There was a word that Hug had heard in the past.

It's called "survivor guilt."

He didn't know much, but he probably knew that those who had survived the disaster felt a certain amount of guilt for their own survival, that their lives had been continued by the suffering of others, or that they felt infinitely guilty for their own powerlessness.

Xiuge originally felt that this situation should not happen to him.

But when he heard from Alfred about the escapees in Salem, his mood still fluctuated slightly.

But since it was an order from the direction of Boldon, it was obviously inappropriate to refuse, and since Shug was indeed a little curious about the situation in the city of Salem now, he finally took the next task.

There are nearly 100 refugees in this group, most of them are relatively strong adult men and women, the elderly and children only occupy a small part of them, and after they left the city of Selen, they were found by the Wattle reconnaissance team active near the city of Selen, at that time, the team also suffered some damage due to the earthquake, so they temporarily took these refugees to a temporary base to rest.

When Huge asked why the news had only reached for so long since the earthquake had occurred, Alfred told him that at this stage, any front-line military camp would not easily accept such a group of refugees, after all, it might be mixed with spies and spies from other countries.

In this way, these refugees have been wandering around the area, and the refugees of Salem are more afraid of the Deran and the mages of the Law Council than Waterl, because according to them, the people of the Law Council simply want all the people in Salem to die......

"*** outrageous."

Shuge sighed heavily in his heart, but the Commission's attitude towards these refugees reminded him, so he asked, "Where are these refugees now?"

"The team in charge of picking up has just set off, and there should be half a day to go, so we will probably be able to arrive tonight."

Alfred was also a little helpless: "The briefing arrived with the order, but I didn't deliberately delay and conceal it."

"Okay, I see."

Shuge reached out and took the letter with the royal seal: "Is there anyone else involved in this besides me?"

"Mr. Mayer will have some doctors and medicines over there, which can help them somewhat...... These refugees will not be able to enter our station, but Brownhill will give them tents and shelters, just on the edge of Brownhill, and we need to keep these people away from our warehouses, baggage, and stations."

"What about the Council? There are no other mages besides me?"

Hearing this, Alfred's eyebrows furrowed, and then he suddenly realized something, "What do you mean?"

"Remember the old man who escaped from the city of Salem with me?"

Shuge tapped the letter in his hand lightly with his fingers: "Schubert was just impaled in the calf by the monster in Salem, and the whole person became like that, and this is the result of his timely control and treatment...... While I really want more survivors to get out of that hell, only if they're still 'human,'" I hope there will be."

….

"You mean, the kind of monster that the Commission mentions can disguise itself as a human?"

"I can speak, I can think, but I'm not sure if I can replace a real person."

After listening to Xiuge's words, Alfred nodded.

Soon, Clutes and Verin, who got the news, arrived one after another.

Mage Krautz always kept the highest level of rationality when confronted with these problems: "If it's the worst-case scenario, it's because all the soldiers we've sent have already been affected...... That's why we need to be prepared at the highest level, from the ceremonial arena, to the weapons, to the soldiers who are ready to give orders."

As someone who has seen the monsters in the underground of Salem City firsthand, Verine agrees, and she makes a more specific suggestion: "Follow the process of dealing with the 'wolf plague'

Put a buffer or allow a line? There are enough Stranglehold Silver Plates in the station that can be used directly...... In these buffer zones, we need some doctors to check the physical condition of these refugees and soldiers."

"I'm going to gather a batch of magic flamethrowers......

In this way, a large number of orders about the affairs of the night began to be conveyed to the outside world.

Both the Plateau Mage Council and the Merlin Legion have now regarded the existence of the Black Sun Society as an open secret.

Even in the current situation, cooperation between mages is no longer possible, but there is still some consensus in this regard.

That is, in the face of the Black Sun Society and the events they have created using those lost magic, they must be utmost vigilant.

There is no town that wants to be a second Seren.

No one wants to experience the lives of the inhabitants of Salem today.

In the afternoon, Theseus was looking for an opportunity to enter a dream shelter, but Theseus never showed up, and it seemed that he was not just "out of the door", but maybe even "far away".

Shuge still remembered Theseus's previous advice and advice, and he did know that "hunting" the Descendants of the Abyss could bring him a very considerable increase in strength, but this time, what he had to face was completely different from the mutilated Heirs attached to the old Schubert before.

God knows, so long after the change in Seren, whether there have been new changes in the Abyssal Descendants who remained in Seren, after all, judging from the characteristics of the Descendants of the Abyss, they already have the ability to absorb nutrients and knowledge from their prey and promote their own growth, similar to the shapeshifters.

As the sun set, Shug had already checked his condition, and Calron's Touch, as well as the Mirror Emissary and Hound from the Abyss Court, had reached their peak after a period of rest.

The sharp limbs of Calron's Touch swayed slightly, it had been a long time since they had shredded the body of their prey, and the tattoo of the wolf's tooth on the wrist of Shog's right hand was in full condition, and the hound was longing for a new hunt.

The only thing that was a little glaring was the sleeping Running Mouse, but it seemed to be on the verge of awakening now, and Shug could even see the small movements it made as a result of its dreams.

….

At this moment, Xiuge changed into a very ordinary civilian outfit - a dark trench coat, a slightly old but very clean shirt, and crisp trousers......

