In a small estate in the northwest corner of the Holy City, near Artisan Street, Ed, a farmer from Blue Water Farm, is warmly greeting a few artisans he has met just a few months ago. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's been a lively day, Ed, are those people in the courtyard your countrymen?" said Ada, the craftsman, in his trademark loud voice.

"No, no, no, it's a fellow villager from Little Kuka, who fled from the northern suburbs of the farm. Ed smiled innocently: "When I came to knock on the door the night before, Emma thought it was a robber, and she was so scared that she didn't dare to open the door......"

"Huh...... Didn't the Holy See give the refugees a place to stay?" asked Ada.

"You haven't seen the refugee room look like, have you?" said the lame Grover with a blank look.

"It would be nice to have a place to live," Ada snorted, and asked Ed, "why don't you bring your countrymen, and they may have come to the Holy City!"

Ed's smile suddenly became embarrassed: "Same, fellow countryman......"

Cripple Grover stabbed Ada in the waist, "What nonsense, Ed, they're from the Fire Courtyard, how could their fellow villagers come here?"

"Oh...... Yes, yes, yes, wrong to say. Ada scratched her head.

Anderson, who had been dragging behind, walked up to Ed's side and asked softly, "Does the young master have any news?"

"Still no news," Ed's face turned ugly, "Tomorrow, I'll ask Emma and I tomorrow." ”

A month earlier, Ed and Emma had been to Smith Manor on the banks of the St. Francis River, where the maid had told them that neither Master John nor Layla were there, and that no one knew where they had gone.

"I guess I've gone to the Holy Courtyard......" Anderson mused.

"You guys, don't worry!" Ada said loudly, "I've never heard of Lord Helian caring about any beast tide. ”

"That's it!" Cripple Grover hurriedly chimed in, "The beast tide is coming, and those old men of Helian in the city are like nothing happened." ”

"Huh...... Cripple, looks like you've seen a lot of old man Helian?" ada teased.

"Of course I don't know as much as you, your name is engraved on the stone tablet outside the city, how can I compare. Grover replied with a smile.

Ed smiled when he saw the two craftsmen arguing, and although he didn't know exactly what they were talking about.

"I don't know if Shimbashi can withstand the beast tide......" Anderson frowned.

As Anderson's words came out, the atmosphere was subtly cold for a few seconds, and then, only Ada could be heard shouting loudly, "Ed, where is little Kuka, where did this little guy run again?"

Grover laughed and said softly, "It's okay, there are no people hiding under the bridge, why can't the monster cross those bridges." ”

Anderson nodded, probably thinking that Grover's words made sense, his brow tightened, and then he asked Ed, "Where's Emma?

"You know, she just can't sit idle......" Ed smirked.

A few men chatted for a while before Emma walked in with a steaming pot of stew: "Oh, look at my clumsy man, have you all been ruined?"

"Emma, how embarrassing is this......" Grover said with a straight face: "The beast tide is besieging the city, it's good to be half-full, you are like this, others still think that we always run to you because we want to eat meat......"

Although Anderson didn't speak, his face was a little embarrassed.

"These are all cured meats that Miss Una used to send, and Ed and I are not used to eating meat, and besides, the beans grown in the yard have also been harvested. Emma smiled as she placed a large pot of stew on the large dining table and ran back to the kitchen.

"No, no...... It's okay, we can't get used to it. Ed chimed in.

Anderson waited until Emma ran away before asking Ed: "There is still half a year left in the beast tide, you have to raise so many people, is it really okay?" He pointed to the courtyard outside, and when he walked in just now, he had noticed that the twenty or so people were all young people, and they could eat at a glance.

"Yes, it should be fine......" Ed replied with a slight slurring.

"Why do these people eat and drink for nothing, Ed, you can't be kind enough to hurt yourself, just take them in, you should let them go to the Holy See for dinner. Grover was a little angry, and his voice was a little loud, and immediately a young man from Porterne in the courtyard looked at him, and his eyes were somewhat hostile.

"What do you see?" Grover stiffened his back and glared back at the young man, who didn't say a word, and turned his head to look away, but his expression was still cold.

"Cripple, forget it. Anderson patted Grover on the shoulder and whispered to Ed, "Be careful yourselves, the poor are not all good." ”

Ed nodded, looking a little embarrassed: "Also, it can't be ...... Let's get rid of them, all of them are the same people as little Kuka, fellow villagers, ......."

"Ed, are these people unruly, Ed?" said Grover's face was still angry.

At this moment, there was a quarrel in the yard, Anderson was the first to run out, Grover limped after him, and Ed was stunned for a moment with a bitter face, but still followed.

"Why don't we have meat?" cried out a tall Bothon man at Emma, and on the rough wooden table in front of him, there were several plates of beans.

"What are you talking about?!" Ada handed the little Kuka in her arms to Emma, and the child flattened his mouth as if he was about to cry.

The Bothon man ignored Ada and still looked at Emma: "Why do we keep eating beans when we have meat?"

Emma was visibly frightened by his momentum, hugged little Kuka, and timidly replied, "We also eat beans and meat...... Entertained ......"

At this time, Anderson had already come to them, and whispered to Emma, "You take the child in first......"

Emma quickly ran away when she heard this, and Little Kuka's didn't ring until then.

"What did you just say?" Anderson turned and looked coldly at the Porteron man.

At his question, the other refugees also stood up, and in the small courtyard of the manor, three Madeim craftsmen and two dozen Pothon people confronted each other.

"Three lords," said the leading Bothon man, but his face was still unruly, "can any of you tell me why the same Bothon man, those two old creatures can live comfortably in such a beautiful manor, while we can only flee like wild dogs?"

"What's the comparison!" Ada shouted, "You're lucky compared to those who didn't escape!"

"You're right. The face of the man in Boton became even more ugly: "My wife didn't escape......

"My father couldn't run halfway through, so he pushed me ......away," a hungry woman from her eyes wiped tears from her eyes as the others either stepped forward to comfort her or recounted their loved ones who had not escaped the tide of beasts.

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