There wasn't a single mule where we lived, and all I found was an empty cart.

I'm missing my iron feet a little, and I don't know where that stupid horse is now, and it would be a lot easier to be able to ride that guy. The middle-aged man helped me load the boxes into the cart, and I pulled the cart and started moving forward.

Scholars live in the southeast corner of the Old City, where the terrain is high enough to see the sea, and they can watch the stars at night without being disturbed by the noise of people. It is said that this scholar was a famous scholar in Svadia's early years, but he became famous in Rhodok, and now he is out of breath, and no one knows about him. When I heard that this man was living with a madwoman, I thought that he was probably an uneducated liar, just one of the many people who came to cheat Asri out of his property. I almost kicked the box back into the basement, but on second thought, it was a favor for Asre, and it didn't matter to me what happened to the scholar, so I delivered the book and left.

There are two roads to the southeast corner of the old city, one is very close, but the road is steeper, and the other is to detour to the new city, turn a big bend back to the old town, this road is much smoother. Nothing can have the best of both worlds anyway, and the one I decided to approach.

There were so many people here today, and I thought about it for a while before I realized that it was Bread Day, and that the Governor would distribute bread to others. On this day, the bread in the bread workshop was not sold to the public, but was distributed for free, so there was a lot of sand in the bread, and every time the poor sat in the square and finished their bread, the ground was full of knocked teeth, and the denture merchant would take a big bag and pick up the lost teeth, which he would use to make dentures, and sell them to the rich old men who spoke and had sunken cheeks. Dentures made from a whole broken tooth are the most expensive. It is generally used only by the Governor's father or the Governor's own father; Half and half of the broken teeth, made of dentures, ordinary merchants can use; Those teeth are glued together. It's more ordinary, and citizen families can also afford it. Dentures are made of gum and a type of insect meat. It really looks like meat in a person's mouth, but unfortunately as soon as you eat something hot, the teeth in your mouth are deformed, and it is a little inconvenient.

Creelian arms are written with symbols, and this ink is written with a special ink, which usually takes two or three days to fade, and a week before it disappears completely. This puts an end to the poor from repeatedly taking bread. The poor are privately cursing the man who invented the potion, and may he only drink the ink when he is dying of starvation.

There was a family where the husband died. His wife sat in the doorway. As I dragged the cart past, she asked me if I could drop her husband off at the temple. I said I had something to do, and I had to talk about it another day. She bowed her head in resignation, knowing that I couldn't come back to help her. Many people have become accustomed to the fact that perfunctory is equal to direct rejection, and communication between people becomes simple and clear, and no one will say a word more. I didn't expect this steep slope to be so difficult, the stone path was better, and the wheels could still turn on it. As long as I keep pushing hard, I can always walk slowly, but a dirt road killed me, and it was full of potholes. The mud dragged the wheels, and the board was often held up by the stones in the middle of the road, making it impossible to move forward. I dragged the boxes around. Try to bypass the hardest part, and I wonder now if I should choose the best path. It's a little farther away, but it's steady.

There are more and more people around. The people of Ulric City don't seem to be in good spirits, but they don't look like they're dying. This is a remarkable thing, the more prosperous a city is, the more miserable it is when there is a famine. The inhabitants of the city, accustomed to an inexhaustible supply of supplies and supplies in the years of peace, did not realize how many peaceful villages, how many peasants and craftsmen worked behind such supplies. When the world is in turmoil, rural areas are quieter, while cities are like towers that have been hollowed out of their cornerstones. Ulric City is doing well, at least better than the area occupied by Abiy. The food we have delivered in the past is only a drop in the bucket, and Abi cannot rely on this food to feed his city, he has no trade routes, and he destroys all the estates in his hands, and for the next year or two, the inhabitants of his hands will depend on him to feed, but he will not be able to provide him with a single grain. There wasn't much time for Abi, and if he couldn't reconcile quickly with the locals, he would be replaced by someone more skillful.

A Salander man sells roasted lizards, whose skin has a terrible burnt smell, and the lizard's pliable skin often bursts during the roasting process, blowing the juice all over the place. He also sells a kind of meat that looks suspicious, he says it's crocodile meat, and I looked at the bones and saw that I couldn't tell what kind of animal it was, it wasn't human flesh anyway, and that was enough. I paid for a skewer of roasted lizards, and the Salander said that he had received enough gold today, and he didn't want it. I had to find a wrench and change it with him, and he squinted at it for a long time, and handed me the lizard, and when I got it, the Salander felt that he had suffered a loss, and pulled off two hind legs, and gave me the rest.

