Chen Chen did not return to the base immediately. According to his habit, he would always turn around nearby to understand the surrounding situation.

The closer you get to the castle, the more refined and gorgeous the houses are. The nobles are like the Scourge Legion who have never been there; they can also get the opportunity to approach the monarch and interact with the "big figures". The banquets are endless and the wines are mixed, and they easily talk about the anxious wars on the front line.

Outside the so-called "noble" area, the "dog-legged" who control the city, holding the remaining spare weapons of the legion, control the intersection; only a few NPCs who look like butlers set up a small platform at the intersection to distribute some "food" to passing "refugees".

Just as Chen Chen passed by such a food stall, he immediately heard a quarrel between a ragged refugee and a well-dressed servant.

"Didn't the notice board in the north agree that as long as the refugees who have just escaped from the undead area, they can receive one week's food from you!"

"Oh? Are you?" The servant squinted and glanced at the refugee.

"Why am I not? Look, this is the city entry permit I just received!" the refugee shouted with his thick neck.

The servant smiled contemptuously and waved his hand, "I have seen you for so many times. I throw away my original ID certificate, then run out of the city, go around, pretend to be a new refugee, get the sympathy of Pastor Noel, and then I can sleep in the tent for several days without any effort!"

As he said that, he pretended to be spitting, spitted a handful of wheat, and said disdainfully: "Look clearly, this is Lord Edwelling, sympathize with the food given by those real refugees, the high-quality wheat from the Elvin Forest!"

The refugee's face was flushed, and he defended: "How is that possible! Look, these wounds and traces, these are all proof that I finally came out of the dead!"

"This is nothing." The servant ignored it and smiled: "I will turn right when I go out and look for a wandering skeleton on the road not far from Nanhai Town, and can also forge the same wound!"

Then the servant pretended to sigh: "You refugees, in order to be lazy, would rather fake some scars than rely on labor to obtain food, hey..."

The refugee was so thrust that he couldn't speak. How could his eloquence be compared with the nobles' subordinates? He waved his arms for a while, "How can we prove that I am new!"

The servant's eyes lit up, as if the refugee happened to ask what he wanted, and pointed to the other two tables beside him, "Did you see it? You can choose to go there to register, spend a day, and wait for the specialist to verify."

He paused, took out a contract, and smiled, "Or, you can choose to serve Earl Edwardine and become his tenant or servant. As long as you are willing to work hard, you will naturally get enough food."

The refugee looked at this table. Compared to many refugees, he was once a knight entourage. He had a little knowledge and immediately recognized some terms: 20 years of working hours, even his salary was only 30 copper coins per month! He must be loyal to the earl, and his words were like the law.

The refugee was angry and slapped the table, "This is clearly a contract to sell one's body! You are taking advantage of others' danger!"

"hehe."

The servant pulled the contract back, as if the hand covered in mud stains had dirty the white contract.

He smiled and said, "You can't choose either."

The refugee wanted to send his fist to the servant's face, but the knights on both sides had slowly pressed over. One hand behind him pulled the refugee's sleeve and dragged him out from the food distribution point.

Oh, this is not Chen Chen, but a few NPCs in rag robes. Chen Chen looked over and felt that the order seal was warning. Although it was not red, it was obvious that the yellow light meant that they were not the righteous and orderly camp!

Chen Chen did not take action, but continued to listen to the conversation.

"Stop trying, this is the trick of the nobles, you can't take advantage!" Under the face covered by the hood, a mature and courageous voice came out.

"What does it mean?" the refugee asked.

"Please look at the refugees in line. Although they are all wearing tattered robes and showing hunger while holding their stomachs, they are moaning, fearing that others will not know they will be injured! But look carefully at their faces and their eyes."

Chen Chen also quickly realized that most of the refugees in the queue had full faces and although their faces were not rosy, they were not the yellow ones that had been hungry for a long time.

The man continued: "These are refugees hired by the nobles. The food they took, half as wages, is enough to ensure that they have black bread for every meal, and the rest will naturally be sent back to the nobles' warehouse in the evening!"

"This?" The refugees were puzzled.

"It's very simple. Distribution of food is the order of His Majesty and the Church, and the nobles are not easy to disobey; but those big men, the war in the north is enough to keep them busy until midnight, so how can they have the energy to check whether the distribution of food is true?

While they followed the orders, they received half of the relief food from the church, and then pulled out half of it themselves; and then used the method of turning the left hand into the right hand, they only needed to feed these refugees who were playing the show, and the rest naturally returned to their own pockets!

In addition, there are more refugees who have no choice but to know the problem of that contract, but they can only choose to sign than to fill their stomachs and live! But they don’t know at all, what kind of work is waiting for them!”

When Chen Chen heard this, he naturally looked solemn. As a time traveler of Blue Star, he still didn't understand what consequences would be caused by the victims?

He calmly asked a member of the League to go, pull the main force of the Hall of Fame, and then continued to listen to the conversation between the two.

"How can this work!"

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He pointed to the knights ahead, "They won't let it go!"

"Yes! But I must get some food as soon as possible!" The refugee was a little anxious. It was obvious that he still had very important people in the camp waiting for this relief food.

The hooded man looked at the refugees for a while before sighing slowly: "Hey, it's another one, forgot, let's come with me. Our refugee relief and mutual aid association can probably squeeze out food for you for one or two days, but for more, you can only find a way for yourself!"

The refugee was overjoyed. He was unsuspecting to the Hooded Man and only knew that the other party could help him overcome the difficulties. After that, he was a warrior after all, and he could not find a job when natural disasters were still the biggest threat!

When the two left, Chen Chen first ordered the thieves among the group members to follow them quietly, and then walked from the street to the servant's relief stall.

The servant just fooled a refugee into signing the contract when he suddenly saw a shadow pressing over in front of him, and he was delighted, "Is it a good laborer here again?"

He looked up and saw Chen Chen's exquisite plate armor and the naval sword full of cold light on his waist, reminding him, "This is a big man!"

The servant immediately changed his face, licked his face and ran out quickly, came to Chen Chen, bent down and asked, "Who are you?"

Chen Chen did not speak, but just exposed a small corner of the ribbon representing the nobles of Stormwind City.

The servant lowered his waist and saw Chen Chen's logo at the corner of his eyes. He let out a long sigh, "This is not our Lordaeron's nobles, fortunately, there is no neglect."

But the nobles have always been in the same spirit. The "novas" in Stormwind City may have been branches of Lordaeron in the past!

"It turns out that I am the Lord of the Storm Kingdom. On behalf of all the soldiers of Lordaeron, I would like to thank you for your arrival and for your material support."

Chen Chen waved his hand and said loudly: "It's nothing. During the Orc War, you Lordaeron was also helping us recover our homes and support us when you are in trouble. This is what we deserve."

Then, he asked in a low voice: "I heard that there are good deals here, I don't know..."

Looking at Chen Chen's selfless expression, the servant immediately understood something. Seeing the business from the owner of the family, it was probably heard by the nobles of the Storm Kingdom.

The trick of making money from nothing is not too much risk. Who wouldn’t want to join?

However, the servant recalled the noble level of Shen Chen, a baron and a little nobleman.

"But it is also possible that they came to find out the news in advance. The sincerity of sending servants was not enough. A nobleman with a low level showed sincerity and did not lose face!

So the servant grinned and said softly: "This, I need to ask my master, where is your residence? When the master returns the message, I will notify you immediately."
Chapter completed!