Rushing is a very irritating but helpless thing. In the modern world of automobiles, trains, airplanes, and other modern means of transportation, it is still tiring to travel from one place to another, and most of the time there are seats to sit in.

In Elune's hurry, Fang Qiuling had already experienced it several times. Whether it was following the caravan's "standard speed" or a forced march day and night, Fang Qiuling had relevant experience. But experience is experience, and the hardships on the road are ...... Who is really on the road knows, and no words or pen and ink description can be complete. Especially when the snow on the road has not completely melted, the horses will slip from time to time, and there may even be an accident such as "the horse stumbles".

Originally, with the purpose of increasing credibility and increasing the right to speak, Fang Qiuling randomly chose a necromancer hiding place that did not need to deliberately detour to sweep.

As soon as he arrived at the hiding place, he unexpectedly found traces of the undead. Justice was quickly served, and the necromancer fell under the blow of the Clarity.

If the first half is still under control, the moment the little dwarf pops out of the necromancer's corpse, things are a little out of control.

Mildis Phantom Hand, Fang Qiuling's old friend in the game, is a "cheaper" prophet. With the presence of a prophet, Fang Qiuling naturally hoped to "tell his fortune". As for what to pay, a couple of bottles of carbonated drinks and a music box, cheap!

Then things got completely out of control and completely unexpected......

The first prophecy of the moving images of the ghost ship invasion made Tom Sr. anxious.

The little dwarf enters an ethereal state and begins a second prophecy. Fang Qiuling originally thought that the Nameless Man's words could be heard by other people around him, but the time of freezing made him know that this was just a one-on-one whisper. It is not known what the purpose of the nameless person's overtures is, but it is always correct to write down the information that is revealed.

Then came the last prophecy, and the result was that six "hot potatoes" fell into the hands. Fang Qiuling can't sleep all night now, in case these "hot potatoes" accidentally bump into them......

Of course, starting to work day and night again also gave Fang Qiuling no chance to rest. It's nice to be able to squint for 10 or 20 minutes once in a while.

The day after the elimination of the necromancer, the group finally arrived in Huquan Town.

The snow has begun to melt, which means spring is just around the corner. When the snow melts, it means that the trade routes, which have been dormant for a winter, are once again prosperous. In order to seize the opportunity, many businessmen will arrive at this time of year and start looking for business opportunities early. Some of the quicker merchants had even prepared most of the goods and began to arrange for packing and hiring guards.

At this moment, Huquan Town is full of people, and it seems to be more lively than in previous years. However, compared to the bustling in the past, the caravans are endless, and the excitement at the moment is particularly strange.

The gates of the town were closed, and the town walls were already full of soldiers, and the Wuxi cavalry stationed in the town patrolled the town walls in pairs. Defensive logs and stones can be seen on the wall near the town's gate.

There were a lot of people lying outside the town, who were not residents of the town, and they didn't look like caravanserais. You can see that these people's faces are like dirt, their eyes are glazed, and their clothes are covered with mud and stains, as if they have fled from the country...... Refugees – yes, refugees.

Old Tom's eyes widened, and his gaze was full of incredulity. He has lived in Huquan Town for most of his life, and he is emotionally closer than the old house in his hometown. Huquan Town has always been the brightest pearl of the Mist Lake, and once upon a time, it was blocked by a large number of refugees?

However, Tom Sr. was more concerned about the reason for the refugees' presence than the refugees lying on the ground.

The Misty Lake region is a standard "country place" in the western frontier of Calthas, and has always been despised by the nobles of the royal capital Serradia. Although the lord Count DeHarus was disparagingly called "the old horseman", among the lower people, Count DeHarus had a great reputation.

The reason for the high prestige is simple, the Count of Diharus a few generations ago made a dead rule that no future generations are allowed to change - those who work have something to eat!

There are really no specialties in the Misty Lake area, but the "specialties" here are determined by the nobles. The aristocrats believed that the soil in the misty lake area was too humid to make beautiful pottery bowls; Due to the proximity to the sea in the west, the humid sea breeze blows all year round, which is not suitable for growing tulips and roses that can refine perfumes; The rain was too abundant, and the grapes used to make wine were not suitable; Mineral resources are quite scarce, not to mention gemstones, even the most basic iron ore is not enough, weapons and armor and the like need to rely on "imports"; There are only a few merchant ships that come and go every year, and they will not bring the beautiful silk of the Silk Country, nor the gold of the natives of the Mazta Continent......

All that the aristocracy could look at was luxury. And do the people at the bottom need luxuries? Of course they don't need to, their demands are much simpler than those of the aristocracy, and they can be summed up in two sons - food and clothing.

