Chapter 162 The Dust Settles

The elite mercenary group, which was so powerful not long ago that it seemed invincible, was so annihilated.

And a group of heavily armed soldiers came out of the woods and began to sweep the battlefield and count the bodies.

Refugees are poor people living at the bottom of society, and at best they are just free people who are struggling to get by. These people who have no education and don’t know much can’t see the equipment of the soldiers and other nobles. What's the difference between armies - they all look the same expensive steel armor, they all have swords in their hands (though they don't use them at all), and they're equally vicious and terrifying.

The refugees who had fled to the depths of the camp due to the explosion had no way out. They were quickly found by these unidentified soldiers from stone caves and tattered tents and brought to the square where they had gathered before. The civilians used violence, but these frightened people were still trembling one by one, and they were no more at ease than when the mercenaries used swords before.

For most people in this era, robber, mercenary, and soldier are all the same, and in fact these three roles are indeed interchangeable at any time.

Qiong shrank beside the crowd, carefully reducing her sense of presence. She didn't know where these soldiers came from, but they were uniformly equipped and acted in an orderly manner. They were obviously the troops of a certain nobleman, and a nobleman Why did he suddenly come to destroy a mercenary group? This is really hard to say, but in any case, it is definitely not to rescue a group of "untouchables".

Maybe what they are going to do is the same as those mercenaries before them - catch some slaves back, although the orthodox nobles rarely do these things themselves, but for the savage and chaotic southern border, there are also deviant nobles. of.

The unusually tall man should be the leader of these people. He is in command of another knight and a girl who looks like an elf. All the soldiers around him are in awe of him. After the assignment, this tall man The man walked over here.

The refugees gathered together in fear. Many of them had scratches on their bodies after being pushed and fell. Gawain had no way to tell which of them was the "leader" of the refugee team, so he stood up. Beside the crowd, he said loudly: "I am the lord of this land, you don't have to be afraid, I am here to protect you - are you all together?! Are there any missing or injured and unable to move?"

These refugees were taken aback by Gawain's loud voice, and then taken aback by his status as a lord. As a result, their first reaction was to step back in unison, and then look at me, I looked at you, no one was there dare to speak.

Gawain frowned, and at this time, Pastor Wright had wiped off the blood on his hands from the "Silence Technique" and came to Gawain's side.

"The Holy Light is on! Look at the physical condition of these poor people!" The brawny priest exclaimed, drew a sacred symbol on his chest, and then opened his hands to recite a word, a hazy and holy radiance They appeared in the air in all directions, and as Wright recited specific sentences in the Holy Light Prayer, these shimmering lights gradually formed a magical technique that could restore energy in a large area and heal minor injuries, "May the Holy Light heal you. "

Except when they are punished, the poor people at the bottom rarely have the opportunity to get close contact with real magic or magic. A large-scale "micro-effect holy light" is only the most basic first-level magic.

But it still made these people in awe, and even slightly disturbed.

After performing this basic magic spell, Wright discovered the more seriously injured people among the refugees, and the weak magic spell had no effect on them, so he pulled these people out of the team one by one and treated them individually.

A thin black-haired girl was injured more than the others, and her injuries had been worsening for more than a day. One of her arms was torn at the shoulder by some kind of beast with fangs. Infections occurred in this harsh environment, and compared to this injury, the bloody new wound on her face was nothing to complain about.

"You're lucky," Wright used the Holy Light to cleanse the infected wound on Joan's arm, "Look, look, it's all starting to fester—you'll have a high fever in a few days, and you'll probably die by then. Can't keep it!"

Joan could feel that her injury was improving at an incredible speed, and the noble man standing beside him who claimed to be the lord had turned his attention to her, and she heard the other side say: "The injury on your arm was not caused by those mercenaries. did it?"

"...It was bitten by a beast." Jon restrained his nervousness and replied fearfully.

"What about the face?"

"They were whipped by them."

"...Don't be afraid, these mercenaries can't hurt you anymore," Gawain comforted the scarred girl, "How many of you are there? Are they all here?"

The figure of Tom flashed in Joan's mind for a moment, and she bit her lip, wondering if she should speak.

