our family is gone

Soon it calmed down, and a dozen people were pulled out from inside. Seeing that their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, they had been beaten a lot.

"Take your things and get out." Lance glanced at those guys and said lightly.

What else could they do?They could only leave here disheartened, but the hatred hidden in their eyes seemed so ridiculous that it was difficult for Lance to even arouse his interest.

"Hamlet does not welcome those who have lost their humanity and cannot be called human beings, but ordinary people can get food and money here with hardworking hands, and our army will also protect your safety, and you will no longer need to worry about robbers and bandits... "

Lance began to speak impromptu in front of the refugees, apparently not spreading the scope of this "trial", because his goal had already been achieved.

Suppression divided these guys, established dignity, diverted conflicts, and gave them a vivid educational lesson.

"Okay, first share the porridge for everyone, and then register after eating."

Lance ended his brief shouting, and the last sentence brought the atmosphere to its peak.

What are they refugees for?
Isn't it for stuttering, isn't it for safety?

"Thank you Lord Lord!"

One person spoke, and soon there were scattered similar words, but Lance just waved his hand to signal the porridge.

Baldwin is a good person, but the patients around him may not be. They are tortured by illness, but they also suffer discrimination and insults from others. Although they have long been numb, today's scene gave them strong enough stimulation.

It has to be said that Lance's move made them feel good because of the long-lost respect they felt.

Baldwin didn't say anything about it, but there was also a wave in his numb heart.

After dealing with these refugees, Lance briefly communicated with Baldwin about their resettlement.

After all, leprosy is still an infectious disease, and the placement is also particular. Lance can't be really stupid enough to let them wander around in Hamlet. This is irresponsible to other people.

He was not a doctor either, he only remembered playing a certain virus game, and probably remembered that leprosy seemed to be spread through droplets from the mouth and nose, and there was long-term intensive close contact.

So the key is to isolate them from the gathering place, so Lance plans to set up an isolation camp in an open space in the suburbs, and only two or three tents can accommodate more than a dozen people.

Then he explained Hamlet's research on the plague to Baldwin, and promoted those cleaning and preventive measures to them.

For example, the changed clothes and things need to be sterilized in boiling water and exposed to the hot sun.

Pay attention to hygiene, water needs to be boiled to drink, excrement needs to be disposed of...

On the old road hobbled a group of refugees, the same people who had just been driven out of Hamlet.

In front of Lance and those vicious managers, they didn't even dare to resist, but at this moment, they made no effort to hide their ferocious faces and vicious thoughts.

"They will be cursed! Then they will be dead."

"That is, for those cursed divine punishments, the gods will definitely fall on the evil nobles."

"Those damned people will be killed by the plague, and we escaped."

Amongst a lot of vicious curses, mixed with some self-deceiving words, a sentence suddenly appeared.

"Do you have anything to eat? I'm about to lose it."

In an instant, the team of more than ten people fell into silence. They hadn't eaten for several days, and the food just in front of them had nothing to do with them.

"Damn it, follow me up the mountain to be a bandit, and then eat his mother!"

A guy took out the iron-like knife from his waist and said viciously, but just after he finished speaking, he screamed without warning.

"what!"

He was screaming and struggling wildly, as if he was fighting something, but in the eyes of others, he was just going crazy by himself.

But within a few seconds, he straightened his neck and fell to the ground, and where ordinary people could not see, a ghost wolf was biting the man's broken soul, and then devouring it.

Such a strange scene made others not know what to do for a while, because the man died suddenly but could not see any wounds on his body.

It is difficult for ordinary people in this era to understand this scene. It was not until this situation began to spread, and one by one fell to their deaths without warning, that others reacted.

"Ah! the devil!"

"God, have you abandoned me?"

"Amount of holy light!"

Those guys fled in all directions, but how could they escape the Void Hunter's claws...

On the other side, Lance has already arranged to set up the camp. In fact, he nailed a few stakes to the ground and pulled up tents with fabric.