Although it is recognized as a "country place", the Misty Lakes region is actually a land of fish and rice. Moist land is not suitable for growing tulips and roses, but it is quite good for growing potatoes. On the western coast, commerce and trade are not very developed, but fishing is always full of returns. At the same time, the fishery resources of the misty lake itself are also quite abundant, and the fat Maglida sturgeon in Jinhe Town is still fresh in Fang Qiuling's memory.

So as long as you are willing to work, there is no such thing as hunger in the Mist Lake area. Whether it's a potato plantation, a fishing boat, or a "food processing plant" in a small town along the lake, there is always a shortage of manpower.

If you don't worry about eating and drinking, then most of the troubles in life will be gone. How can there be so many refugees in such a situation, and where do these refugees come from?

Old Tom soon saw a familiar figure on the town wall, it was the Knight of Rivers. The Knights of Rivers patrol the town walls with their hands behind their backs. I saw that he was fully armed and his face was solemn.

- I've been away for about two months, why has everything changed?

Old Tom looked a little confused, and Pastor Ed and Miss Moghley were similarly confused.

“…… Ma'am, what's going on here? ”

"I don't know, there was no one here when I left."

It took almost six days to get from Lakesprings to Agarwal Valley. So many refugees gathered in six days......

After a brief moment of confusion, the faces of the three of them immediately became ugly. They all thought of the reason - the invasion of the undead!

“…… Madame, where are you from? How did you get here......"

Pastor Ed couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart, and immediately asked a middle-aged woman who was sitting on the ground to inquire.

The middle-aged woman looked very haggard, with several cracks on her lips. At first glance, I knew that it was a lot of physical exertion, and I hadn't drunk water for a long time.

Pastor Ed asked as he took the kettle from his waist and handed it over.

Perhaps it was because of Pastor Eddard's clerical robes that the middle-aged woman's cloudy eyes immediately shone more, and her hands trembled and stretched out the kettle.

But before the middle-aged woman's hand could touch the kettle, the kettle suddenly flew upward. Pastor Ed was stunned for a moment, then looked at the perpetrator in annoyance.

"Mr. Norn, what are you doing! You ......"

Pastor Ed's anger came up in a flash.

- I thought you were a good person, but I didn't expect you to be so unsympathetic! You, you......

Fang Qiuling calmly looked back at Pastor Ed, and the coldness contained in his eyes made Pastor Ed's pupils shrink, and he couldn't help but swallow back the words that came to his mouth.

“…… Madame, you seem to be hurt. Fang Qiuling "forced" Pastor Ed back with his gaze, then took out a small bottle from the storage bag and knelt down on one knee in front of the middle-aged woman, "This is holy water, which can help you relieve your pain and heal your injuries." ”

The bottle containing the holy water is transparent, and the milky translucent liquid in the bottle is seen.

Seeing the kettle being knocked away, the middle-aged woman immediately became submissive. It can be seen from the clothing that the person who plays the flying kettle is a nobleman and a big man, while the commoners have a natural fear of the nobles. However, Fang Qiuling's subsequent friendly actions and the holy water handed out immediately made the middle-aged woman's eyes shine more.

"Thank you...... Thank you, thank you very much! ”

The middle-aged woman took the bottle with a trembling hand.

"Madame, may you ask where you are from? What's going on there? ”

"I—I'm from Xiaoyu Village... Coming over, in the room next to the small pier where I usually live...... "The middle-aged woman's voice trembled violently, "I heard from the people fleeing from the west that the pirates are coming!" Big, big ships rushed into the harbor, and the pirates who came down from it killed anyone they saw ......."

The middle-aged woman opened the bottle with a trembling hand as she spoke. However, instead of pouring the holy water into her mouth, she beckoned to a child sitting not far away with a trembling hand, and left all the holy water to the child.

Judging by the very similar nose and eyes, this child should be her child.

The middle-aged woman said a lot in fits and starts, but most of the words were repetitive. Judging from her slightly stammering tone and submissive expression, she had never seen much of the world, and was a very typical rural woman.

Pastor Ed picked up the flying water bottle back, and although the anger on his face had calmed down somewhat, Fang Qiuling's behavior of doing it directly without saying hello still annoyed him.

However, there was another thing that made Pastor Ed feel particularly strange, he saw obvious pity in Fang Qiuling's gaze. He turned his head to inquire about Lady Mogre beside him, but before he could speak, he noticed that Lady Mogree's eyes were equally full of pity and deep sadness.