Abi put his backpack on the boat and turned to help me onto the boat. For a moment I was a little hesitant to follow along, who knows what these people are from?

The men stared at me fiercely and asked Abi something reproachfully.

The three men stripped the knight clean, and threw his armor, helmet, cloak, rope, and even a copper pot onto the boat, and then together they threw the knight into the river and let him float away. One of the thin men mounted his horse and said that he would ride to the shallows downstream in order to cross the river."

The remaining men set the boat in place, and then gently pushed the boat into the river with a thick wooden pole against the riverbank.

Lying on your back on the river, listening to the sound of the river, listening to the people around you talking in words you don't understand, this scene is familiar. That's when I had just been rescued from the river. What about the previous ones? In the past, it seemed like it was a wall away from me, but now it's like it's just a layer of fog. When I closed my eyes, I could see bright stirrups, glittering spear heads, and glittering soldiers slowly climbing up the hill to the rhythm of war drums, and at the sound of an order, the sky was full of flying arrows.

A touch.

I woke up and landed.

The Creelians jumped into the river from both sides of the boat, and the water made a loud noise. Abi dragged me up and told me to follow him off the boat. The stomach was still churning, and there was an indescribable feeling of bulging emptiness, as if I could eat everything and as if I couldn't eat anything.

The trees on the banks of the river appear to be alive and much better than the scene around the mosque. The soil is moist and fertile, and the path is lined with wildflowers, and the grass is bright green like bright silk. I noticed that most of these Creelian boots were good leather boots, at least only mercenaries would have the money to have them, and of course, there were two people who were a little shabby, but they were also leggings made of muslin, which looked very decent. Like a rich farmer.

Abiy suddenly argues with these people. Apparently anxious, the men patiently talked to Abi at first, but then simply slapped him and told him to get out of the way.

Before I knew why, a man walked up to me and drew his dagger. Play with the tip of the dagger with your fingers.

"Wikibians?" He asked me that in Wikibian.

When I talked to Abi before, I used Wiki dialect, and maybe Abi had already told these people.

"Yes." I'm not going to tell these people that I'm from Valan. The Valans tend to conjure up words like 'dangerous', 'mercenary', and 'savage'.

"How could you be in the mosque."

"Escape the plague." I say.

"You're the only one?"

"I'm here with a family of merchants."

"Where did it come from?"

"Eureka City," he stared at me. As if to judge whether I was lying, I continued, "Lin. Denwan Mill. ”

"The family is not Wikibian," the man said, "and they are Creelian." ”

"I was fostered with them," I said, "and business families often do that." ”

"Who is your master?"

"Gil the Nord."

"Now that people in the south are running to Nord, why are you running into the desert? You're lying. You little thief. ”

"I came here a few years ago. And what does my background have to do with you? I asked him. If you don't like it, you can leave me here. Can I still harm you? ”

"That's good." The man said reassuringly, "I don't know how to talk to my little friend, just bring it up yourself, you can stay here." There are no slave hunters on this side of the river, and we have done enough to send you across the river, and we can't do more. ”

As the Creelians exchanged ears, some Creelians came out of the woods, quickly unloaded the ship's belongings, slung them on their shoulders, and returned the way they came. I found out that it was very dangerous, and some of the Creelians who were helping to carry things were clearly sick, with blood from their noses and wounds on their faces.

"I said," I said to the Creelian in front of me, "that one of your people is sick. ”

"Impossible." He glanced back at the men. "The plague is over, they have survived, there will be no more problems."

"Look at these people for yourself," I said to him, "why lie to yourself? Look at their faces, look at their hands, these people are sick. ”

The Creelian looked agitated, and he grabbed me by the neckline, "You bastard, you know what. Let me tell you, those who survive will live forever and will not get sick again. ”

The Creelian, who looked at him coldly, said, "Forget it, this kid is right, those poor fellows are indeed sick. ”

The argument between me and the man eventually became an argument between the Creelians themselves, and the men were so emotional that they ended up pointing fingers at each other.

Abi walked up to me, "You can't stay alone, it's too dangerous. ”

"Why is this guy so hostile to me, I didn't say anything."

"This man hates all men," said Abi, "all the strangers, not against you." He was one of those who was vehemently opposed to helping the strangers when we closed off the village, but you know, not many people understood him at first, and what else could we do when people were banging on our courtyard walls and begging for our help? So the disease caught up with us and caused a large number of people to die, including several of his family. ”

"So what did he say about people who don't get sick and stay healthy forever?"

Abi looked at him pityingly, turned to me, and said, "You'll know." ”

I followed the Creelians as they came on the road, and the Creelilli looked back at me fiercely. His skin was dark and wet, and he didn't look like a bright and upright person.

