kingdom, and the Vikings were real barbarians who fished in the ice of Greenland.

Now, for grassroots Lori Marisa, it's a terrible thing to anger a strange nobleman.

'This is a very well-behaved child, who looks a lot like the eldest lady...... It's been a long time since I've seen the lord and his sister. ’

The officer thought with some nostalgia, then put his sword back into its sheath and said to Marisa.

"It's okay, with us, this group of people can't make waves, and it's better for you and that child to have less contact with refugees...... Those poor fellows were a little out of their heads, and the disaster had hit her too hard. ”

Marisa was impressed by the officer's kind advice, saying that she had been to the plague quarantine and knew the dangers of some refugees, but she couldn't persuade him to do so, and she was now distributing food to the wounded with some priests in the refugee settlement.

Marisa, however, had a feeling that the Knock Knock after leaving Bologna was so pleasant that she didn't even scratch her incomprehensible drawings anymore.

This change made Marisa very happy and a little worried, and she couldn't say what she was worried about.

In the refugee settlement, Dongdong is bandaging the wounds of a militiaman from Salik, the fiefdom capital of the Valois family, known for its jurisprudence and art.

The knights and levies of House Valois survived the onslaught of the undead, Salik did not suffer the same fate as Udolfinger, and they even had the strength to respond to the royal order, sending troops to fight against the undead monsters that were raging in the Carolingian family's territory.

Unfortunately, Valois' troops were ambushed by the Scourge shortly after entering Udolfinger, and the ranks were scattered, most of them fled back to Salik, and some of them did not find their way back, either dying in the wilderness or being absorbed by the wandering refugees and fleeing for refuge elsewhere - just like this man.

The militiaman's left arm had been scratched by a ghoul during the battle, and the refugee team did not have a doctor or necessary medical supplies, so he had to bandage it hastily, which caused the wound to become so infected that he could no longer lift his arm.

In this case, many doctors will advise the militia gentleman to directly saw off this arm, although he will become disabled, but he can save his life to some extent, but in this era, disabled people who have lost their ability to work often live a very bleak life.

'I'd rather die than lose this arm!' ’

That's what the militiaman thought, so he dragged a wounded arm and gritted his teeth, and the deterioration of the wound caused him to burn all day, and finally fell into a coma before sunset, and he felt that he was finished.

And when the refreshing night breeze woke him up, the militiaman was stunned to find that not only was he not dead, but his arm was no longer painful.

A strange little girl was carefully bandaging his wounds, using a clean white linen bandage, and she moved like a trained surgeon.

"Great! Bertrand! We thought you were dead. If it weren't for this young lady's insistence that you could still be saved, we might have dug a pit and buried you. ”

"It's amazing! More miraculous than missionary healing...... Are they the believers of the legendary Great Light? ”

The noise drew the attention of the militia to the fact that there were many comrades who were fighting with him in addition to the strange child, and that without their help, it would be impossible for him to keep up with the group

'Great...... The Light? ’

The word suddenly reminded him of some memories of when he was unconscious, he did see light in the darkness, he thought it was a hallucination before death, but now it seems ...... He was saved by the Light of Greatness!

Dongdong did use the power of the four souls when saving him, and compared to her own pitiful demonic power, the pure and condensed power of the jade of the four souls was more efficient, and the purifying power was very effective in the treatment of infection.

The most important thing is that the power of the four souls does not belong to the demon power, or rather...... At that time, Sakurako didn't say exactly what the power that shouldn't be used in front of ordinary people was, so Dongdong regarded his own demonic power as an extraordinary power that needed to be hidden, and regarded the power of the four souls as a normal power - the little guy hadn't learned the normal standards of the world since he was born.

With ordinary strength, even if you take it out and use it, it is not considered to break the agreement, so Dong Dong will take out the fragments of the Jade of the Four Souls and give them to others, and then use the power of the Jade of the Four Souls to save people.

The power of the four souls is a very special power, and ordinary people cannot see its light, and even in the entire story of "Inuyasha", the number of people who can see the light of the four souls, the good guys and the bad guys, add up to no more than seven.

The only thing that others saw was the immediate healing effect, which was no different from the treatment of the missionaries, and the group did not even notice that Dongdong was not wearing the missionary's functional equipment.

"Thank you...... You're such a little angel. ”

Bertran, who knew that his life and arm had been saved, said gratefully to Xiao Maoyu, the little guy just smirked for a while, the little guy didn't know what an angel was, but the other party's gratitude made her a little shy.

When I was in Bologna, I could feel the mood swings of gratitude when I helped others, but these emotions were mixed with a lot of impurities that Dong Dong didn't understand, and it was as uncomfortable as a delicious cake mixed with grains of sand.

As a simple species of 'everyone is happy, I am happy', Mao Yu has difficulty accepting complex emotions and gray emotions.

Why is there a resistance to gratitude that says 'this should be taken for granted'?

Why is there a regret in the mood of happiness that 'it would have been better if it had been earlier'?

Why is there a fear of 'don't retaliate against me, ignore me' in the mood of anger?

For the little one, no matter how much praise and big words are not carried out with sincerity, a thank you makes her feel more pleasant.

"It's time to leave. But what do angels mean? ”

Dongdong tilted his head and thought suspiciously, someone called her 'Great Light', but no one had ever called her Angel, this fresh name made the little guy very curious.

There were many people around her, the Great Light, the Great Light screaming, but the little guy felt that these people were not calling themselves but another person, but in fact these people were indeed calling themselves, but Dongdong never knew the Great Light, and she tried several times to explain, 'You have the wrong person', but the believers swore that 'you are the Great Light!' ’

This confusion is enough to confuse a normal person's mind.

So the little guy now has a new understanding of the Great Light - that is, he has been following Dongdong all the time, looking exactly like Dongdong, everyone can see her, only Dongdong can't see her existence.

The little one has a new, invisible friend.