In the wee hours of the morning, the rain was still pouring in, and the rain was mixed with a lot of snow particles, and the temperature was getting colder and colder.

Even the strongest man can't withstand such a bitter cold. To keep warm, people huddle in a ball in the canopy, leaning on each other to keep as much heat as possible.

Inside the pile, the one-eyed wolf couldn't stand the cold, his face, eyebrows, and hair were frosty, his lips were blue from the cold, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

At this moment, the only thought in his mind was to hope that there would be a flame around him to warm his body, if there was a cup of hot water...... No, if there is a bite to eat, then he will be satisfied.

Compared with the rain shelter outside, the situation in the stone house is much better, there are many fires in the house, and there is no freezing rain or cold wind, but it is still a great torment for the elderly and children who are relatively weak.

"Mother~ I'm hungry."

Every now and then, there will be a childish child's voice in a corner, and the only thing the child's mother can do is to hold the child tightly in her arms.

These children are lucky, and the most tragic are the orphans.

When monsters strike, children are always best protected by their parents. They were all hidden by their parents, and as a result, many of these children became orphans.

There are quite a few orphans in the stone house, more than 40 of them.

The eldest of these children is only eleven or twelve years old, and the youngest is only five or six years old, and they are helpless and have no strength. They were huddled by the grown-ups in the darkest and coldest corners of the stone house, far from the warm fire.

Because of the fear all day, it was raining again, and some children fell ill, and they curled up on the ground and developed a high fever. Perhaps because they were burned and confused, many children cried when they talked in their dreams, and some children had smiles on their faces, as if they had found their parents again in their sleep.

Other children sat on the ground in a daze, weeping silently or looking numb.

In this cruel world, no one will care about their life and death, some people may see this scene, maybe some people will feel compassion, but everyone is unable to protect themselves, and they are powerless to change all this.

These orphans seem to have been abandoned by fate.

The other corner of the stone house.

Vincent also stayed up all night because he really wanted to know where Rosen would get the food.

To this end, he has been keeping an eye on the movements of the magicians.

But to his disappointment, the only movement was that more than 3 hours ago, Lawson left the hall and went to the second floor of the stone house. He went alone,

No one was brought, and all the other magicians were left in the hall.

At about five o'clock in the morning, old Claude woke up, and when he turned his head to look at Vincent, seeing that his eyes were still open, he asked vaguely, "Brother, you haven't slept yet." ”

Vincent glanced at Claude: "It's not dawn yet, why did you wake up so early?" ”

Claude rubbed his sleepy eyes, reached out and gently slapped his sore shoulder: "I'm old, I'm a shallow sleep." ”

He followed Vincent's gaze into the depths of the hall, but found no sign of Rosen, so he asked, "What about Master Rosen?" ”

"He's gone upstairs and has been there for hours." Vincent was very worried.

Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, he really couldn't think of how Rosen could fulfill his promise, and once Rosen broke the contract, the fate of these people would be extremely tragic.

Old Claude was also a little uneasy, he sat up and said softly, "Let us wait together for the judgment of fate." ”

As the minutes passed, after the last darkness of the dawn, the sky began to slowly brighten, and by six o'clock in the morning, a faint morning light appeared on the horizon.

In the stone house, many people were awake, or more accurately, they were not asleep at all.

"Where's Master Rosen?" Someone quickly discovers that Lawson is not in the hall.

"yes, what about others?" Some people wondered.

"Could something be wrong?" Someone is uneasy.

"He didn't lie to us about his promise last night, right?" There are concerns.

"Has Master Lawson abandoned us?" Someone is afraid.

People who have witnessed the destruction of Nilogaard and become destitute are extremely sensitive, and whenever something happens, countless terrifying associations will arise in their hearts.

As time passed, the crowd became more and more restless, more and more anxious, and began to stir uncontrollably.

"Quiet! Be quiet! A female voice suddenly rang out, it was the magician Lilith.

There was a temporary pause in the commotion.

Lilith said loudly, "Don't worry, Master Lawson is on the second floor, and he is making magic bread for you, and he is almost finished. ”

"Magic bread?"

It's a new word, and people don't know about magic, so it's impossible to tell if it's true or not, but Lilith does give an answer, which temporarily calms people's fragile hearts.

However, ordinary people can accept this answer, but magicians are not so easy to convince, especially the magician tarot.

Last night, he was whipped by Rosen, and made a big ugly appearance in front of everyone, although he didn't dare to speak up afterwards, but the grudge was planted in his heart. Hearing Lilith's words, a wave of anger suddenly gushed out in his heart.

Under the domination of this anger, he lost his mind and subconsciously sneered: "Hey, hey, magic bread? Lilith, do you believe this? ”

Lilith frowned: "Tarot, what do you mean?" ”

Tarot raised his voice and said loudly, "As we all know, magic is not everything, and the most important thing is that magic can never make life. You and I both know that bread is made from wheat flour, and wheat flour is ground from wheat grains. No magic can make a grain of life. Fleming. Master Ben once said that life is the forbidden realm of the gods and cannot be tapped by mortals. If wheat can't be made, how can there be bread? Let me ask you, how can Rosen do it? ”

The question was reasonable, and most of the magicians in the stone house nodded in agreement, and then all looked at Lilith and waited for her explanation.

