The gloomy weather was drowsy, the clouds were constantly lowering, and even the top of the Sword Tomb was sunk into rolling dark clouds, and it looked like there might be a torrential rain. With the Isttalen and the Masonry Brotherhood ceasing war and beginning negotiations, the city finally regained its calm.

Residents who survived yesterday's disaster also plucked up the courage to start packing their belongings at this time. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is just a temporary calm before the storm, and after the North Wind family played with fire**, the city lost its owner. Until a new owner is born, it will become a hunting ground for wild beasts.

The new uninvited guests are menacing, and they don't look like good people no matter how you look at them. However, on the one hand, there are crazy thugs who smash and loot, and on the other hand, although they are also unreasonable, they look like regular troops after all, and fools know which side to choose. With the exception of some ill-intentioned and diehards, the vast majority of the surviving inhabitants of Sword Castle flocked to the territory of the Istarons during the day.

From early morning to mid-afternoon, the improvised camp of the Istalen people was home to nearly 500 families and nearly 2,000 single refugees whose homes had been destroyed. This figure is good news for Tiana, as these intact families can provide a balance and stability for the group of Istaron exiles who are left with only orphans and widows. Compared to those of unknown origin who had been taken in along the way, the natives of these Sword Castles were apparently more reliable.

But for Lorana, the meaning behind the number forced her to think deeply. It is also a census of the population, and the report in her hand is very different from Tiana's data.

"According to the information given by these refugees, the Brotherhood first began to condone looting after entering the city yesterday, which is very normal behavior for a gang organization. But their next actions are very suspicious, and while the grassroots members are allowed to burn and loot, the core members of the Brotherhood have not appeared. Another clue to this is that there seems to be a clear error in the number of inhabitants in the territory we snatched from them after nightfall. ”

Lolana took her quill and marked two locations on the map of the city of Sword Castle. One is the northern gates, first breached by Hagenam, and then seized by the Istaren warriors, and the other is the densely populated area of the city center: "Although the population of the two areas is different, even in proportional terms, there are too many missing people in the city center. I went out of my way to find some of the refugees who lived here, and according to them, quite a few of our neighbors were taken away by the Brotherhood before we took this place......"

"You mean that the Brotherhood has a lot of civilians on its side?" Tiana frowned as she stared at the map.

"I'm afraid that's not only that, but this kind of kidnapping of civilians only started after we entered the city. That said, it may be a last resort. They definitely need these civilians," Lolana tapped at the map, her face a little confused, "but in the current situation, those civilians are of no value to them. If they want labor, they themselves are the best laborers, and what can these civilians have? In the old saying, it's just a rotten life......"

Speaking to herself, Lolana suddenly stopped, she looked up and looked at Tiana, and found that each other's faces were not very good-looking.

"It should ...... It can't be, right?" Tiana said with some uncertainty, "Could it be that they want to summon the undead in the city? That's not an easy job, not to mention that this is not a dead realm, and releasing spiritism will definitely be half the effort." ”

"Don't forget that we witnessed the arrival of the ancient evil gods last night, don't you think that there is something wrong with the primordial sacrifice of the human tribe that can summon that one?" said Lolana with a smile: "If it is a blood sacrifice, it must be inseparable from those evil gods, and that one is notoriously cruel in this regard." If, in fact, the eyes of the One were always fixed on this place, our sacrifice last night only attracted his attention......"

The names of the gods contain magical powers, and it doesn't matter if you name the true gods, but for those of the ancient gods, it's best not to draw their attention unless necessary. Quetzalcoatl's god Haka was known for his murder in ancient times, and he was definitely not a good deity. Even out of caution, Lolana was reluctant to mention his name. But that's why it's ......

"If that's the one, it's less likely. Tiana thought for a moment, shook her head and said negatively: "Think about the majesty of yesterday, that one has never been low-key. If the Brotherhood really wants a large-scale blood sacrifice, we should be able to feel the anomaly by now. ”

In the absence of sufficient clues, it is impossible for even Lolana to deduce a definitive conclusion, so she can only put the issue aside for the time being. Anyway, this brotherhood is full of things that are wrong from the inside out, and it will never be wrong to improve their defenses. At present, there are still a lot of tasks to deal with, and the girls have a heavy responsibility on their shoulders, so they can only be vigilant about it.

