The next day, it was close to noon. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Grand Duke, Roch, the director of the port department, Rogel, and the garrison officer Midwinter led a larger group of officials to wait at the port. A large section of the berth has been temporarily emptied, just waiting for the ship to dock.

The first outcasts will arrive in Crescent City today, but the fleet has yet to arrive.

Frank hurried over to Lotchi, panting and sweating on his forehead.

When he was catching his breath, Roche asked, "Over there...... How's it going?"

Frank just shook his head.

"......," Roach sighed, "I hope Miss Eve doesn't have anything to do......"

Frank rubbed his face: "I can't imagine that so many things can happen in one night...... Damn!

He almost thought that yesterday was his lucky day! With the new script as a basis, he finally broke through Kenna's indifference barrier, and finally was able to stay quietly in the same room with her, to talk to her, to admire her smile up close, to breathe the same air as her...... He thought that his love had ushered in a new life, and he was overjoyed and forgot to leave, but he did not expect to hear such a shocking, worried, and helpless news at night.

......

At the same moment, Ye Guyun's villa.

"Saphius, give up your therapy! that won't work!" Archmage Osma said anxiously, irritablely, and depressed, Ye Guyun's stubbornness really made him helpless, "You can try my or Timofan's therapy!"

"You don't know!" Ye Guyun also looked anxious and irritable, "I can't teach you the science of the meridians! But I know what I'm doing! My purpose is to cure Eve's addiction, and I want her to get rid of the threat and torture of this curse from the bloodline forever!"

Turning his head to look at Timofan on the side: "Please, Mr. Timofan, please cultivate some different medicinal herbs, and I'll see if I can replace ginseng." ”

Cultivate? Yes. Timovan's most powerful and proud ability is to cultivate plants, he can quickly ripen a plant and even make some small changes in traits, which is extremely strange, at least ordinary druids are definitely not comparable to him in this regard.

Timofan slowly opened his closed eyes: "Is ginseng really that heavy?"

Ye Guyun nodded solemnly: "It's very important! One of the main ingredients of the pill I want to refine!" and then smiled bitterly, "Although ginseng is also a precious medicinal material in my hometown, it is not so rare that it is impossible to find, as long as you have money, you can probably buy it...... I never thought that there was no such thing as ginseng in this world......"

Timofan shook his head, "Maybe it's just somewhere in the world that we haven't been to yet." Then he asked, "I would love to know what the elixir in your mouth is! Why is it that after a simple concoction (in Timovan's eyes, the concoction of no magical element is a simple concoction), it can have the series of miraculous uses you described?"

Ye Guyun rubbed the corners of his forehead, he really didn't know how to explain. Is it the pathology and pharmacology of Western medicine?

Instead, Osma did the work of refusal for him: "Please, is it time to study these things?!"

Timofan was stunned for a moment, then leaned over and said, "I apologize!"

Osma didn't care about him, turned his head and continued to shoot at Ye Guyun: "Saphius, no matter how ingenious, beautiful, and perfect your idea is, after all, you have to wake Eve up first, don't you? Hey! You said it yourself!"

"Yes, but ......"

"But what? The truth is, none of the methods you've tried, such as exercises, medicated baths, and acupuncture (acupuncture), can make Eve wake up! So, why don't you try my and Timovan's therapy? At least there is another possibility to revive Eve! You can do whatever you want after you wake up! She's your woman anyway!"

"Mr. Osma," Ye Guyun rubbed the corners of his forehead again, "First of all, I have to thank you for your kindness, but I'm sorry to tell you that your therapy is not destined to be effective." ”

"Why?" said Archmage Osma, furious. In a word, it was a slap in the face.

"Eve has officially practiced my exercises in depth, it is precisely because she is too diligent that she has this calamity, she has accumulated too much internal force in her body!, and the restraint of internal force on arcane energy ......" Ye Guyun spread his hands towards Osma, "You know...... My archmage, don't say your healing has nothing to do with sorcery. ”

Osma was speechless, her face depressed, and she sat back in her seat. Raising his head, he said, "Then you should always try Timofan's therapy." ”

However, Timofan first dismantled the stage: "My therapy is really only an application of herbology, and no matter how good it is, it will not be better than that of Mr. Saphius." ”

Osma was immediately speechless with anger.

