Archbishop Ratellan saw Sister Shiosha's appearance, and couldn't help but scold: "Shiosha, even if you are very busy, please pay a little attention to your appearance every hour of the day, this is also part of the devotion to the goddess." ”

Indeed, even in Duchamp's view, the image of this nun-rolled with the sleeves of her robe, with her wet water on her body, and her walking with the wind, seemed to be very unworthy of the title of 'nun' in terms of temperament.

"I'm sorry Lord Rutleland, I just washed all the gauze in the clinic." Shiosa quickly lowered her sleeves and shook her robe again, indicating that she had finished tidying up her appearance.

Rattellan didn't intend to pursue the topic further, he introduced: "Sister Shiosha, these are one of the donors of the church, and if you want to learn about the local medical situation and make some donations, how about you introduce them?" ”

"Donor!" Sister Shiosha's eyes lit up, and she pounced, grabbed Fried's sleeve, and asked eagerly, "So, how much are you going to donate?" You know, we are very short of money, and we lack all kinds of basic facilities. ”

The archbishop coughed violently, and Sister Shiosa hurriedly let go of Fried's sleeve.

"Donations depend on the situation, so I'd better find out about the situation first."

The nun did not mind these clichés at all, and she quickly gave an overview of the medical situation in the city:

"There is no modern general hospital in Nurias, and it has always been the Templars who have used traditional herbs to treat the sick. But this place, as you know, is full of mercenaries, magical beasts, and natural disasters, so it is inevitable to suffer all kinds of external injuries. In addition, there are many common conditions that require surgery. I myself am a Remiphilia, and I received a complete medical education there, and when I arrived in this place, I began to try to perform surgical procedures on the patients, but the grandmothers of the Templar were against it, so I rented a house outside and opened a clinic, but the facilities were very lacking, as you will find out in a moment. ”

Fried shrugged his shoulders and said to Bauer: "Old man, the rest of the money is handed over to you, you can follow this nun to have a look, we are coming back this time, we plan to go back to our hometown to have a look, now we have to go and buy some things first." ”

"You want to go back?" Bauer's expression was very solemn.

"That's right." Taking advantage of Goethe's distance, Fried whispered, "Let the child go back and see, so that you can forget about this place later." ”

Bauer agrees.

Fried turned his head and said to Duchamp, "Goethe and I are going back to our hometown, and you are waiting for us in Nurias." ”

"No, I'm going with you. Didn't I say okay, I'm going to see what the disaster area in Northumboria is really like. Duchamp disagreed.

Fried said helplessly: "There is nothing over there, there is a white expanse everywhere, only salt, dry food and water have to be carried with you, and it is very difficult to walk." ”

"Oh, in that case, you'll need me even more." Duchamp said triumphantly.

"Why?"

"Why, of course it's my brother's bag." Duchamp thought to himself. But he casually said: "My strength is super strong, and I can carry the things of the two of you." ”

Of course, Fried didn't believe it, but looking at Duchamp's appearance, he didn't look like a drag, so he agreed, and told him a lot of precautions.

"When you get there, you have to bring goggles, a hat, deep boots, dry food and water for 10 days, and a tent, preferably gloves, to minimize exposed skin."

"Why?" Duchamp asked.

"The ground is full of white salt, and the reflection is too bad during the day, and the eyes will be burned for a long time, and the wind blows salty, and when it blows into the ears and nose, it will make people unbearable." Fried explained.

"Okay, where can I buy these gears?"

"You and Goethe go to the adventurer's shop and ask, and Bauer and I will visit our acquaintances here."

After the soldiers were separated, Duchamp and Goethe followed the advertisements of the international company all the way, and sure enough, they found a street that was similar to the Iron Horn Alley.

"Look what this is, a fully automatic rifle with gunpowder bullets!"

"Iron grenade, how powerful? Feeding? Great, come on a box. ”

"What is this? Bazooka, oh my god, how much does this thing cost? ”

The two of them were so happy to examine the blood-boiling munitions that they almost forgot about it.

"Are there any windproof glasses, hats to hide faces, and boots to walk in the Salt Sea?" Goethe asked.

"Yes, yes, yes." The boss quickly picked up a bunch of things.

