He didn't know much, but he probably knew that those who survived the disaster would have a certain sense of guilt for their own survival, and would think that the continuation of their lives was due to the suffering others were suffering, or that
I feel infinite guilt because of my own powerlessness.
Xiuge originally felt that this situation should not happen to him.
But when he heard about the refugees from Salem City from Alfred, his mood still fluctuated slightly.
But since this was an order coming from the direction of Bolden, it was obviously inappropriate to refuse. In addition, Shuge was indeed a little curious about the situation in Salem City, so he finally took on the task.
There are nearly a hundred people in this group of refugees, most of whom are relatively strong adult men and women. The elderly and children only account for a smaller part of them. After leaving Salem City, they were moved around Salem City.
The Walter reconnaissance team discovered that at that time, the team also suffered some damage due to the major earthquake, so they temporarily took these refugees to a temporary stronghold to rest.
When Shuge asked why it had been so long since the earthquake happened before the news reached here, Alfred told him that at the current stage, no frontline military camp would easily accept such a group of refugees.
After all, there might be spies and spies from other countries mixed in there.
In this way, these refugees have been wandering in this area. Compared with Votel, these refugees from Salem City are more afraid of Delan and the mages of the Legal Committee, because according to them, the mages of the Legal Committee
People simply hope that everyone in Salem City will die...
"That's fucking outrageous."
Xiuge sighed heavily in his heart. However, the Legal Committee's attitude towards these refugees also reminded him, so he asked: "Where are these refugees now?"
"The team responsible for responding has just set off. It should still be half a day away. It will probably arrive tonight."
Alfred was also a little helpless: "The briefing and the order arrived together, and it was not that I deliberately delayed or concealed it."
"Okay, I get it."
Shuge reached out and took away the letter with the royal seal: "Besides me, is there anyone else involved in this matter?"
"Mr. Meyer will prepare some doctors and medicines, which can help them to some extent... This group of refugees cannot enter our camp, but Brown Hill Town will give them tents and accommodation, just on the edge of Brown Hill Town.
We need to keep these people away from our warehouses, baggage trains and stations."
"Where is the Council? There are no other mages but me?"
Hearing this sentence, Alfred raised his eyebrows, and then he suddenly realized something: "What do you mean?"
"Do you still remember the old man who escaped from Salem City with me?"
Shuge tapped the letter in his hand lightly with his fingers: "Schubert was only stabbed in the calf by the monster in Salem City, and his whole body became like that. This is because he got timely control and control.
The results of the treatment... Although I really hope that more survivors can escape from that hell, the premise is that they are still 'human beings'."
"You mean, the monsters mentioned by the Legal Committee can disguise themselves as humans?"
"I can speak and think, but I'm not sure whether it can replace a real person."
After listening to Shuge's words, Alfred nodded.
Soon, Krautz and Weilin arrived one after another after receiving the news.
Master Krauts is always able to maintain the highest degree of rationality when facing these problems: "If it is the worst situation, all the soldiers we sent have been affected... so we need to do the highest level
The preparations, from the ceremonial ground, to the weapons, to the soldiers waiting for orders at any time."
As someone who has seen underground monsters in Salem City with her own eyes, Wei Lin agreed with this, and she made a more specific suggestion: "Maybe it is feasible to set up a buffer zone according to the process of dealing with the 'Wolf Disaster'? There are enough chokes in the station.
The magic silver plate can be used directly... In these buffer zones, we need some doctors to check the physical conditions of these refugees and soldiers."
"I will mobilize a batch of magic flamethrowers..."
In this way, a large number of orders regarding night matters began to be transmitted.
Both the Plateau Mage Council and the Legal Committee of Merlin Lehe have now regarded the existence of the "Black Sun Society" as an open secret.
Even though it is difficult to achieve cooperation between mages under the current circumstances, people can still reach a certain consensus in this regard.
That is to say, we must be extremely vigilant in the face of the Black Sun Society and the incidents they cause by using those lost magics.
No town hopes to become the second Salem.
No one wants to experience the current life of the residents of Salem City.
In the afternoon, Shuge looked for an opportunity to enter the dream shelter, but Theseus never showed up. It seemed that he not only "went out", but might even have gone on a "far trip".
Xiuge still remembered Theseus's previous suggestions and instructions. He also knew that "hunting" the descendants of An Abyss could bring him a considerable increase in power. But this time, what he had to face was different from the previous ones.
The incomplete offspring attached to old Schubert's body are completely different.
God knows, so long after the change in Salem City, whether the descendants of the Dark Abyss who remained in Salem City have undergone new changes. After all, judging from the characteristics of the descendants of the Dark Abyss, they already have the same characteristics as the phantoms.
Similar to insects, they have the ability to absorb nutrients and knowledge from their prey and promote their own growth.
As the sun set, Xiuge had completed checking his own status. The status of Charron's Touch, as well as the Mirror Messenger and Hound from the Dark Abyss Palace had reached their peak after a period of rest.
The sharp joints of Charron's Touch are swaying slightly. They have not torn apart the body of prey for a long time. The wolf fang tattoo on Shuge's right wrist is all in perfect condition. The hound is eager for a new round of hunting.
The only thing that was a little dazzling was the sleeping rat, but it seemed to be on the verge of waking up now. Shuge could even see the various small movements it made due to its dreaming.
At this moment, Xiuge put on a set of very ordinary civilian clothes - a dark windbreaker, a slightly old but very clean shirt, and crisp trousers...