Timofan added: "But I'm pretty sure that the 'primordial rebirth' will work. Its effectiveness is basically equivalent to a super-enhanced version of resurrection or restoration, and I don't think it's an exaggeration to describe it as a 'magic elixir of resurrection'. It's just that, like I mentioned before, its activation requires the use of fresh dragon blood as an introduction. ”

"Phew!" Archmage Osma was even more angry, "what kind of magic elixir have you developed! Is there still a little bit of practicality?Fresh dragon blood? Where can you get it? Can you expect the arrogant dragon to give you a little blood? Or kill a dragon improvisedly before taking the medicine? Well, not to mention that, the most basic thing, whether you can find the dragon in a desperate time is a big problem!"

"Ah, yes. Timofan didn't seem to have a temper, his face was still calm and calm, "There is indeed a problem with practicality, and I have been trying to make improvements, but unfortunately there is still no progress." Although it only takes a little bit, fresh dragon blood seems to be indispensable, and it is probably a key to the pharmacology of the 'primordial rebirth'. ”

Everyone looked at each other.

Archmage Osma waved his hand: "That's useless, it's useless to say anything." ”

On the side, Gianna's beautiful silver-gray eyes flashed and she looked at Timofan with interest.

......

In the afternoon, the port.

Without warning, a few sail horns suddenly appeared on the horizon, and immediately a sharp-eyed person saw it.

"Here they are!"

The stewards at all levels were in good spirits and immediately began to command the post headquarters to act in accordance with the established arrangements. I've been busy for half a month, but it's all for today.

The fleet landed safely and slowly docked at the allotted berths.

The gangplanks were lowered one after another, and groups of homeless people on each boat, urged by sailors and soldiers, picked up their only luggage, and walked off the boat in a daze and with trepidation. Most of them were setting foot in Crescent City for the first time, and seeing for themselves this unimaginably prosperous metropolis, a land of tyranny full of exploitation and oppression, and a place of evil without freedom and justice, which was rumored to be under the rule of the aristocracy.

A deep sense of unease gripped the displaced people, but the recent more miserable encounters had numbed them, so they had to line up in line according to the instructions of the officials to carry out inspections, quarantines, registrations, and transfers in turn.

Everything is well organized, neat and efficient.

The inspections were carried out by trained clerks who asked simple questions to identify the identities and skills of the homeless, and to single out those highly qualified workers with specialized skills and those who were extremely fanatics with the glory of democracy in their heads, whether or not they were specially arranged by Femien.

Of course, this is only a preliminary screening, and after these displaced people have settled in the city, there will be further review and verification.

Quarantine is done by the priests of the temples. All these displaced people, regardless of whether they passed the quarantine before boarding the ship, and whether they fell ill while on the ship, must undergo another quarantine before entering the city. Those who do not pass must be quarantined on the spot, and those who pass are not able to enter the city immediately. They had to take off their old clothes, burn them, and change them into simple clothes that had been sterilized with alcohol before they could enter the city. Even when they arrived at their place of settlement, they had to undergo a short period of quarantine.

It may seem like overly cautious (in the eyes of the people), but it is undoubtedly the most responsible thing to do for all the residents of Crescent City. After all, no one can guarantee that these displaced people, who have been displaced for many days, will not harbor any vicious epidemics, and if there is any event, but the whole city suffers, the consequences are unimaginable.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't find a more reliable quarantine method, Ye Guyun would not have agreed to let the pastors come to quarantine.

Relying on divine art to distinguish epidemics? In the eyes of Ye Guyun, who believes in science and technology and Marxism-Leninism-Mao Deng, this is simply nonsense! However, helplessly, in the reality of the lack of sufficiently high relevant science and technology, Ye Guyun still has to compromise after all.