It's a combination he's used to use in the city of Salem.

Schug did not want to appear in front of these refugees in the image of a Walter soldier, he wanted to minimize all potential communication barriers.

The young man in the mirror seemed to be the same as before, except that thanks to the power of the "Walking Forest", his complexion was slightly healthier.

"I hope you are really just refugees who have escaped, and I hope you don't have any traces of the Descendants of the Abyss, good luck."

Shug looked directly at himself in the mirror and said softly, then hid the magic book, the silver dagger of the demon choke, and the revolver he had with him in his trench coat.

……

By the time it was dark, the group that had left Brownhill to pick up the refugees had returned, and the soldiers had arrived in large steam-carrying trucks, which were full of people.

To put it mildly, it should be full of "humanoids".

When she saw the refugees staggering out of the vehicle under the watchful eye of the soldiers, even Wei Lin, who had never had much expression, couldn't help but be a little moved, she sighed quietly, and then gestured to the apprentices in charge of the magic ritual not far away.

On the other side, Mage Klautz was still the same, with no expression on his face under the hood.

It was as if he and these miserable human forms were not the same kind of creatures at all.

The soldiers who were responsible for bringing the refugees back had already received a signal from the hunting regiment, so they complied with the rules to return to the camp

The car stopped at a distance, and a tightly wrapped mage wearing a crystalline metal mask stepped forward to inform everyone that there was a magical plague similar to the wolf plague that was currently circulating in the craggy hills and around Salem, so everyone, including the soldiers, needed to be strictly checked.

The soldiers naturally trusted their comrades and commanders 100 percent, so although they were puzzled, they still chose to cooperate at the first time.

Stripped of almost all of his clothes in the chamber made of smothering silver, and stepped into the next room, one at a time.

The soldiers took the lead in dispelling the fears of the refugees, who had little strength or courage to protest, but when they heard that they could get temporary shelter and food if they obeyed orders, they chose to obey completely.

Thus, the inspection began to be carried out in an orderly manner.

And Xiuge himself is the last checkpoint of this inspection.

Unlike the other healers and spellcasters, he didn't wear a protective metal mask, and he didn't even appear to be carrying any weapons, he sat behind a table in a tent, and all who had completed the examination had to say a few words to him behind the table to get through quickly.

The magical perception that belongs to Xiuge fills this enclosed space, and the Descendants of the Abyss may be able to hide the previous rounds of inspection through some methods, but Xiuge's body is already full of the same power as them, so once they appear, it is difficult to escape Xiuge's perception.

….

Here, Shuge felt deeply the suffering of these survivors.

After such a period of torture, even the tallest men among them were now thin, because the smell on their bodies had dissipated a lot after three rounds of cleaning by magical rituals, clear water, and alchemical incense, but the long rush and flight still left an indelible mark on their faces.

A young mother in her thirties walked in with her child, who had just finished rinsing herself and was now dressed in a single dress, and the treatment she had received in Brownhill had revived her almost erased shame, and she nodded shyly at Shugg, and took her child to sit down in her chair.

"Yikes! I know you!"

The child's memory is always excellent in some aspects, and he glared and said in surprise, "You are Mr. Writer in the old mansion! Oh my God, you're not going to be a ghost, are you?"

"yes, I'm a ghost."

Shuge smiled and squeezed his eyes at the child, "The old mansion caught fire, and I was sent here by magic, right?"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense......

The young mother hurried to stop her child's rudeness, but then she also took a serious look at Schug, and then she was surprised: "Wait, you are the writer of the old house of Ernst? I've heard of you, but you're not ......."

"It's just accidents and rumors."

Xiuge shook his head, his magic perception had confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the mother and son in front of him, so he waved his hand: "Take the child to rest first, you have no problem."

With Shoge's permission, the mother immediately happily picked up her child and fled through the exit, where the boy was still staring at Shog before leaving the tent, as if trying to verify the truth of the magical answer to the "ghost" on his face.

"Next."

With Shuge's voice, another refugee walked in.

It was a man, who looked to be in his forties, with a large skeleton, a head taller than Schug, and perhaps because of the flight, he was now very emaciated, his limbs were in a very unhealthy state of emaciation, his hair was thinning and dry, and his face was full of sorrow, but his belly was particularly striking.

He was also wearing a loose shirt that didn't fit well, but his belly was so bulging that he looked like a pregnant woman.

Shuge narrowed, but his magic sensed that everything was normal, and the man cowered like the rest of the refugees.

"Sit down, where did you live in Seren City?"

"Uh......"

The man seemed to be a little embarrassed, he touched his head, and then replied, "Ladies Street."

Xiuge's eyebrows twitched slightly, "It's not easy, sir, how much have you spent on this street in the past?"

"Many, many!"

The man replied with some smugness, "Often...... I spend a lot of money, several times a week."

Shuge nodded, so he pointed to the man's stomach, "What's wrong with the stomach?"

"I don't know, it's always flatulence. The doctors said I ate something unclean."

The man seemed to be a little puzzled by Shuge's cross-examination, his mouth twitched, and he asked, "Sir, do you think there is something wrong with me?"

"It's basically gone, but I think it's a little weird......

Hug looked up and asked, "Ladies Street never provides housing for men, are you sure your home is there?"

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