The dark cauldron boiled the muddy soup, and the lumps of noodles floating on the muddy soup noodles made people unable to whet any appetite at all. Looking at the refugees gulping in bewilderment, Yi Ran couldn't understand why these people ate so sweetly.

The team moved slowly, and soon it was her turn.

"It's your turn."

Although she couldn't understand what the chef in front of her was saying, she was smart enough to learn from the others and stretched out the bowl in her hand.

Glancing strangely at the skinny girl, she didn't look much like someone from Rick's Kingdom, but the chef didn't say anything, scooped a spoonful of noodle soup into her bowl and said briefly.

"That's all, come back when you're done."

Bowing her head in gratitude, Ira struggled to make herself less noticeable, holding her bowl and walking towards the corner of the shed.

"Can this thing really be drunk?"

Staring at the murky soup, Yiran muttered something quietly.

Although the smell is not unpleasant, it always feels a little unconvincing to say that this thing is food......

However, soon there was a grunt in her lower abdomen, unable to hold back the hunger in her abdomen, and Yi Ran reluctantly put her lips close to the edge of the bowl and took a small sip.

Not......

It doesn't seem to taste so hard to swallow.

The small sip gradually turned into a large swallow, and finally drank the noodle soup in the bowl into her stomach, and Yi Ran licked her lips unsatisfied.

At this time, the cauldrons in the middle of the shed area also went out one after another. Following the movements of the others, he put the empty bowl of batter into the wooden frame, and Ira tacitly followed the refugees and the guards with torches, and walked in the direction of the outside of the port area.

There are fewer and fewer buildings around, and the brick and stone roads have become rudimentary dirt roads.

Yi Ran's heart was slightly nervous, and her eyes wandered around uneasily.

Finally, the destination has arrived.

Noticing the light of the fire outside the hut, the farmer in a coarse cloth coat stepped out and asked the soldiers who were walking in front of the line.

"Who are you?"

"Colonial guards, these are refugees from the kingdom of Rick."

"Fleeing?" Glancing curiously at the men, the farmer continued, "What are you doing with bringing these men to the plantation?" ”

"You can ask the wizard." The soldier said with a straight face, "Find them a place to live and settle down, this is the wizard's order." ”

The owner of the plantation had changed from Baron Fred to the wizard, and the tenants knew it. So the farmer didn't say anything about the soldier's statement, but pointed to the row of shacks not far from the hut.

"It's over there, there should still be people to live in."

The soldier nodded, beckoned to the refugees behind him, and walked towards the row of shacks.

Not understanding the farmer's conversation with the soldier, Ira could barely see the row of shacks by the dim light of the fire, and her brow twitched violently.

This miserable appearance is simply compared to the waste capital under the rule of the Yanlong Group.

She had lived there for a time when she was very young, and she had the impression that nothing but the industrial area was a patchwork of broken bricks and tiles, and that the poor were huddled in the shadows, and even their complexion was unhealthily dark from the haze. The proliferation of violence and psychotropic drugs has made it one of the world's most famous sin cities.

But now she feels that the houses full of garbage have a somewhat warm feeling compared to the rows of pigsty like shacks here. At least there is a sheltered roof, and there is not even a wall here.

But now is obviously not the time to be picky, especially the reassuring faces of the refugees, so that she can't show the discomfort in her heart too obviously. After all, the language barrier is not good, and if people discover their abnormalities, they don't even have the ability to deal with interrogations.

Until you find out what's going on here, it's better to keep a low profile.

As the night wore on, there was a lot of snoring in the shed.

Given bales of straw and cheesecloth, Yira went to the corner of the shack and made her bed. Lying on the slightly damp straw, looking at the bright moon in the sky, which was obviously larger, her brows furrowed slightly.

The fatigue accumulated on the ship made her almost unable to resist the slumber, but the confusion accumulated in her heart made it impossible for her to fall asleep easily.

Unable to stand the feeling, she got up from the straw bed and walked to the creek near the shed, where she sat quietly.

"Why am I here?"

"What are these people talking about...... This is a foreign country? But that's a bit too far behind. ”

"Damn...... Is it really a conspiracy of the Yanlong Group? ”

Biting her lower lip, Ira looked around alertly, thinking to herself.

If the abnormal environment was only one of the things that disturbed her, then the one that disturbed her the most, or was so shocked that she couldn't speak......

"It's ...... I? ”

The dark clouds opened a gap, and by the moonlight that was sprinkled, looking at the face of about eleven or twelve years old reflected in the clear water, Yi Ran was stunned, and subconsciously stretched out her hand, she groped for a long time on the airfield that seemed to be a flat board.

After about half a minute, her cheeks flushed, and her eyebrows twitched violently.

"Cut!"

Before he had time to carefully examine the changes that had happened to him, Yi Ran suddenly thought of something, quickly looked around, and saw that no one noticed him, and his right hand, which was tightly held on his chest, slowly released and hid under his left hand.

With a snap of his fingers, a faint flame sprang up from his fingertips.

When she saw the flickering flames, she breathed a sigh of relief, dispersed the flames, and her tense shoulders gradually relaxed.

Although it has become like this.

But at least, this one is still ......

Holding a puff of water and throwing it on her face, Yiran washed the dust off her face and got up and walked in the direction of the row of shacks behind her.

……

The fireplace crackled, the rude chewing finally stopped, and the restaurant, lit by candles and fires, finally returned to its original silence.

Sitting at the long table, Jiang Feng listened to the captain of Kairut tell the battle situation of the War of Succession to the Throne on the other side of the sea.

According to the captain, the situation of the war seemed to be very unfavorable for the king. Under the leadership of Prince William, the rebels marched through the Brass Chief, and all the fertile plains in the south of the kingdom fell into the hands of the prince. Most of the nobles of the south had turned against the unstoppable prince, and only a few counties were still resisting.

Bainville was the domain of Viscount Cameron, and although it was a town of more than 3,000 people, it was a town of more than 3,000 people, but because of its wine production, merchants invested in the construction of a port there, and it was for this reason that it was targeted by the rebels. As soon as the news of the fall of Brass Pass came from the front, Viscount Cameron fled to the royal capital with his family and the private soldiers of the territory. In order to escape the scourge of war, other people in the territory also fled and scattered.

The more than 300 farmers who fled with Kairut to Port Sevit were all farmers of the Viscount Cameron winery. In addition to many experienced farmers, there are also roles such as winemakers, carpenters, and craftsmen.

"I just have a plantation on my hands, so it's no problem to house those farmers." After a pause, Jiang Feng continued, "Also, regarding that brig, I hope to be able to buy it. ”

"You can use it, it's not ours in the first place. You are willing to take us ashore, and we are grateful for your generosity. Kerut resigned.

Jiang Feng nodded, didn't insist anymore, but asked.

"What are your plans for the future?"

Captain Kerut shrugged his shoulders and spoke in a casual tone.

"Maybe you can find a job in the port to make a living, or maybe you can wait for a merchant ship to come here and follow them to try your luck in other countries. People like us are not very dependent on the land, and as long as there is a sea, we can live anywhere. ”

"Since you don't have any special arrangements, you might as well work for me." Jiang Feng said.

"Working for you?" Kairut was stunned for a moment, subconsciously blurted out, and then hurriedly explained, "No, I mean, you plan to let that galleon with its broken mainmast go to sea?" It's impossible, there's simply no place in a small place like Port Sevet that can fix it. ”

"Don't say that you don't have a mainmast, even if you don't have a mast, you can still go to sea," facing the stunned Kairut, Jiang Feng smiled slightly, and said lightly, "Don't forget, it's the wizard sitting opposite you." ”