The first batch of displaced people was only three hundred, which was not too much, even if the process was more delicate and complicated, and after a while of disturbance, the inspection, quarantine and registration were finally completed smoothly, and the time took less than two hours, and it was still early, especially in the afternoon, the sunniest time of the day in the winter of Crescent City.

Of course, this is due to the skillful and competent officials and excellent professional factors, but more importantly, they have made the most adequate preparations. This little half a month's hard work is really not wasted.

Next, it is time to lead these displaced people into the city in batches, arrange their residences, and settle down separately.

Of course, these displaced people will only be scattered and arranged in various corners of the city, even if a special building has been built for them.

This is to prevent them from huddles.

Human beings are a kind of group animals, uprooted from their hometowns and in a different place for the first time, without relatives and no support, in a panic, it is natural to hug each other with others with the same background and the same experience to warm each other.

This is absolutely intolerable for Crescent City.

The outcasts are mainly from Plant, a place that has long been in place of an effective republican system, even if not so extreme, less fanatical, after all, accustomed to democracy and freedom, and the concept of "being the master of the house" is deeply rooted in their minds, and it is incompatible with the authoritarian system that Crescent City still uses. Therefore, it is particularly difficult to assimilate them so that they can integrate peacefully and smoothly into Crescent City.

If they are still in a group, the difficulty of assimilation will definitely increase greatly, and it will even affect the local residents of Crescent City, setting off a wave of "XXX Spring" and "XXX Revolution" - this is a high probability event, you need to know that the universal values of democracy and freedom have always been very attractive.

If that's the case, then it's going to be a big deal.

In short, to break up, be sure to break up.

There are many ways to disperse and resettle, but the easiest and safest way is to mix the homeless and slaves - isn't the slave camp already a building! Oh yes, the people who are qualified to live there are not slaves, they have the status of official residents, and now they are members of the public construction team of the Dominion of Crescent City, with decent work and good salary, and they have just stepped into a beautiful and happy new life, and their hearts are full of sunshine and hope, and they are grateful to the Grand Duke and the Dominion, so that they will not be easily bewitched by the so-called democracy and freedom!

To be honest, when the building was built for training, no one expected that it would be useful in this way.

Unhurriedly, step by step, the 300 displaced people were quickly settled. The officials also dispersed, not leaving work, but began to carry out further work, and the next few days were busy with them, anyway, to properly deal with all aspects of the homeless people.

Among them, the small number of ultra-fanatics who have been screened out are the most important. What awaits these people will be a constant stream of targeted measures to make them dizzy and miserable, and there will be no time for them to make trouble.

Well, the whole thing is not glamorous and not good-looking, if the Plant-County delegation is here, obstructing everywhere, protesting everywhere, I am afraid that they will not be as unreasonable and shameless as they are now, but fortunately they were delayed and will only arrive tomorrow, and even fall behind the homeless fleet. In this way, there is an extra day, and the order is reversed, and the meaning is very different, and there are too many more preparations that can be made by the means.

So much so that it is almost certain that the first batch of displaced people to arrive will not be able to turn over any storms.

Of course, the first credit goes to José and Turansen, who accompanied and greeted the delegation, whether consciously or not, and it was their good means that allowed the delegation to stay in the Dominion of Macao for several days, buying precious time for the Crescent City to prepare.

Well, although it also brought a third delegation.

Seeing this, Roch and Frank did not wait for the matter to be over, and returned to the city early. The target, of course, is not the castle, but Ye Guyun's home. But something very important is happening there, too!

......

In the distance, on a high ground, a black slender figure stood quietly against the sea breeze. The eyes glittering blue are locked on the busy port, from start to finish, no matter how big or small.

Suddenly, the dark blue light disappeared, the spell was terminated, and the eyes changed back to the deep and seductive appearance of the self.

"It's really a homeless ......"

"Confirmed ......"

"Well, heh, there's still a good show tomorrow......"