While on the road, I was thinking about the current situation. Listening to the statements of these Creelians, it seems that these Creelians have already had a sick life, and what is the matter with these patients now? I'll have to ask about it.

"Abi," I whispered to Abi, "what's the matter with these sick people?" ”

"What do you mean?"

"Are they sick for the first time, or have they been cured in the past and are now sick again?"

Abi looked at the sick-looking people and said, "They're sick for the first time." But when the plague first broke out, these people were not affected in any way. Originally, we thought it was all over."

"Abi. Have you ever been sick? "I thought about it for a moment and asked Abi." When did you get here? ”

"Yes." "A month ago, I was picked out of the pile of dead people, and people told me that my master was dead, that my master's family was dead, and that I was gone. But I didn't have a place to go, so I stayed in the village. ”

"I've seen hundreds of sick people in the mosque." I told him my reasoning, "It seems that those who have been sick will not get sick again, and those who have not been sick will either surely have it again or will never get it." There will only be these three kinds of people. ”

Abi smiled cruelly, "There is a fourth type of people, people who get sick and die. ”

"The living and the dead." I answered him.

After a while. Abi said, "You're right. This is the case with everyone in the village, and I have never seen anyone get sick and then get sick. But those who have not been sick say that it is not good. ”

After saying that, he looked at the Creelian man in front of him again, and fell silent.

As the woods thinned out, an open field appeared before our eyes. It is a shocking situation that such a large area of land is completely unoccupied. The crops in the forests are far less productive than those in the plains, and the cold ones are not as productive as the warmer ones. It will be a great source of wealth. Countless grains and valuable crops would thrive, and these things would spur trade in the surrounding towns. Let the wealth continue to expand.

At first, I understood that the impact of the plague had only been to kill a lot of people and make life bleak, but now I have to start thinking about what Abi said, "There will definitely be a famine next year." ”

It's not a famine.

When I was in the barracks, I kept a record of the bills, and even if the farmers worked hard, they could barely maintain the dispatch of the town and the barracks all year round, and the money would not be enough. Now, almost all farm work has come to a standstill, and everything that was familiar with the past will be gone. If the world recovers, it must also recover.

Farmland after field fell silent and overgrown with weeds. The canal was unmaintained, the water seeped into the ground through the cracks, and I saw that the ditch was full of garbage, and no one had taken care of it for at least three months. Farther away, farmhouses stand quietly in the middle of the fields, and no one haunts them. The whole land was silent, and the feeling of emptiness was even stronger than the dead silence of a mosque.

We arrived at a resting spot where several large trees had been cut down, leaving stumps for passers-by to rest. At the other end of the woods, several dilapidated stone and brick houses were linked together by a hedge, and in front of them was a large open space on which large rags, broken wooden stakes, and ropes were discarded haphazardly.

"It used to be a bazaar," Abiy said, "and there was a barracks, three mosques and more than 30 villages that gathered here every Friday to buy and sell goods." Two weeks ago, we thought the plague was over, so we contacted the surrounding villages and wanted everyone to gather here to discuss what to do next. But lo and behold, the plague is back. ”

"I'm back." I echoed him, a plague had almost killed me, and I didn't know what the impact would be if I did it again.

I suddenly thought of the harsh reality that among the people I knew, someone must have died of the plague, Giovanni, Joey, Jack, Tom, Kalinin, Yuri''s ''Misella'

I should go back and tell Mycella to leave the city as soon as possible and hide in a village where there are no outsiders until the plague is over.

Leaving the bazaar behind, a stone-walled village appeared before us. When I walked up, I found that there was a shallow beach outside the stone wall, which was a very basic fortification, effective, but at the same time very costly.

The only way to the outside was a wooden bridge that could be stowed away, allowing only one carriage to pass at a time, and we waited patiently.

It took more than an hour for me to follow Abi into the well-maintained settlement.

Our arrival made the place lively, and many old people and children ran out to take our things.

Abi said he wanted to take me to his master, and I followed him through the crowd and inside.

In front of a dilapidated hut, I found the Creelian crouching on the ground, teasing a little girl with a candy ball.

At this time, the man had changed his appearance, no longer a fierce appearance, but a happy expression, his eyes flashed, and his smile was even a little exaggerated.

The little girl was sickly, weakly reaching out to play with him, trying to grab his candy balls.

Abi spotted my gaze and whispered to me, "During the first plague, all of his family died, except for his youngest daughter. Two weeks ago, the plague struck again, and her daughter also showed symptoms two days ago ''Let's go.'' ”

The man put the candy ball in the hat of his cloak and clenched his two empty hands to let his daughter guess where the candy ball was. The girl broke his fingers one by one, and when she found that both of her father's hands were empty, she laughed silly, as if it were the most playful trick.