"Trish, I know you, you still have a little brother, don't you?" Van Swick patted a little girl on the head and slipped another loaf into her pocket. "Don't be seen, go home quickly, and if you're hungry, go find me at the temple, or wait here for me at this time tomorrow."

"Thank you, Lord Vanswick, that you are the angel of our poor." The little girl said immaturely, and then ran away with the small bag of food.

"Old rice, you greedy old woman, I know that your family has enough food to eat, so I can only give you such a small bowl, don't come again tomorrow, I'm serious."

"Hey man, look at your strong arm! Don't look at only one, I think you can still support yourself! How about I introduce you to a job? ”

……

Vanswick was not a good man, he was very familiar with the situation of these people, so he was always able to come up with "better" solutions according to local conditions, and by the way, let the food flow out be slower.

The temporary shortage of food in Neverwinter was not serious, and the great nobles and merchants had a lot of hoarding in their hands, and it was mainly the elderly, women, and children who were really starving. They had to save food for the family's greatest laborers, so that they would have the strength to go out and work so that the family would not starve to death.

……

"Alright, the busy day is over again." They drove horse-drawn wagons through the streets and alleys, not only distributing but also delivering food to several families who couldn't leave the house (occasionally cleaning up the bodies).

It was because they were taken by Vanswick to do this every day that they knew everything about the situation in the lower town.

After the food was delivered, several priests found a place near the river bank and lifted their hoods to ventilate. When they look back at the community that has been restored to peace and quiet, they feel a sense of accomplishment.

In the rioted city of Neverwinter, this is the only city that has never had any riots, and their work has been great.

"Vanswijk, you are a saint sent down from heaven." One of the priests couldn't help but say, and the few around them nodded their heads, their eyes all looking at Vanswick in adoration. What Vanswick has done these days has conquered not only them, but everyone they deal with.

"No, I'm just an ordinary elf, because I can't conjure food out of thin air." Vanswick sighed, as if remembering something, and shook his head helplessly.

"The true saint is someone else, he is my friend, and he has a heart of gold. He delivered me the food he had worked so hard to collect every day, so that we could distribute it...... Ironically, Neverwinter is now full of rumors against him, but only I know how much he has contributed to the city! ”

"Let's go, let's go and transport tomorrow's share, you guys have to keep an eye on the surroundings and don't let people see it."

Van Swijk drove the carriage around, and the direction of the drive was the original site of the "Towcent" shop.

On the way, a pastor couldn't help but ask. "Vanswick, I heard that he is a sister lover and you are pursuing Lord Erebes, why do you still have such a good relationship with him?"

Vanswijk smiled, "Because my goal has always been to be three people together." ”

What the?!

…… Your elven circle is really messy.

*****

"Damn the dragon, he's a beast!"

But looking at the person in the mirror who was caressing his buttocks, his eyes were shining, his eyes were like water, his skin was white and red, and he seemed to be ten years younger all of a sudden, even the female legendary mage felt shy, is it still me in this mirror?

"No, we can't go on like this...... I will become more and more inseparable from him, and I will only say it once. ”

I don't know how many times it happened, and even she didn't believe what she said, so the female legend gritted her teeth and opened a portal and left directly. But a moment later, another small portal opened, and a note fell on the bed.

[I'm going to arrange something and I'll be back soon.] 】

Still can't let go......

When the female legend left, Shen Yan was downstairs explaining the skills of magic archery to the elves, and he turned his head upstairs to look and continue to teach.

The elves straightened their hands behind their backs and listened very carefully, so that they almost didn't take a small notebook to take notes.

Regarding the profession of "Demon Archer", Yue Gui had already sorted out a complete set of training and advancement methods, and Shen Yan had further improved it. Shen Yan always thought that he was not doing one percent of the laurel, but in fact it was definitely not the case.

Laurel's "Demon Archer" class system has high requirements for users, in addition to archery talent, it is also necessary to master at least the ability of the three rings of magic, that is, the basic attribute must be at least greater than 20 agility and greater than 15 intelligence!

This kind of talent is rare even among elves, and the intelligence of 15 can already be a low-ring magician...... Perhaps to avenge his rejection from the Royal Guard, Laurel used this criterion to select new professional seeding players when he returned to the Royal Guard.

But Shen Yan is different, the requirements for "Soul Arrow" and "Battle Arrow Rain" are indeed relatively high, but if you don't use the full version, you can always use the mutilated version, and the barrage is too thin to make up for it by the number of people; Even if you can't even use the mutilated version, the "guiding arrows" and "explosive arrows" can still be common sense, and there are really enchanted arrows that enhance lethality.

Even if he can't even do the enchanted arrow all at once, Shen Yan still has a way to warm up!

A common concept in Xianxia is to carry arrows with you every day and use your magic to polish them little by little. As long as the kung fu deep iron pestle is sharpened into a needle, no matter how barren the magic power is, people who can't even use a zero-ring trick can still rely on hard work to transform arrows into enchanted arrows!

Shen Yan is lowering the career threshold, he is directly picking up the threshold!

Shen Yan hates the behavior of "the teacher must hide a hand", either he doesn't teach, and if he wants to teach, he carefully explains the principles clearly. As for the lack of seeds to create "soul arrows", there is no way to do this.

It is precisely because the magic archer skills taught by Shen Yan are simple and easy for everyone to learn, that the girls in the distant mountains will be able to improve their strength collectively and explosively, regardless of their qualifications.

I can't complain that the elves are more and more surprised the more they learn, because they always feel that this is not a new profession, but the roots of the old profession "archer" have been gouged...... Good red chicken!

The tragic situation of Neverwinter has been brought here with the caravan, but it has not made much waves in these ten miles of different towns, hundreds of miles of different customs, and multi-ethnic mixed residences. For there were people from all over the place, both inside and outside the fortress, but few of them thought they were from Neverwinter.

The only secretary who was sent to keep accounts and monitor him by the way had to give in in tears after Shen Yan kept threatening to send him back...... Nima, that's a plague! Nasher was afraid, and he was afraid.

When Shen Yan's lecture came to an end and he waved his hand to let the elves practice on their own, an orc ran in like a gust of wind.

"Shen, Neverwinter has sent people here, and there are a lot of soldiers with them!"