Chapter 450 New Autumn Twilight
“From now on, look at the faces of the six of us clearly. You must follow us when we leave, and pay attention to the work badges around your neck. No one except the six of us will care about you. Do you understand?”
Bolitz stood on the wooden pile of the pier, regardless of the risk of falling, and shouted loudly at the refugees in Rapid City in front of him.
Behind him are the other five city hall clerks who are responsible for guiding. Each of the six of them is responsible for 40 households, which means each of them is responsible for guiding 200 people.
"Understood." Sharette, who was mixed with the crowd, replied sparsely along with the thousand or so people present.
As the first batch of refugees to land on Qiu Mu Island, Sharette's heart was of course full of fear, especially in the village at the head of Xinsheng Bridge.
When he saw a group of lycanthropes running towards them holding a statue of the three-headed evil god, he almost turned around and ran away in fright.
You know, that is a lycanthrope that has always been famous for its brutality and chaos.
Looking back now, Sharette still has lingering fears.
I don’t know why, but he always felt that one of the three-headed evil gods looked strangely familiar.
After walking across the Xinsheng Bridge and coming down from the pier, my fear became a little better.
Since this time, in order to transport food and raw materials, Witte, as the interim mayor, has strengthened the original dock area, extended the plank road, and cleared the weeds in the floor tiles.
In the sawmill not far away, you can still see lycanthropes in twos and threes carrying saws and stepping on the pedals to cut logs into the desired shape.
Here Sarette was still looking towards the sawmill, and over there Boritz jumped off the wooden stake, checked around, and another person was lecturing: "You are all here at Fort Joan of Arc. You are the one who has registered your name and gone through quarantine. On behalf of the nameless town of Qiu Mu Island, I welcome you..."
"Sharette." The old neighbor Aslay secretly elbowed Sharette. ribs, "That's it? Is this the capital of the Redeemer Papal State? It doesn't even have a name?"
Just as Charette was about to reply, Boritz rushed over with a straight face and said, "You talk a lot. Didn't you say you're not allowed to chat after being lectured?"
< br>"Hey, there is no reason not to let people talk..."
Sharette immediately went to pull Aslay's arm. He knew that this man was usually an unruly thorn, otherwise With his skills, his old boss will not be forced to move after his death.
“Rules are rules!”
“Why, then the Papal State itself said freedom, what’s wrong with me wanting freedom?”
Boritz looked him up and down: "What's your name?"
"Grandpa, my name is Aslay!"
"Guard, drag him away, failed to pass the quarantine, go to the isolation room Observe for seven days." The quill in his hand drew a big cross on the cardboard. Boritz whistled, and two lycanthropic guards came towards this direction.
"Why, you fat pig, what do you think you are? You are just a dog under that holy grandson... Uh-huh..."
Been beaten by a few big guys The lycanthrope guard strangled his neck, and Aslay was forcibly dragged out of the team and walked towards a pile of dark rooms in the ruins.
"Don't be afraid." Boritz smiled and patted Sharet's stiff shoulder, "Respect is mutual. If you obey the rules, I will welcome you."
Seeing Boritz walk away , Charette let out a long breath. Apparently, among the six leading officials, Boritz was the one with the highest status.
After a few other thorns were picked out and punished, the remaining people became much more honest. Soon, the more than a thousand refugees were divided into teams.
Sharette was lucky and was the first batch of refugees to leave the checkpoint and head towards the small town on the island.
After walking out of the checkpoint composed of Hengmu and Juma, Sharette was stunned. He originally thought that the town on this island would be very desolate, but this pier did not look shabby.
In front of you is a dock square that is about 100 meters long and 20 meters wide. There are several newly built wooden warehouses beside the square. There are ordinary people and lycanthropes coming and going on the street.
Over the shoulders of the lycanthrope carrying dried fish, Sharette saw a T-shaped road on the other side of the square. On both sides of the road, there are more than a dozen residential houses where lycanthropes live, as well as four or five shops, including hotels and pubs.
There was even a shop with the signs of a tailor shop, a general store, a barber shop, a herbal shop and a blacksmith shop, which left Charette confused.
"Following, don't be left behind. Children and the elderly get on the carriage, first come, first served, no fighting." Boritz walked back and forth in front of the team, and when he saw that everyone was there, he shouted with satisfaction Depart with one sound.
To Charette's surprise, the road to the town was much easier than he imagined.
The Xinsheng Bridge collapsed just now. The several kilometers long road in front of us is a good road paved with floor tiles.
Remembering that this was once Gu Aier's military camp city, Sharette felt a little relieved. Gu Aier's technology was invincible in the world.
On both sides of this road, the puddles and small wetlands that were once there are gone, replaced by patches of flax fields.
As a crop that loves moisture and acidic soil, flax is a suitable crop on this generally acidic island.
Moreover, flax seeds can be pressed into oil, and flax stems can also be used to make clothes. Now there are many textile workshops on the island, which use this flax to weave cloth.
“Have you seen those flax fields?” Boritz stood on one side of the marching team and said with emotion, “These are the fields of the war monks. When we were on Qiumu Island, My Majesty was only able to get half of the salary, so he used land as compensation.
The first batch of war monks who enlisted in the army were each assigned dozens of acres of land, not to mention the first batch of farmers who came to the island. Everyone has hundreds of acres of land.
...Don’t think about it. Mayor Witte has banned the opening of land around the city. If you want to buy it, you can only buy the land in the south and develop it yourself. Here you go.”
Walking through the ruins of the Broken Gate Church surrounded by forests, under the sun, it seemed to be covered with a mist of light and shadow.
Several butterflies and bees were dancing across each other, sucking honey from the cracks in the wall and the flowers hanging out from the vines.
Different from the nervousness before going to the island, Sharette felt much better when she saw this vibrant scene where everything was competing.
The island in the middle of the lake was not as desolate as he imagined, and he was not wrong in his huge gamble.
"Okay, now look to your right." After hearing Boritz's words, Sharette looked to the right.
On the hillside, the palace garden surrounded by tall walls appears in front of you. A spire protrudes from behind the wall, and the brass spire seems to touch the sky.
"That's the Mechanical Palace, the palace of the pope and the saint. There are guards guarding the area. Don't cause trouble for yourself, do you hear me?"
Charette nodded hurriedly. This kind of big man hides his beauty in a golden house and gathers a lot of silver handkerchiefs. Of course he can't go to this place. This is common sense.
Stepping on the fishbone patterned ground, directly opposite the Mechanical Palace to the west, is a flowing river.
The river is wrapped in shrubs and cypress trees. Under the scorching sun, it looks like a flowing corridor amid the swaying waves.
Sharette glanced at the sign by the river. There was a strange, simple but understandable text on it that read: Para River.
The river water was so clear that it seemed to reflect the entire sky.
Fish and birds are chasing each other on the tree canopy, and the pebbles of various colors are like black stars in the daytime, embedded in the blue sky washed by the clear water.
"What are you looking at? Follow the team." Boritz shouted towards Sharette, who was at the end.
“Coming, coming.” Holding on to his soft felt hat, Charette jogged all the way to the arched wooden bridge, and behind the fallen cypress, was their final destination— —
(End of this chapter)