"You don't have to worry, I have already said that, I am the lord here - this land belongs to the Cecil family, and you have already placed them under the protection of my army," Gawain smiled, "The Cecil family Committed to restoring order to this land, we are seeking and rehabilitating the homeless scattered throughout the area."

Speaking of this, he raised his head and raised his voice: "It's not just you - if you know other refugee settlements, you can also tell me that as long as the laws made by Cecil are followed, I will allow everyone to be homeless. Those who provide refugee information can get extra rewards!”

The crowd was slightly disturbed. This kind of "nobles opening their doors and accepting homeless people to live in their territories" was something they had never heard of. Most people's first reaction was surprise and disbelief, and some people doubted this. Was it some kind of trap, but the "extra reward" caught their attention, Joan could feel the crowd shaking behind her, these precarious "companions" who were starving to this day didn't have much willpower, she I heard someone speak...

"My lord, my lord, most of us escaped from the vultures," said a tanned, thin and thin man boldly, "there was a flood, the land and houses were destroyed, and the food was destroyed. The lord closed the gate of the castle and let us wait outside to die, and some of us escaped... Do you really let us fleeing people live on your land?"

"As long as you abide by the laws of this land and act according to my rules," Gawain said affirmatively, "and you can rest assured that Cecil's laws are definitely more merciful than those you were supposed to abide by."

"That……"

The shriveled and thin man just opened his mouth to say something else, but suddenly there was a sound in the woods. Knight Philip returned from patrolling the woods with a dozen soldiers, and two soldiers were still escorting a limping, A guy with a red nose.

"My lord!" Knight Philip reported loudly. "We found a man in the woods—probably a refugee who ran out. He attacked us with a bow and arrow, but he didn't hurt anyone, and he was caught by us."

Joan's heart tightened, and she looked up in horror. Sure enough, she saw that Tom was being held by two soldiers on the edge of the woods.

One of the soldiers still had the familiar hunting bow handed down from his father on the buckle on his waist.

In an instant she understood what was going on: Tom said he was looking for mushrooms, but he still snatched the bow and arrow, probably because he was about to venture deep into the woods to hunt, and he neither caught the prey, nor was he starved in the woods. The beast ate it, but fell into an even worse situation: this reckless fool, who attacked the lord's knights and soldiers with a bow and arrow!

Joan felt like the world was spinning, and she was about to fall down as soon as her body softened. This shocked Wright, who had just finished her treatment: "Holy Light! Is there something wrong with my treatment?!"

And the young man on the edge of the woods also saw his sister and the situation inside and outside the camp - he didn't know what happened here, so he exclaimed: "Sister?! What's going on here?!"

"You know each other?" Gawain waved his hand, motioning for Knight Philip to let the thin young man come over, "Why did he attack my people?"

"Tom! You've been in trouble!" Joan grabbed Tom's arm, almost pinching his flesh off. "You attacked the lord's soldiers!"

"I...I thought they were robbers..." Tom looked horrified. "I heard them talking about what to do with the dead body..."

Gawain's mouth twitched, and he understood the situation.

"That seems to be a misunderstanding," he looked at the confiscated hunting bows, which could only be used against wild beasts in the woods, and against knights like Cecil combat soldiers or Philip with enchanted armor. Yan didn't even count as a toy, "Philip, who was attacked?"

A magical infantryman stood up: "Report, it's me, but I'm fine!"

"My lord, this does seem to be a misunderstanding," Philip said proactively. "The knight should be tolerant. I don't think there is any need to hold this young man to account too much - as long as he can remember the lesson and stop being so impulsive in the future."

Gawain is becoming more and more fond of Philip's character who is constantly holding on to the steps without knowing it...

"Since it's a misunderstanding, then I won't blame you, but after all, you took the initiative to attack people, so there must be a moderate punishment," Gawain looked at the young man with a red nose, he noticed that after he finished saying this Halfway through the sentence, the young man and her sister trembled at the same time, with expressions of nervousness and fear on their faces. It seemed that they were familiar with what the nobles meant by "moderate punishment" - but in Gawain's case. On the other hand, the so-called moderate punishment is really just a moderate punishment. "You just do things to make up for your mistakes... By the way, can you and your sister find other refugee settlements?"

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