Duchamp looked at the hat that could cover his face, and he complained again, which is the necessary hood for robbers to rob banks.

After a long day in the store, Duchamp paid for it, took three hats, three pairs of windproof glasses, three pairs of deep adventure boots, and bought a bunch of munitions to spare.

"We don't need to buy grenades and bazookas, we can't get so many things, and we haven't bought dry food and water yet." Goethe said.

"No problem, just put it all in my bag."

At another store, I bought some more adventure supplies and groceries and packed them in my backpack.

Finally, there was the food store, and Duchamp rushed into the big shopping and bought enough food and water for three people to eat for a month.

Duchamp told Goethe, "Put them in the hotel for everyone else to eat." With that, he took the lead in carrying two large bags and let Goethe work on the rest of the stuff behind.

After all, Duchamp must be prepared at all times to be rescued from the siege and buried alive before he goes out.

"What is this?" Fried looked in amazement at what Duchamp had bought.

"Sapper shovel, ready to take soil samples."

"What about this roll of white cloth?"

"With a needle, you can sew it around the hat, which is windproof, sandproof, breathable, and cool."

"And what about this roll of tarpaulin?"

"When it rains, you can put it on your head or cover it on the tent, and when it doesn't rain, you can put it under the tent to prevent moisture and corrosion."

Seeing that Uncle Fried was not good-looking, Duchamp hurriedly said: "These things, as well as the dry food I drink with water and eat by myself, are all carried by myself." ”

The next day, Duchamp went out fully armed, wearing a hat, a white shirt, light gray trousers, yellow boots, and carrying a bag taller than his head, with an arsenal shovel stuck in one side.

Fried and Goethe also carried a large bag on their backs and prepared to go out.

From the pier it is possible to charter a boat directly to the north bank of the Grebe River.

By the time he set foot on the North Shore, Duchamp was truly struck. Boundless white, blinding.

The three of them hurriedly took out their windproof glasses and put them on.

On the north bank of the Grebe River, a sand dam was built as far as the eye could see, so that salt from the north would not pollute the river.

"It doesn't matter how much it works, the river water is still salty." Fried shook his head.

"Hey, the north bank of the river is not all salt, there are shrubs and grasses, and even demonic beasts." Duchamp discovered the New World.

"Gongdu is far away from here, and the affected areas are already the limit here, and the people who fled to the Grebe River are basically saved." Fried said. He pointed in the direction of the northeast and said, "We're going that way, and that direction is my hometown, Skansen." ”

As he walked, Duchamp measured the thickness of the salt with a small shovel, and at these borders the salt was only a thin point. He suddenly thought of something, his face changed, and he said to Fred: "If we go to the center and it rains, wouldn't it be bad for us, and our whole body will be soaked in salt water." ”

Fried comforted him: "Since the natural disaster, it has been difficult to rain here, and even if it rains, we just have to take shelter from high places, because over the years, the salt in high places has been washed away." ”

Fried and Goethe seemed to know where their path was, and they just kept their heads down. Duchamp was behind, occasionally striking the ground with an ordnance shovel, and the salt and soil had basically mixed together to form a plate of extremely hard surface, but there was no danger of sinking into it as Duchamp thought.

As he walked, Duchamp said helplessly: "With such a large open-pit salt mine, it would be useful to build a chemical base in the future, but there is only salt, no water and coal, and no industry." ”

In such a difficult environment, it still can't resist the pace of the monster. There are often all kinds of demonic beasts to find fault, and the production of these demonic beasts is very ordinary. Impatient, Fried, after beheading a leader beast, peeled off its skin to show the public. This trick really worked, and the little monster on the road fled when he heard the news.

Thus heading northeast, until the sun went down, Goethe and Fried both stopped and looked quietly at the circle of stones ahead.

In the snow-white wind and sand, the gentle woman shouted:

"Fried, you're the strongest man, and only you can run through the sand."

"Goethe, hold Daddy, don't look back, Mom will follow at once."

In the white world, the white statue of the woman who ran behind them and waved her hand had already dissipated from the circle of stones.

Fried walked up, hugged a stone he had personally transported, and stroked the handwriting he had carved on it, tears welling up in his eyes.