They left enough supplies for them to temporarily isolate and place Baldwin and the others in an open space in the outskirts, and at the same time ordered others not to approach.

After completing these, Lance suddenly seemed to have a feeling and turned his eyes to his side.

"God's punishment?" Lance raised his hand to caress the air and whispered to himself, "This is called God's punishment..."

He won't have an overnight feud, because generally he doesn't keep an enemy overnight.

Either don't do it, do it if you want to do it, if you say kill your whole family, you must kill your whole family, this is his creed.

It's just that in front of so many people, some things can't be done too absolutely.

In the past, the wolf spirit could not leave him too far, but Wangcai did not have this restriction.

And how do you feel that the emotions conveyed by Wangcai feel full? Could it be possible that it can swallow the spiritual growth in the void without blessing?
Lance feels that there are still many secrets in Wangcai that need to be studied.

"Let's go, let's talk when we go back." Lance stepped back to the town.

Greendale seemed to feel something, but she didn't mean to speak, but silently supported everything about him, and chose to follow his figure quickly.

…………

At night, Master Lan finally had time to reward himself after a busy day.

Lying halfway in the bathtub made of stacked white jade stones, the warm hot water reaches the neck, soaking the body in it.

He hasn't come to experience the bathing place yet, but now he finally has time to relax.

This is a part of the bathing place, but it is built separately and has no connection with the place of business. It is neither a men's bath nor a women's bath, but it is dedicated to him.

Lance has a bit of a modern obsession with cleanliness, and he doesn't have the habit of sharing this kind of private space with others.

So it had been planned at the beginning of the design of the bathing place, and even the water source and pipes used were independent. This redundant design definitely led to waste problems, but it was very reasonable under Lance's will.

What are privileges?This is privilege.

Power is always accompanied by privileges, a law that cannot be escaped no matter what era.

But Lance doesn't care, after fighting for so many years, can't he enjoy it?

A moment of tranquility, complete relaxation, and finally no need to think about those messy things.

It was just that there were soft footsteps in the suddenly quiet environment, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Grindale, who was just wrapped in a towel, walking in, holding a bottle in her hand.

Usually she wears a wide skirt, which is hard to see. In fact, she has a plump and bumpy figure, but she can also be 1.8 meters tall, as can be seen from her long legs that can't be wrapped in towels.

Therefore, the whole person does not appear obese, but has a perfect ratio of more fat and less skinny.

"Try this, it can relieve fatigue." Grindel said, raising her hand and dumping the potion bottle in her hand into the bath, spreading it at a speed visible to the naked eye, dyeing the water emerald green.

"Just leave this kind of thing to the people below and send it over. You've been tired all day, so there's no need to make a special trip."

"I'm really tired~"

Greendale didn't feel any discomfort when she looked at Lance, but took off the towel naturally.

…………

"Hmm~"

With a cry, Greendale gradually regained consciousness, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the familiar environment.

Isn't this your own room?But it shouldn't be... How did I come back?
My thoughts were a little confused last night, like a big dream last night.

But slowly her brain came to her senses, and she vaguely remembered being carried back.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but turned slightly to look at the man next to the pillow in a daze, and couldn't help but raise her hand to caress that handsome face.

This is not a dream...

And Na Lance was also awakened by this action, and opened his misty eyes.

"Morning~"

"Did it wake you up?" Grindel reached out and hugged Lance close to his chest, her soft voice came into her ears, "Sleep again."

Lance hugged Grindale, who was weak and boneless, and felt a little distressed, whether he was too cruel.

"You have a good rest today, I'll take care of other things, don't worry."

Lance raised his hand to brush away the long hair that was slightly damp from the sweat on his face, and kissed her forehead lightly.

It can only be said that her physique is very special, and even her sweat has a peculiar floral fragrance.