This was a combination he often used in Salem City in the past.
Shuge did not want to appear in front of these refugees as Walter's soldier. He wanted to minimize all potential communication barriers.
The young man in the mirror seems to be the same as before, but thanks to the power of the "Walking Forest", his complexion is slightly healthier.
"I hope you are really just refugees who escaped. I hope there are no traces of the descendants of An Abyss on you. I wish you good luck."
Xiuge looked directly at himself in the mirror, said something softly, and then hid the magic book, the magic-killing silver dagger and the revolver he carried with him in his windbreaker.
…
When it got dark, the team that had left Brown Hill Town to pick up the refugees had returned. The soldiers drove there in large steam trucks, and when they came back, these vehicles were full of people.
To put it harshly, it should be filled with "humanoid creatures".
When she saw these refugees stumbling down from the vehicle under the surveillance of the soldiers, even Weilin, who had never had much expression, couldn't help but feel a little moved. She sighed quietly, and then walked towards
The apprentices in charge of magic rituals not far away made a gesture.
On the other side, Master Krauts still looked the same, with no expression on his face under the hood.
It was as if he and these miserable humanoids were not the same kind of creatures at all.
The soldiers responsible for bringing the refugees back had already received the signal from the Chasseur Regiment before, so they obeyed the regulations and stopped the car at a certain distance from the camp. Immediately afterwards, a man wrapped tightly and wore a
The mage wearing a crystal metal mask stepped forward and informed everyone that a certain magical disease similar to the wolf plague was currently prevalent in the rugged hills and around Salem City, so everyone, including the soldiers, needed to undergo strict inspections.
The soldiers naturally had 100% trust in their comrades and superiors, so although they were puzzled, they still chose to cooperate at the first opportunity.
Take off almost all your clothes in the cubicle made of magic silver, and then step into the next room, one person at a time.
The soldiers took the lead to dispel the fear of these refugees. They had little strength and courage to protest. But after hearing that they could get temporary shelter and food as long as they obeyed the orders, they completely chose to obey.
So, the inspection began in an orderly manner.
And Xiuge himself is the last hurdle of this inspection.
He is different from other doctors and spell casters who are facing the enemy. He does not wear a metal mask that can provide protection, and he does not even seem to be carrying any weapons. He is sitting behind a table in a tent. All those who have completed the examination
Just say a few words to him behind the desk and you can pass quickly.
The magical perception belonging to Xiuge is filled with this closed space. The descendants of An Yuan may be able to hide from the previous rounds of inspections through some methods, but Xiuge's body is already filled with powers that have the same origin as them, so once they appear,
It is difficult to escape the perception of Xiuge.
Here, Shuge deeply felt the suffering of these survivors.
After experiencing such a period of torture, even the tallest men among them have now become thinner, because after three rounds of cleaning with magic rituals, water and alchemical incense, the odor on their bodies has dissipated a lot.
But the long journey and escape still left an indelible mark on their faces.
A young mother in her thirties walked in with her child. She had just washed her body and was now wearing only a single suit. The treatment she received in Brown Hill Town made her feel a sense of shame that had been almost wiped out again.
Emerging, she nodded shyly towards Xiuge, took her child and sat down on the chair.
"Yeah! I recognize you!"
The child's memory is always excellent in some aspects. He stared and said in surprise: "You are Mr. Writer in the old house! Oh my God, you are not a ghost, are you?"
"Yes, I am a ghost."
Xiuge smiled and winked at the child: "There was a fire in the old house, and I was sent here by magic. It's magical, right?"
"Hey, don't talk nonsense..."
The young mother quickly stopped her child's rude behavior, but then she also looked at Shuge seriously, and then said in surprise: "Wait, are you the writer from Ernst's old house? I heard
I told you, but you are not..."
"It's just an accident and a rumor."
Xiuge shook his head. His magic perception had confirmed that there was no problem with the mother and child in front of him, so he waved his hand: "Take the children to rest first. You have no problem."
With Shuge's consent, the mother immediately happily picked up her child and fled from the exit as fast as she could. Before leaving the tent, the boy was still staring at Shuge, as if he wanted to escape from him.
Verify the authenticity of the magical answer "ghost" on his face.
"Next."
Following Xiuge's voice, another refugee walked in.
This is a man who looks to be in his forties. He has a large frame and is a head taller than Shuge. Perhaps because of his escape, he has become very thin now, and his limbs are in a very unhealthy and thin state.
His hair was thin and dry, and his face was full of sorrow, but his belly was particularly eye-catching.
He was also only wearing an ill-fitting loose singlet, but his belly was very protruding, making him look like a pregnant woman.
Xiuge squinted his eyes, but his magic perception was normal, and the man was like other refugees, acting timid.
"Please sit down, where did you live in Salem City?"
"Well……"
The man seemed a little embarrassed. He touched his head and then replied: "Ladies Street."
Xiuge's eyebrows twitched slightly: "This is not easy, sir. How much did you spend on this street in the past?"
"More, more!"
The man replied dully: "I often... often spend money, several times a week."
Xiuge nodded, then he pointed at the man's belly: "What's wrong with your belly?"
"I don't know, I always have bloating. The doctors said I ate something unclean."
The man seemed a little confused about Shuge's cross-examination. His mouth trembled and he asked: "Sir, do you think there is anything wrong with me?"
"It's basically gone, but I feel a little strange..."
Xiuge raised his head and asked: "Ladies Street never provides housing for men. Are you sure where your home is?"