Isttalon is only three hundred years old, and Sword Keep is more than three times as old, and even though the city has been ravaged by mobsters, the legacy accumulated over the millennia is not to be underestimated. The feast in front of the exiles was so sumptuous that the leaders didn't know which dish to start with for a moment. The loot seized from the killing of the thugs was piled up like a hill, and there was no time to deal with it.

Baron Farah was half-crouched on the ground, his face seemingly calm, but his eyes were shining as he stared at the mountain of treasures in front of him. Although the wealth did not belong to him, Monsieur Baron found a very oily job appraising jewelry.

The adults were busy with other things and didn't have the energy to guard the pile of stolen goods, but they couldn't be used by anyone, so a few bear children volunteered to form a financial report guardian team. Their job was to symbolically guard the stolen goods and to help the indigenous people find the looted property.

Truth be told, both of these jobs are, and the stolen goods are piled up in the Istalon barracks, and they are covered in blood, so what blind idiot can be stupid enough to come and rob them? On the other hand, how many lucky people can survive the robbery, and have the courage to go to the Isttalon to find the lost property? So, in the eyes of adults, this is actually just an excuse for a few bear children to play.

Baron Farah thought so at first, but he soon found out that the leader of this group of bear children was not so simple, he had seen that cunning imp beside General El, but he didn't expect that he would actually find his head and invite himself to do a jewelry appraisal with a split of twenty-eight cents!

God knows what jewelry appraisal skills a country lord can have, but then again, at least as a noble baron, he has a broader vision than a few bear children or other mud-legged people. From this point of view, Baron Farah does not find himself unqualified for the job.

"There's only so much we can take, so we have to pick out the best. The little imp named Wren grinned and said, "Valuable, easy to realize, easy to carry, you can pick this kind of thing." If you don't mind, we'll go to the city tomorrow and rummage through the mansions of the nobles. ”

A cunning imp with an unlimited future, Baron Farah said secretly in his heart. He coughed, rubbed his hands together and whispered, "You want to know what is worth, right, pick out the gems first, and the jewelry." Gems are produced here in Sword Castle, and there are many of them in circulation, but they are hard goods on the outside. And pay attention to the silk parcels and the little chests made of gold, what? You don't know what silk is? It's like this, it's slippery and cool to the touch......"

Even if he doesn't say it, the children know it, but Baron Farah is worried that even if he says it himself, the bear children won't understand. For example, the seemingly inconspicuous gold-shelled pocket watch under his feet is actually a magic talisman inherited by a large family in the city. Even he had never seen it himself, but the family crest and some well-known features on it could never be faked. This thing is a treasure that can't be bought with money in the past.

Baron Farah picked up the pocket watch, pondered for a moment, and finally handed it to Wren, patiently explaining to him the preciousness of the watch.

Monsieur Baron had always been a man of particular knowledge of the times, and he knew very well that, in the present situation, it was more important to make the bear child feel that he owed himself a favor than the value of the pocket watch itself.

"You're such a good man, Mr. Baron, I'm sorry I blamed you for what happened to Momo. Wren did not hesitate to hang the pocket watch around his sister's neck, and then smiled at the baron. He rolled his eyes and was about to speak, when he suddenly turned his head to look behind the baron, and whispered in surprise, "Isn't that Aunt Tima?"

"Tima?" Baron Farah subconsciously looked at Wren's line of sight, and saw that the woman he was familiar with was coming from a distance, and he just wanted to stand up and say hello, when he was suddenly grabbed by Wren's hand.

"That's where Miss Lanstadt handles government affairs, and there are usually soldiers under martial law, how could Aunt Tima come back from there?" Wren whispered as if talking to himself, a hint of maturity inappropriate for his age flashed in his eyes.

"Maybe she was called over for questioning, didn't Miss Lolana just call a lot of people over for questioning?" said Baron Farrah, shrugging his shoulders and not caring about it.

"No, Miss Lolana is looking for refugees in the city to find out the information in the city. Aunt Tima is not from the city, what's the use of her coming?" Wren thought for a moment, raised his head and said to the little girl who climbed on the pile of gold coins, "Momo, call your mother and ask her to come and pick you up." ”

"Is there a problem?" Baron Farah asked, confused, sensing the anomaly in Wren's tone.

"Mr. Baron, do you think I've had nothing to do here?" Wren said quietly, giving him a blank look. (Jiangsu.com)