But just when Lance let go of her and wanted to get up, her trembling eyelids opened suddenly, revealing watery eyes, and she wrapped her hands around them and pulled Lance back to the bed, saying softly.

"Don't go... stay with me for a while."

"Okay, okay." Lance didn't refuse, but lay down, like coaxing a child, "Sleep, I won't go."

It's just that Greendale didn't intend to fall asleep, instead she stretched out her right hand, and the vine-woven bracelet on her wrist changed under her control, revealing a... seed wrapped in it.

"this is for you."

Grindel pulled out Lance's hand and put the seed in his palm.

"What is this?"

"Hidden inside is the secret of our tribe's treasury. Even without me, I can use this to open the treasury."

"No, you take it yourself." Lance simply refused, and returned the strange seed directly.

"Why?" Grindel looked at the seeds that had fallen into her hands again and didn't react.

"Because it is enough for me to have you, no treasure house is as important as you."

Hearing this, you said that Grindale is not happy, that is a lie, your whole heart will melt, but it is still difficult to hide the sadness between the brows.

She used to be burdened with the shackles of hatred, she would never face death casually, but now that the war wolf is dead, most of the pressure in her heart has been relieved.

But this time facing the wolf warrior told her that there are some things that she cannot decide by herself, no one knows who will come first, the accident or tomorrow.

"This is just insurance, even if something happens to me, these things..."

"So you think I can't protect you?" Lance interrupted Grindel roughly, she didn't realize her importance at all.

"I'm afraid..." Grindale didn't have the steady aura of the past at all, she slid into Lance's arms like a frightened little rabbit, "I'm afraid I'll never see you again."

It seems that the fear of facing death has not been completely eliminated.

Lance held her tightly in his arms and didn't mention these things. Instead, he softly comforted her, "I know you are tired, but don't be afraid, I will always be by your side."

"Hmm~"

Tired after all, Lance fell asleep after coaxing her, and he carefully put her down.

…………

"Boss! What did you do last night?" Boudica appeared out of nowhere as soon as Lance stepped into the house.

As he spoke, he moved closer to Lance, "It's the taste of my hometown, boss, have you gone to her place?"

"Well, I discussed some urgent issues with Dai'er last night."

"Boss, you have worked so hard. The elders of the tribe are not as busy as you." Boudica said carelessly, "Unfortunately, I know how to fight, so I can't help the boss."

"It's not hard~" Lance smiled a little awkwardly, "It's all about serving the people."

It's just that Boudica didn't mean to leave, but just followed Lance like this, which made him feel a little strange.

Looking back at her, she looked like a child who got a good grade in an exam, with pride on his face, waiting to be praised.

Lance finally knew why she squatted herself. She was so tired yesterday that she patronized dealing with several other people, but ignored the people who were also fighting for Hamlet.

"I heard that none of those cultists were your opponents, and you killed them all in twos and twos." Lance's words of praise came as soon as he opened his mouth, and the expression on his face was full of emotion, and he raised his hand and patted the cloth Dika's shoulder, "You did a great job! You protected everyone and Hamlet. I'm proud of you."

"Hee hee~" Boudica smirked. He couldn't tell such an innocent look after reading the book. He was holding an ax and gun in one hand, while scratching the wine-red hair with the other hand. It seemed that Lance's admiration was very rewarding. .

Fighting bloody battles with the cultists, she was satisfied with just a few fluffy words, and sometimes what they needed was very simple.

Lance also smiled at her silly look, but this time there was no affectation.

"It's almost time to calculate. In a few days, you will be banned from alcohol for a month. At that time, I will watch you and drink as much as you want, until you don't want to drink."

Lance may make a promise that Boudica has no hobbies, and this drink will satisfy her.

"Good! Boss, you are so kind to me!" Boudica was so happy that he was about to jump up.

"OK OK……"

Lance calmed the excited Boudica, and then began to wander around the town to deal with affairs.

Thank you [Nan Qiao does not eat children] for the 500 reward.