The next refugee registered in Lucheng appeared to be a woman, wearing a shabby fur hat on her head, slightly shabby like the other refugees, and her face had a coal-like smudge.

But her pupils are dark blue, which is completely different from the pupils of the people of Scarre, and more importantly...

"Why are you wearing this rag suit?"

Lu Cheng's first words made the woman's footsteps stop instantly, and the words she wanted to say choked in her throat.

"I don't understand what you're talking about?" She reacted quickly, her voice full of doubt.

"I remember that you came on the second bus No. 4, and your clothes weren't so shabby at that time."

Lu Cheng not only remembered her, but also had a deep impression of all the more prominent presences among the refugees.

The reason this woman made such an impression on Lucheng was that she was one of the best-dressed of all the refugees, meaning that she was not a refugee but a nobleman before she came.

But when she came here to register, she changed into this shabby clothes.

"I'm the daughter of a merchant, and my father made me dress like this, and my father was afraid that we would be kidnapped on the road." There was a slight panic in her voice, and it sounded like it was real.

"Your father?"

Under Lu Cheng's questioning, another old man in the same ragged clothes walked out from behind the tent.

Of course, the old man Lu Cheng also remembered, but when he was in the city of Scarre, the way the two of them got along with each other was not like father and daughter.

However, Lu Cheng did not expose her little pretenses, but just asked for the woman's name step by step.

"Nancy." She said her name very directly.

"You're a merchant by profession, but you don't look like a Scarley?"

The only maps that Lucheng has obtained so far are the maps of the territory of the Scarre, and the maps of other kingdoms and the human landscape still need to be investigated.

Most of the people of Kcan are black-haired and red-eyed, but their hair color is light gold, and their pupils are dark blue.

"We are merchants who came to the Kingdom of Xiuen Zhelai to do the Demon Pattern Cloth business, and we were trapped in the Kingdom of Scarre for almost a year when the Blood Crystal Beast broke out."

Her series of explanations sounded impeccable, and Lu Cheng reconfirmed her father's identity and entered the registered data into the computer file.

"Beds 3 and 4 in the Seventh Battalion, this is the key to your storage box, and your identification."

Lu Cheng gave the father and daughter the keys and identification, and asked a soldier to lead them out of the camp.

"Do you want to spy on them?" Tiehuan asked in a low voice.

"Keep an eye on their movements, and the monitoring of the camp requires the establishment of hydroelectric generators before it can continue to operate."

Lu Cheng could feel that the woman named Nancy was hiding something, but Lu Cheng didn't feel a kind of hostility in her.

"Next." Lucheng now needs to focus on refugee registration.

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"Nancy Temple..."

"You should call me by my name now, Father."

As soon as Nancy walked out of the registration tent with the two sets of keys, the old man next to her couldn't help but say something, but was quickly interrupted by Nancy.

"Nancy, my child... The catastrophe of the Blood Crystal Beast has subsided, why don't you return to the kingdom of Xiuen Zhelai? There are a lot of people who are worried about your safety. The old man's voice was full of confusion and concern, "and we can't be sure what the purpose of this group of people is to gather this group of refugees." ”

"I know why you're worried, father." Nancy followed closely behind the soldiers who led them the way, and at the same time whispered to the old man beside her, "According to our history, the army gathers refugees from other countries to enslave them to work, but if they really help us as slaves, will they go so hard to rescue us?" ”

"This..."

The old man was momentarily speechless, and during his time in the royal city of Scarre, he had watched these soldiers with red crosses on their arms, pulling one seriously wounded refugee after another back from the brink of death.

"And the food they give us is not for slaves." Nancy said.

"So what's the point of them gathering so many refugees? It's stupid to say it out of pure kindness. ”

The old man's true identity was actually the butler of the girl next to him, as a butler he also served as a soldier in his youth, so he clearly understood that the best outcome of a refugee falling into the hands of another country was to become a serf, and the worst outcome was to become a slave with inferior livestock.

"Maybe they're just well-intentioned?"

By the time Nancy said this, the soldier had already led them to the tent where they were staying.

Due to the language barrier, the soldiers just made a gesture to them to come in.

Nancy understood the gesture and nodded slightly, she opened the curtain of the tent and walked in... Camp 7 was a small tent with a total of five bunk beds, the first of which had been occupied by the former Derek siblings, and Nancy and her old butler had become neighbors between the siblings.

"Hello!"

Derek's sister Tata was in good spirits, and when she saw Nancy walk in, she greeted each other warmly.

"Hello...", Nancy also greeted the other party, but before Tata could say a word to Nancy, he ran to the other side of the tent to greet the others.

"I'm sorry." Derek apologized to the other party, "My sister is a little excited because she can sleep in a bed with cotton wool. ”

"It's fine."

Nancy didn't say anything, just sat down on the bottom bunk of her own bed.

"Father, this doesn't look like a slave place."

Nancy touched the soft green mattress with her hand, and the quilt that was so soft that it seemed to sink in.

If this place was really for slaves, it would be a luxury to want a bed, let alone such a neat and soft quilt.

"It's... I still don't understand, they should be foreign armies. ”

The old butler glanced outside the curtain and said to Nancy in a low voice after the soldiers had left.

"If they really want to invade the Far South, they should need manpower, and the queen of Scarley must have sold these people as slaves to these armies." The old butler said.

"This dwelling called a tent doesn't even have a door, they really want to enslave us, and they are really afraid that we will run away if they arrange us to live here?"

Nancy tried to convince the overly nervous old butler with words.

"Even the most powerful empire in the Far South needed a large number of slaves to support it, especially when it came to the development of territory in new areas, whether it was the cultivation of fields or the extraction of minerals, it required a large number of manpower, if all the people of their country were free people... That's too much..."

"It's too expensive, isn't it?"

Nancy knows the price of raising a group of freemen and raising a group of slaves, for the ruler slaves are just goods, there is no need to take their feelings into account, everything they have is everything the ruler has.

But if the ruler wants to extract the benefit from the freedmen, he needs to pass the troublesome thing of taxation.

"What if the country was strong enough to feed so many people?" Nancy asked.

"It's possible for a small country like the Gmansis Secret Order, but it's impossible for a large country with a population of tens of millions like the Far Southern Empire."

The old butler shook his head, in his mind, the group of green-clad people came from an organization similar to the Gmansis Secret Order, half of them were spellcasters with powerful magic, and the other half were ordinary people in charge of logistics.

"It's also a possibility, but there's no other possibility." Nancy sat on the bed and quietly looked at the 'Notes' on the back of the ID.

These precautions are handwritten in the lingua franca, but the handwriting on the two identification documents is identical, and there is no trace of the same, as if it were a perfect copy.