Blood Princess and the Knight

"From here, we can't use our original identities. Let's dress up and enter the city."

"His Royal Highness, why don't you fly to the imperial city? If the situation is so urgent, it's okay for us to wait for you here, right." Di Ling doubted.

"If it's that easy." Kalanti sighed. "The Scarlet Empire is equipped with a'No Flying' curse on all sides, and the enchantment switch is held in the hands of each city lord, and even if it can fly through...you can think of a method, don't others think of preventive measures?"

"Hey, what do you mean by this woman? What is the method I can think of? Good fellow, do you want to fight again?" Di Ling grinned unconvinced.

"Don't make a noise, in short, let's dress up in disguise first." Then, with a good distance vision, Bai Ji could see that the gate in the distance was still open, and some refugees in ragged buildings entered it. Look like.

Bai Ji rolled her eyes and thought of an idea. She jumped into the grass beside her, changed her dress and put on a tattered robe, and then she rolled on the ground and played in the mud. Dirty his face and clothes.

"His Royal Highness, you...

"Don't froze, let's mess up your clothes, then smear your face with mud, quickly, dress yourself up as a refugee.

...Karanti hesitated for a moment, looking at the Jedo, who had changed his armor and was learning how to roll on the ground, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and scratched his eyes on the ground with a few hands of mud. Apply it to your face.

This is undoubtedly an out-and-out torture for Kalanti, who has a certain mental cleanliness.

"No, Karanti, um, you are far from meeting the requirements like this." Bai Ji asked Karanti to squat down, pinched Karanti’s face and looked at it carefully, frowned and shook her head. .

"It’s hard to get through it like this. Come on, let’s help you~ Hmm, the clothes are not up to standard. They seem to be deliberately soiled. It’s too easy to see. All of these must be improved in detail. It.

... Your Highness! You, what are you doing? ? "Looking at Bai Ji, who was walking towards her with a big pair of scissors, with a smile on her face, Karanti blushed and subconsciously covered her clothes.

Oh, I see, you are shy and afraid that others will see it, are you? Come on, let’s go to the bushes and take your time~~" Bai Ji is like a kid who jumps happily, pulling Karan Di's hand dragged into the grass regardless of the opponent's struggle.

"Uh, eh? Your lord, please! Don't, don't..., then you can't! No, you can't cut it anymore...It's completely gone!

"Well... your head, the upper horns and the shoulder bones are so conspicuous, can't you retract it?" After processing Kalanti, looking at the extremely protruding physiological characteristics of Jeduo, Bai Ji had a headache. Rubbed his head.

"Do you mean this? You can actually retract it, but it's just a little uncomfortable.

"Say it earlier, um... Sure enough, there are more blood races now. As long as you don't open your mouth, you can't basically recognize that you are not blood races. Come on, mess up your clothes a little bit, and we mixed in with a disguised family.

In the middle of the night, a group of beggars with different dresses and disheveled hair entered the southern countries. The guards guarding the city were extremely lax. They seemed to be used to these refugees. They were too lazy to even take a look. They yawned and became dizzy. sleep.

The southern countries are not a country, but a merged alliance formed by the southern aristocratic lords. Due to the scarlet empire in the south, the land is barren and the resources are scarce, and there is little land to grow blood food, resulting in the economic level of the southern countries ranking the scarlet empire The bottom of the list.

Poor mountains and bad waters, a place where even birds do not shit.

In fact, Bai Ji's impression of the southern countries only remains in the text description, and what she sees with her own eyes is far more shocking than the text description.

It is not so much a country of nobility enfeoffment, but rather a huge refugee camp.

Chapter 30 ~ Sleeping on the Street

If the lord of the imperial city inhabits nearly one-fifth of the upper class of the Scarlet Empire, then the southern countries are undoubtedly huddled with at least half of the bottom class of the Scarlet Empire, and only here can you see the dry attitudes of the lowest-level refugees.

After eating and worrying about the next meal, there is no guarantee of food, clothing, shelter, or even my own life. The cold wind hunts and hunts into the dilapidated tent, without clothing, no food, no bit of cold. To keep warm with straw, you can only curl up your body as much as possible.

The world is cruel and cold to them, and to them, the world is gray without color, even the warm sunrise full of sunset is just a short-lived beauty for them.

The numbness revealed in their eyes is the exhaustion and boredom of the world, and the indifference to life. They have long been accustomed to lingering and panting when they are alive. Maybe they will die on the frosty streets on the first day, entering reincarnation in long sleep and prayer.

There are no decent houses in the southern countries. The broken wooden signs on the streets can no longer distinguish the words above. The few remaining wooden buildings are in disrepair for a long time, and most of them are unoccupied. It was the fence, and there were a few patched pieces of broken clothing hanging on the tattered brick wall.

Most of the refugees live in their own tents. There is no concept of streets in this city. They set up tents at the center of the road and on both sides of the aisles. They don’t care about the road being occupied. The law enforcement guards are negligent. Irregularities do not form a radius, i may also be one of the reasons why it has become a refugee camp.

