Rubble Town lives up to its name. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This small settlement on the border is no more than a few hundred people, and there are no minerals nearby and no good game to sell.

The only advantage is that the village is located on the southeastern side of the heath, and there is a lot of rain throughout the Nard. Some northern crops such as buckwheat, castor, tangerine and date are scattered outside the town, which are not only for the villagers to eat, but also for the occasional merchant to visit and exchange some daily necessities that are lacking in the town.

"That's what I said." Hylancia lifted her hood and sighed softly, "The relationship between the sect and the northern border is not good, friction on the border is a frequent occurrence, and most of the merchants who dare to come here don't look down on those local products. The rubble village is dominated by women and children, and it is not easy to survive. ”

"In that case, why can't the church accept them?" Elena was a little confused, "Just like the people who accepted the Crow Knights." ”

The silver-haired woman raised her hand and rubbed the girl's hair.

"Because of the antagonism between races." "The Kamal people think the Saatchi are rude brutes, and the Saatchi think we are a bunch of pleasure-hungry cowards," she said. Therefore, not to mention that the Church will not allow the Thatchi people to come and go in the territory at will, even they themselves consider it a shame to join the Church. ”

"But does that really make sense?"

"Maybe." "Racial consciousness is an important idea for them to maintain their centripetal force, and it is necessary in a sense for them to have no unified state." ”

The two chatted and approached the town. From here, there are few decent buildings in the town, mostly simple thatched huts or low-rise dwellings made of dilapidated wooden planks. The tallest building in town, a mill, looked very old, and the cloth covering the windmill had begun to peel off, fluttering in the wind as it turned.

In the town's square, in fact, a clearing littered with miscellaneous debris, a few Saatchi women were chatting in their language. Along the way, Elena learned a few common Saatchi phrases from Highlandia, but the speed and accent of the voices were too fast for her to understand.

A child seemed to spot them, shouting 'Mommy' and running to the end of the square. The shouts caught the attention of the others, and the whole village woke up - several Thatchi women, who were nearly two heads taller than Elena, grabbed planks, farm tools, and iron spoons for stir-frying, and rushed at them menacingly, encircling them.

"Who are you?" The woman at the head asked in Kamal with an accent, "You don't look like merchants. ”

"It can't be a spy from the Church!" The crowd shouted and approached, "If you don't understand, I'll treat you as dinner!" ”

Elena's face turned pale, and she couldn't help but take a step back. The silver-haired woman stood there with a relaxed expression, she took off her hood, took out a silver badge from her bosom, and threw it at the other party.

"Rest assured, in the name of the Templars, the Church has nothing to do with you." She spread her hands and replied with a smile, "Just taking her out on a trip." ”

There was a commotion in the crowd opposite. It looked like they recognized the badge and knew what it meant. It is no wonder that the Templars were the most frequent members of the Church, and most of them were excellent martial artists - the Church did not want to see their spokesmen killed or captured by the enemy, so combat effectiveness or self-preservation was one of the most important considerations when canonizing the Templars.

Over time, the Templars were not able to deal with this law, and it was engraved in the hearts of the nations and the tribes of the north. As a small town very close to the church, the townspeople certainly know what attitude to be adopted towards whom.

"Sorry for the faux pas." The woman at the head respectfully handed the badge back to Hylanthia, then clenched her fist on her chest and bowed her head to greet her, "What is this little girl's name?" ”

"I ...... I'm Elena, this lady. The girl took a breath and tried to make her answer as smooth as possible, "Excuse me, what do you need help with?" ”

"I'm Haji." The tall woman looked behind her and smiled, "What do you think you can do to help us?" ”

The girl looked around the town. The townsfolk were dressed in shabby coarse cloth clothes, some in straw sandals, others simply barefoot. Whether it is young or old, there is no brilliance in their eyes, and for them, maybe life is just living.

There were very few adult men in the town, and according to Hylanthia, the men often did not want to stay in such poor villages, but went north with brute strength and sharpness. There are more prey and precious trade goods there, and if they can be selected by the guards of the Violet Empire, they can also make the whole family live without worrying about food and clothing.

"I ......" the girl wanted to say that she could bring them the teachings of the Lord of Light, but quickly dismissed the idea. Right now, what they need most is food, clothing and shelter - but she can't provide them.

She thought for a moment before whispering, "Perhaps, I can teach you something, such as ...... Writing, but also mathematics and drawing. ”

"But we don't need that." The woman bowed down, "Nobody needs us to write." And arithmetic is such a thing, as long as you can remember how many meals you ate in a day, it is enough. ”

"......Well," she hesitated for a moment, "I know a little bit about medicine, and if you have someone who is sick, I can try to treat him." ”

"There are some uses." Haji clapped his hands, "Come with me later." She turned to Hylanceia, "Then you ...... With her. ”

"I believe in her skills." The silver-haired woman smiled and replied, "As for me, just do what you can." ”

Haji nodded, turned and strode to the grass hut on the side, and the girl barely managed to keep up with it at a trot. She opened the door to the hut and stooped inside, and Elena carefully followed.

The inside of the hut was dim and somewhat cold, and the air was filled with the smell of not being washed in a long time, which made her frown. She looked at the bed, where a teenager in his teens was lying on a hay-made mattress, his upper body naked, his originally brown face and body faintly glowing red, and he looked slightly swollen.

She reached out and touched the boy's forehead, feeling a burning heat. She recalled what she had learned, opened the other's eyelids to check them, and leaned down again, listening to the other's heartbeat and breathing for a while. Finally, she stroked the boy's arms and chest, and the skin felt unusually smooth to the touch. She pressed down a little harder, and the boy let out a soft moan, as if in pain.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, secretly glad that she had listened to the advice of Hylancia and purchased a lot of suitable herbs.

"It's just ordinary red fever, probably caused by a flea bite." She straightened up and faced Haji, who was watching her every move cautiously, trying to make her smile look more confident, "I'll heal him, don't worry." ”