our family is gone

The appearance of the convoy undoubtedly injected new vitality into Hamlet, and the handover work of those moving and counting immediately made the town lively.

More than 100 of them came in with the convoy. Some of these people are talents, and some are family members.

These people have been given priority, and they are also going through another channel.

A large pot of gruel was boiled in the camp every day, but those refugees either died or were taken to the development zone. They couldn't enjoy it anymore, and it happened to be used to entertain these people.

Although the team is not short of food, they usually don’t spend time cooking for the journey. All they can eat is dry and hard black bread. It’s a pleasure for them to have a bowl of porridge when the heat is unbearable. .

But those refugees who were hanging behind the convoy and followed up did not have this treatment, and were directly stopped in the open space outside the town.

These refugees watched the people who followed the convoy eat, but when they were stopped, they immediately showed ferocious eyes like beasts.

"Why don't you let us in!"

"Didn't you say that there is food and drink?"

"I want to eat too!"

These guys may not know what Hamlet went through this morning, and there were signs of disturbance here that immediately caught the attention of the managers.

"Why are you arguing! Anyone who understands technology can stand up now, and you can go to drink porridge right away. If you don't, just wait for me honestly. When it's your turn, it will be yours. We don't have many people in Hamley. , the food is enough, but if there is trouble again, get out of here immediately, and still want to eat porridge? Give me a stick first."

At this time, a few people came up with short sticks in one hand. Their faces were fierce and their voices were tough. Their eyes glanced at the refugees while the short sticks in their hands kept moving, as if they were about to swing them out at any time.

A few people controlled the refugees with a few short sticks and vulgar words, because they were once refugees themselves, and they have been dealing with refugees these days, and they know how to communicate with these "hungry wolves".

You must be tougher than them, otherwise you will face the aggressive attacks of these hungry wolves once you are weak.

It is this way that temporarily restores the refugee's "honest and innocent" appearance.

"My lord, when will it be our turn?"

"My lord, we've all been hungry for days."

"All right, my lord, the Holy Light will bless you."

"Fuck you! Holy light is useful and you still use it here?" Those administrators didn't use it at all when they heard this, but waved their short sticks even more fiercely. Listen to me."

At this time, these people also uttered Hamlet's request by shouting with their voices.

It's very simple, recruiting laborers, if you are willing to work, you will be provided with food and housing, and if you perform well, you can join Hamlet.

At first, these refugees didn't feel anything, but they became excited when they knew the various benefits of being Hamlet.

It can be said that most of these people, except for some technical talents, can only devote themselves to the development of the wilderness, and Hamlet does not support idlers.

Everyone is the same, if you want to be a real Hamlet, you must work long enough, accumulate enough credit, and of course you must not commit crimes.

It doesn't matter where Hamlet's treatment is. These requirements are not unacceptable conditions for refugees who don't even have food. Even if it's just a bite of bread in this troubled world, they will choose Stayed in Hamlet.

At this time, those who were behind the main force slowly came up under the leadership of the figure pulling the cart.

"How did they follow?"

"Why don't you die!"

"It must be God's punishment brought on by these guys, Holy Light bless..."

These refugees don't remember at all that it was the person who raised the broken blade to save them from the cultists not long ago, otherwise few of the 300 or [-] people here would have survived.

It would be understandable if they were only afraid of infectious diseases, but the disgust and disgust on the faces of these people was hard to hide.

They even blamed these people for their previous encounters with cultists, and the reason was naturally the divine punishment they spoke of.

"What's the noise!" The administrator immediately wanted to suppress it.

And those refugees immediately pointed out the team that fell behind and looked out of place.

"My lord, those guys seem to have been punished by God, and they will be contagious."

"That's right, I provoked some lunatics to attack us before, but thanks to the blessing of the Holy Light, we were fine."

The few administrators were busy shouting in front and didn't notice the situation behind, but since they knew it, they immediately took action. After all, it would be very dangerous if it was really contagious.

Just a little closer to a few administrators realized the seriousness of the problem. The church controlled the grassroots of the empire. This kind of disease has been described. There is no doubt that this is the guy who was cursed by God.

What's more frightening is that these divine punishments will infect those who try to contact them, which adds a layer of horror to this statement.

"You guys stop!"

"Oh~ damn it! Get out of here quickly!"

"Walk around..."

These managers were also a little flustered for a while. They knew how to deal with those refugees, but they had no experience in dealing with this situation, and they didn't even dare to approach them. They could only issue warnings from a distance to drive away these gods. Punisher.

Those people were silent, only the figure pulling the cart couldn't help but stopped, and made a hoarse voice towards the manager.

"We are just passing by and won't stay too long. We just hope to take a break for a while in exchange for some salt and food." The masked man took out a bag and poured out a few copper coins from it.

If they encounter corpses along the way, they will try their best to help restrain them. Most of the corpses have been searched, but no one dares to touch some of the sudden deaths, so it is possible to get some bits and pieces from the corpses.

In fact, there is no need to drive them away, they have always kept a certain distance from ordinary people, but if they want to survive, they must need food and water, and they also need to exchange for some living materials.

"No, no! Leave quickly."

The administrator raised his hand as a sign of expulsion. A few copper coins may be worth the risk in the eyes of others, but it is not important to the people of Hamlet, and no one wants to trade with them.

"Go away, devil!"

"It's all your fault for attracting monsters!"

"You blasphemers, the Holy Light will not forgive you!"

Some of the refugees already wanted to show their favor to the administrators, but their behavior was to insult and force the patients, wanting to express themselves.

Among them, the one who yelled the loudest was the one who threw stones before, and was chased to death by the cultists later. If he hadn't been rescued by the masked man, he would have died in the hands of the cultists.