Refugees with rags and haggard faces lie everywhere in the middle of the street. Before the tents they set up, they either slept or ate the few food in their bags. Their eyes were lost, and they seemed to have been forced to survive by the turbulent and displaced life. Survival instinctively, looking at their backs with resentful eyes, daring not to speak, because they understand that the guards are not the existence that can provoke, at least not the existence that they can provoke.

The backers of the guards are the powerful city owners, who provoke them not only to be driven out of the city, but also to risk losing their lives.

For refugees, they have nothing to lose except their lives. They dare not provoke a powerful existence. It is probably the instinct of every creature to seek advantages and avoid harm.

At least at this point, there is no difference between humans and blood.

The short figure in the shabby black robe entered the city quietly and wandered alone in this noisy and noisy refugee city.

Passing over a tent that looked like a ‘small grave bag’ everywhere, it was like a winding maze, and the smell of excrement floating in the depths of the alley was disgusting, just like a large pig farm.

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The girl was not alone when she came in, but after passing a small alley, she was alone when she came out of it.

"Ah, life is so hard and hard. There are eighty-year-old mothers and three-year-old children. I can't even drink black tea for these two days. The quality of life has plummeted. It's really getting more and more...

"Stop, let's make you smile, is that kind of helpless feeling like you can't cry anymore?? What's the matter with your intoxicated appearance that seems to be performing a recitation? Also black tea, which refugee would be like you Talking like this? The acting is too bad, unqualified...

"Forget it, don't act, we might not be able to eat dinner anymore... We will all go to the bowl for a while, we don't need you to come out anymore, we will lose our life when we see you acting.

In this way, because the acting skills of the teammates are really unbelievable, Bai Ji has no alternative but to seal them into the world of necromancers.

There is no guarantee that living people will be affected by entering the world of the dead, but there should be no problems if they enter the world for less than two or three days.

As a member of the Rasambo clan, Bai Ji’s acting skills are not too bad. She is in a tattered black robe covered with patches, covering her conspicuous silver hair, her two small feet are pulling big rag shoes, and she is wide and shabby. The trousers and long clothes are to prevent some people from being upset and ill-intentioned.

The dressing is in complete harmony with the painting style here. At first glance, he is a member of the refugee camp. From the appearance, there is no sense of disobedience at all. This is the self-cultivation of an actor.

The management of the whole city is very lax. As long as the identity is not revealed, it should be easy to pass through. Don't mess with unnecessary troubles.

"Guru... just as she was about to take advantage of the darkness to cross the southern countries in a rush, the hungry" lower abdomen protested to her, and she has not eaten today, although it does not affect her activity ability and curse ability for the higher blood race. Reserve, but it's a little uncomfortable to be hungry after all. No one likes this feeling, even Bai Ji who eats only 70% full.

Some are hungry, my abdomen is suddenly empty, I want to be filled with something~~

"You little cloth spots can't grow taller no matter how much you eat, just give it to me!" The rampant scene did not happen in a shady alley. Everyone saw it and witnessed the tall boy reigning. Her strong body bullied the skinny and malnourished little girl.

In this world, there are fights at all times, and some fights are fought. Although they are of different scales, they are of the same nature. It is nothing more than using guns to bully the weak and bullying others.

Under the numb everyone's eyelids, a commonplace scene for everyone happened again. This kind of painless farce did not arouse the numb humanity. After a long period of polishing, the vivid hearts were completely cold.

The strong will die, the weak will starve to death, and the strong will not be wrong. The weak is the original sin, but different environments present the same degree of survival of the fittest. This is reality. Or check small l'C people will always impose their own misfortune on others, and will impose resentment towards the strong on the weak. This is probably the incomparably attractive piece of blood taken by the fat man of intelligent creatures from the girl’s hands. Kui, the merciless swearing, kicked the girl and beat the loser. When he was about to enjoy his hard-earned victory, a small hand grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Who? The thing that doesn't know what's good or bad?" The fat man turned around and looked at the black-robed girl who was short behind him contemptuously. "What are you doing short winter melon? Don't be okay, or I don't mind leaving you too. Beat down.

... Bai Ji raised her gaze, and her scarlet pupils were deeply imprinted in the fat man's eyes like a bright red curse.

"Hey, big brother, can you give us the blood fat in your hand?~~

"Okay,... the fat man's eyes were dull and dull, and he obediently handed the blood cake held tightly in his hand to Bai Ji.

"Thank you~~ Seeing your fat is so thick, we thought you should have no demand for this thing." Bai Ji smiled and took the blood cake, sniffed the taste. It is made of livestock blood, and the quality is still very good. The crude one, but it's better than nothing.

When she put it to her lips, Bai Ji frowned.

The dirty appearance of this blood cake made it difficult for her to eat it. I don’t know where it came from, and it was held by sweat-stained hands...

Bai Ji's only appetite was gone, and she threw away the blood cake.