The roasted lizard tastes exceptionally fragrant, but the visceral part tastes a little astringent, and everything else is fine. After eating the lizard, I threw the lizard's head again, and a little boy who had been following me for a long time with snot immediately pouted and ran over, picked up the lizard's head, and threw it into his mouth with a smile. My upper body was already soaked with sweat, and when the evening wind blew, a layer of salt formed on my forehead. The sun shone straight down on me a moment before it set, making me dizzy. I really want to throw this box away and drag the cart back by myself, but in that case, my previous road will be in vain, and I am more unwilling.

More and more poor people are walking down the mountain, having already received bread on the mountain, and they leave with a look of satisfaction and some loss. These people knew that for the next six days, they would have to live on their own talents, or they would be sent to the temple to be buried. But it was this little hope that never had an uprising or a bread riot in the city of Ulric, which was one of the Governor's methods. The ocean in the distance looked foggy, as if some clouds were steaming in the distance, and the sun seemed to be playing in the blink or two of an eye. And he sank into the sea. At this time, I was still halfway up the mountain. My back hurts terribly. More and more people walked down the hill, buzzing and whispering. It's as if you've just finished a pilgrimage inside the temple. I remember when I was west of the mountains, every time after a few hours of lethargy in the church, everyone would come out talking like this, talking about the visions they had seen, the ghosts they had seen.

Peace seems to have been restored, and I wish it was true.

Cities will be rejuvenated, full of wealth and prosperity, full of cunning merchants and greedy burghers, and learned women and men will debate whether or not to let girls study. When the dung truck passes by, it rings a bell to let pedestrians retreat.

I seemed to hear some long horn.

It's Yuric's soldiers telling the gates to close, I'm guessing, but I've never heard anything like it in the days before.

I was met by a couple of old men, and they stopped and said, "Son, go back, there's no bread for today." ”

I said, "I'm delivering things." ”

"Good luck." The old men slowly walked away.

The old city is already visible. Its dark corners, its tall, narrow gates. I'm going to see the scholar, and I'm going to have to ask the soldier to tell me if I run into the scholar and messing around with a madwoman. I guess I'll have to wait an hour.

The bell rang and the old city gate was clearly visible, and soldiers ran in. Are they going to close their doors? I held my breath. Pulling the car towards the old city, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to catch up.

It didn't take long for me to find out that something was wrong. For after the soldiers entered, the gate was not closed. I breathed a sigh of relief, having just accidentally sprained my ankle. Why are these soldiers in such a hurry?

The bell 'bell~bell~' rang non-stop. In a few corners of the outer city, after a while, bells began to ring, and I stood on the side of the road, looking at the new town below, not knowing what they were doing, many of the towers were lit bonfires, and the streets in the distance were shaking. The people who were praying in the main temple seemed to be puzzled by the bell, and they walked to the square in front of them, curiously asking what kind of bell it was.

When a Creel spearman walked past me, I asked him, "Brother, what's going on?" ”

"Who the is a brother with you, Whiteskin," the Creel soldier gave me a vicious look. "I'm in a hurry, don't talk nonsense with me."

This moment left me a little confused, it seems that this Creelian does not know what is going on, is it that they were summoned by this bell?

When he got to the Old Town, two old archers came up panting, and I asked them, "Old man, what's the matter?" ”

"I don't know," said an old man, standing up straight, "the bell is deadly striking." Either the emir died, or somewhere there was a fire. He turned his head to look at the new town, but found no fire, "Damn the emir, you'd better die, or I'll curse him for the rest of my life." ”

His comrade-in-arms licked his mouth, "It's possible that our food team has been ransacked." Hell, I hate going out of town at night, hell. ”

After the two men left, a group of soldiers climbed the hill led by an officer on horseback, each with a look of bad luck.

When the officer saw me, he struck me on the head with the handle of his whip, "Boy, what are you doing here?" ”

"Deliver the goods, sir."

"Have you drunk it," the officer said, looking at the books in my box, his interest greatly reduced, "it's best to have wine, and the water is okay." ”

"There's water." I handed him the bladder next, "What's going on?" ”

He lifted the lid of the water bag and took a sip, and took the rest to drizzle his hair, "The pirates burned one of our ships and hanged a group of our soldiers on a small island overseas, and the two ships we sent out never returned, and we became blind. Haha, these pirates have gone too far, it's a fucking bitch, you wait, in ten days, I'm going to stick these people's heads on the tip of the spear in front of the temple. ”

He threw the water bladder to me, touched a handful of coins and threw them on my cart, and took his men with him.