Lilith was a little confused by the question.

In fact, when Rosen said that she could use alchemy to make some food, she also felt very incredible, although Rosen briefly explained the principle to her, but she only understood half of it.

Now, Tarot asked her to explain the principle, and she couldn't do it at all.

Helpless, she could only say: "You don't need me to explain." After a while, Master Lawson came down with the food, and when the bread was real or fake, you would know it with a single bite. ”

"Ha~" Tarot became more and more angry: "Take a bite? Are you fools when we are? ”

"What do you mean?" Lilith was annoyed. She felt that this fellow disciple was becoming more and more unreasonable, this guy didn't seem to be used to Rosen, no matter what Rosen did, he always came out to pick thorns.

Tarot exclaimed, "As far as I know, of all magic, the one most closely related to life is necromancy. Necromancers desecrate corpses and perform all sorts of inhuman experiments on people. Yesterday, Rosen showed the methods of a necromancer during the treatment process, and now, he still wants to trick us into eating the so-called 'food' he made, I'm afraid it's not poison, right? ”

"Buzz~~~"

There was a lot of talk, many with puzzled looks on their faces, others with some fear.

When Vincent heard this, his heart was immediately very angry, and in impulse, he stood up sharply and shouted at Tarot: "Your Excellency the Magician, I ask you, where were you when the monster tied us to the west square of the city? Where were you when it rained last night? Now, Rosen is preparing food for us, and you are fine, open your mouth and deny everything. If you say no, you have to have the ability, you can take out the food! ”

The magician Tarot was stunned, he didn't expect an ordinary civilian to question him like this, he glanced at Vincent and said disdainfully, "What are you?" Who qualifies to speak to me? ”

Vincent's blood was so hot that he couldn't care about anything, and he got rid of his wife's hand pulling at him, he walked out of the crowd and looked directly at Tarot: "My name is Vincent. Arawang, before the festival of the gods, I was an ordinary merchant in Nilogad City. Yes, you are a magician, and I am not as noble as you, but I am also a citizen of the gods, and I have spoken the truth that I have seen with my own eyes, and you, who have not seen anything, have been maliciously slandering! It doesn't matter who you are, but you're no different from a despicable rat in doing so! ”

"Hiss~~"

A group of people in the crowd gasped, and old Claude couldn't help but pat his forehead hard: "Oh~ This guy is really dead!" ”

The mage's face turned blue, and the magic ring on his hand began to glow slightly, ready to cast a spell to punish this unknown guy.

But at this moment, a cold metal pipe pressed against his lower back, and a voice sounded softly behind him: "Tarot, Master Rosen forbids killing for no reason. ”

The magician Tarot was shocked, he knew that the owner of this voice was the female pursuer who had been following Rosen, and that cold metal pipe was a powerful musket, and if he was shot, he would definitely die.

He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the furious anger in his heart, but the expression on his face became uncontrollably extremely hideous: "Evidence? You want proof, right? I'll show you the proof! ”

He suddenly walked towards the magician Shuma who was not far away, and despite the puzzled look of the other party, he lifted the quilt from his body at once, revealing the wound that had just been stitched.

On the wound, the stitches are clearly visible, like a long centipede, which is extremely hideous and terrifying.

He exclaimed, "Look! Here's the proof! Rosen stitches up the wounds of the flesh with needles and threads! He has no reverence for life, and in his eyes, flesh and blood are mere tools! ”

"Oh~~"

"God~ This is terrible."

"Is Master Lawson really a necromancer?"

There was a lot of talk about it, and even Vincent was speechless for a while.

The magician Shuma finally reacted, and he was furious, if he hadn't been seriously injured, he would definitely have turned his face on the spot.

Even though he was weak now, he still struggled to yell at Tarot: "Tarot, you are crazy! You know it's just a surgical operation, and you know that if it weren't for Master Rosen's treatment, I'd be dead by now! What the hell do you want to do?! ”

Tarot became more and more excited: "Shuma, you have been deceived by him!" He's a liar! What he injected into your body with that strange glass tube is a necromancy potion! I'm telling you, sooner or later you'll become his undead puppet! ”

Shuma didn't believe it at all, he snatched back the quilt and covered it on his body, gritted his teeth and sneered: "Tarot, put away your hypocrisy." You think you can fool me with a few words. Joke, I'm also a magician, my own body, I know very well myself, I'm very good now! ”

This action exhausted Shuma's strength, and he turned his head away from Tarot.

Although the two magicians were arguing, their words far exceeded the knowledge level of ordinary people, and people had no way of judging right and wrong, but because of the quarrel, people were skeptical of the words of the magician Tarot.

Vincent always believed in Lawson, and when he saw that the magician Shuma was refuting Tarot's words, he immediately shouted, "Look! Look! What this magician did, if not nonsense, was just wishful thinking on his part. I'm a businessman and I've traveled a lot and met a lot of people. I've seen so many people like him! Arrogance, jealousy, selfishness, worthlessness! ”

Tarot was deflated at Xiuma's place, he was already panicking, and he was so insulted by Vincent, he finally became angry, staring at Vincent with blood-red eyes: "You are looking for death!" ”

Ignoring Anne's threats, he was about to strike.

At this moment, a cold voice came from the staircase on the second floor: "Tarot, that's enough!" ”