But he didn't feel any gratitude to that person, nor did he feel any guilt for his actions. On the contrary, he believed that those people attracted monsters to embarrass himself.

Blame them all!
The point is that there are a lot of people who feel ashamed of their own incompetence and weakness, but blame all their problems on others.

Those who didn't dare to do anything before were deterred by the power of the masked man, but now there are people resisting in the front, and they pour out their dissatisfaction unabashedly, and their emotions have turned into hatred.

Fortunately, most of them are normal people. They are silent, but only silent...

But for the attitude of these guys, those bandaged people didn't have much reaction. It seemed that they were not surprised by this scene. The masked man didn't speak, but slowly retracted his outstretched hand, and carefully put the few copper coins in the slightly trembling hand. Go back inside the bag.

He turned around but didn't take out his broken sword to kill these ungrateful guys, but just pulled the cart to turn around and left in the direction of the old road silently.

The bandage men who followed him didn't say much, they just staggered to keep up.

Several managers breathed a sigh of relief, but the refugees were even more excited than them, with proud faces like a victorious general.

"The damned blasphemer is gone at last."

"It's time to go!"

"..."

"what's going on?"

A question suddenly broke their "victory" atmosphere. Several administrators looked back and saw the lord walking towards them.

Lance realized something was wrong when he heard Vic's words. What he was most afraid of was that ordinary people who didn't know how to respect the strong would be killed if they provoked them.

It's just that when he came to the scene, although there was a little commotion, there was no blood.

Lance's pace was fast, and he crossed the distance in just three or two steps. His eyes swept over the refugees, and it was difficult for them to bear the gaze from the superior in an instant, and they all lowered their heads and looked timid.

Extending his eyes again, it was obvious to see those staggering monsters.

If it was a group of ordinary people who were infected with the disease, Lance might just pretend he didn't see it, and it would be better if he had nothing to do to provoke them. It would be better if he left.

But the problem was that when his eyes fell on the man pulling the cart, Lance couldn't help but look a little dignified.

The aura that emerged from his body was definitely a powerful transcendent, and the equipment on his body was not ordinary.

At this time, Vic also followed up, whispering a reminder to Lance.

"That's the man who killed at least a dozen cultists alone."

Hearing this, Lance no longer hesitated, and walked directly towards those people.

It's just that his action made the administrators startled, and they hurried forward to stop Lance, blocking between him and the patients.

"My lord, don't get close to them, you will be punished by God."

"Sickness is sickness! How can there be any divine punishment? It's just a myth that the church's magic can't cure."

Lance snapped, what he hated most was the teaching of the church.

There are too many strange and weird diseases in this world. The magic of the church is effective for some, and there are also cases where it is ineffective.

If it is not contagious, it is said to be God’s test. If you donate money and go home to survive it, you have passed the test. If you can’t survive it, it is your own problem.

In the face of contagious patients, it is said that the patient has suffered a curse from God, or that he is possessed by a demon.

Take your property directly, and then throw it to a specific place to isolate people, saying it is a devout prayer, and in the end people don't know where the prayer went.

Anyway, it is that set of rhetoric that pushes all problems to patients, and if the church can't cure it, it must be your problem.

Lance had studied this in order to reform medical care, so he was disgusted by what these people said.

But he also knew that these subordinates stopped him because he was worried that he would be infected, so his tone softened to comfort him.

"You have enough sensitivity to infectious diseases. You have done a good job, but you still need to pay attention to the method in the future, and leave it to me."

The change of thinking does not happen overnight, and Lance knows that they should not be too harsh on them.

But fortunately, what they met today was a good man who could be pointed at with a gun, but they would die by the sword when they encountered anyone with a bad temper.

Powerful people don't mean that they have bad tempers, but that they have a kind of arrogance. If you ordinary people dare to treat others like this, you are looking for death.

"Forget it, my lord, they're all gone anyway." Vic couldn't help persuading him.

If Vic might have believed in such divine punishments and curses before, he now scoffed at such notions.

It's just that he is also worried about what's wrong with the lord, so let's forget it now.

"Find out the situation here for me. What happened just now? I'll go up with the doctor." Lance put his hand on Vic's shoulder and pushed him back slightly, and stepped forward without waiting for him to question. went up.

His trait [Natural Purification] is immune to disease and poisoning, and Grindale is not afraid of these with special physique, but Vic is still an ordinary person.

Greendale seemed to have sensed Lance's plan, and followed without stopping.

"Wait a moment!"

Lance called out to stop those people, the masked man stopped in his footsteps, and couldn't help but look back.

The two looked at each other, and Lance felt that his eyes were not very good. The eyes under the mask were a little cloudy, and his body movements were a little uncoordinated. It was hard to believe that this body could kill more than a dozen cultists alone. .

Lance was also quite curious that an extraordinary strong man suffered from illness and fell into such a situation.

"Hi, I'm the lord here, and I'm sorry for their attitude to you just now."

Lance approached but didn't know why it alarmed him.

"Don't come here, the curse will infect you."

Having suffered that kind of treatment just now, but now he is still thinking about others, this kind of person really makes Lance feel admirable.

They bear such a burden with grace and humility that even the able-bodied would marvel at.

"I know it is contagious, but sickness is sickness. There has never been any divine punishment or curse. It is just a contagious disease."

Lance didn't intend to stop at all, and approached the past with solid steps.

Of course, the stiff reaction of the masked man couldn't keep up with Lance, and when he came to his senses, he saw the man standing in front of him.

Ordinary people avoid people like them for fear of being cursed. He never thought that he would actually dare to approach them.

But what shocked him even more was what the man said next.

"I am Lance, Lord of Hamlet, and you will get help in Hamlet!"

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