The bell rang everywhere, and it turned out to be a gathering of soldiers. I hope nothing goes wrong on the road today.

There were more than a hundred steps to go, my shoulders were already swollen, it didn't feel like my own shoulders anymore, I wanted to shout, but I was so tired and hungry that I didn't even have the strength to do so. Asri, didn't you say that I would be guided, then manifest quickly.

Sure enough, after I had finished meditating, a sign appeared: the gates of the inner city began to close, and a few poor people who were not allowed to leave were driven out. The group was the last to return, and now there were dozens of soldiers in charge of policing in the city, and there were torches and dogs barking in the streets.

"Don't close the door!" I shouted loudly, and the soldiers on the upper floor of the old city poked their heads out to see who I was.

"Who are you?"

"I'm here to deliver to the bachelors in the old city, I've been gone for a day!"

", the farthest place in the city doesn't take a day to walk on your knees."

"I live outside the city."

"There's no one outside the city, you liar," the soldier said to me, and he waved his hand, "Shut the door." ”

"Damn you," I was angry below, "I'm just one step away, you won't let me in, where am I going to stay at night?" ”

I was so angry that I made the soldier very happy, "If you scold me again, I will go down and tear your mouth, but, hehe, I will go down, won't you be able to come in?" Find a place to lie down and sleep, watch your ass, there are a lot of homeless people! ”

The door creaked shut.

I sat on the edge of the cart, so annoyed that I got up and kicked the cart and the box a few times, tearing the book and throwing it on the floor.

The moon was a faint bright spot in the clouds, and the clouds became thicker and thicker, and the sky became pitch black.

Sleepiness hit, and I leaned back on the cart and squinted for a moment. The soldiers on the walls of the old city thought of a trick to make fun of throwing a small stone at me, and I was hit by a stone on the shoulder, and I woke up suddenly, only to hear the soldiers on the tower laughing. I could only drag the cart away, and the soldiers in the back told me not to go, to stand still, and to laugh and intimidate. I took a walk around the top of the hill and found that there was no good place to rest. Only in the direction of the sea, there is a burned house, the ground is wet for some reason, but fortunately the outer wall is still there. I put the cart against the exterior wall and climbed into the car to sleep.

Knowing that I wouldn't come, it was thankless, and Asri must not have forgotten it, but that he didn't have the strength to move these boxes.

There should always be pirates on the sea, but daring to kill the guards of a city is indeed very daring. Most pirates don't mess with the city, because there will always be times when they need to resupply and recruit new people, and the city has a lot of food, fresh water, weapons, and bachelors, making it an ideal supply point. Every pirate has some overt or covert relationship with the governor in the city, after all, it is useful for the governor to have a trusted pirate friend if he wants a rival to die at sea, or if a new governor is shipwrecked. This time the pirates are going to be unlucky, once the city begins to gather all the soldiers to prepare for revenge, then it is better for the pirates to run as far as they can, otherwise they will definitely die in the belly of the fish.

I slowly fell asleep.

The wind blows in my ears, and the sound of the waves is as soft as hypnotic music.

In my sleep-like sleep, I heard the sound of 'knock', 'knock', 'knock', and this sound was a dull low drum beat, who was playing the drum so early.

I woke up in a blur, not because of the drums, but because of the noise of the people around me. I got up from the cart and stood up, the towers of the old city were full of soldiers running, people on horseback shouting in the distance, six soldiers on my left hand ran past me with spears, and as they passed, they pressed their helmets and turned their heads to look at me in horror--- no, they didn't look at me, they saw the sea behind me.

When I turned my head, I took a sharp breath of cold air, and was stunned by the sight before me: the sea was densely covered with warships, each of which was full of sails, and a flag fluttered on it, and it was "That'

I don't have to guess, countless small boats full of soldiers, beating drums as they approach the coast. In the light of dawn, the scales and spears were like a forest, and their helmets reflected the morning sun, and the light illuminated the city of Ulric.

Thousands of well-armed Nord soldiers began to shout at the same time.

"Long live Chanda Castle!" "Long live Chanda Castle!" "Gil, Lord of Zenda. Long live Bianwen! (To be continued.) )