Outside the shelter, heavy snow fell.
At the south gate, Yugin, who was wearing fur clothes, rushed over from the direction of Beit Street against the heavy snow falling in the sky.
After arriving at the outpost, Yugin originally wanted to find Lucius, but he couldn't find him, but happened to see the long queue in front of the nursing home.
When he got closer, he saw his sister sitting at a small wooden table. Meticulousness is written on the immature face.
She stretched out her small hand, took the silver coins from the blue coats in line, carefully counted the total number of coins repeatedly, and then poked a few times on a screen.
"A total of 41 pieces!"
Raising her head, she looked at the players in front of the counter with a sweet smile on her face.
"Crab Crab! Be careful when taking risks."
"Woooooo...Damn it, Sisi! Lend me money! I still want to save it!"
Sisi, who was standing behind, stroked his forehead with a headache on his face, and stretched out his hand to pull the sleeve of Tail.
"Okay, Tail, don't be ashamed here, we are blocking the people behind."
"Don't you think it's cute! You heartless woman!"
"Cute and cute, tsk. By the way, the convoy of the greenhouse ruins will start in a while. Are you still going or not?"
"Go! Damn, why do you have to work during the day and work at night! What about the casual games you promised? Can't you let me stay with my cute little sister for a while!"
"I'm really sorry that I'm not cute enough. Anyway, don't talk nonsense. It's important to practice leveling to earn money and buy equipment. Let's go, if you don't leave, the brother behind will beat us."
Tail, which was still shouting, was pulled away like this.
At this time, a big white bear came out from behind, and stood in front of the counter furtively, holding the door frame with somewhat cautious hands.
Seeing this big bear, Yuki was slightly taken aback, but she was not afraid, and a sweet smile soon appeared on his face.
"Would you like to save money?"
Roushaa The Big Momo fumbled out the money bag, and dumped the coins inside on the table.
"I, I, I, give it all to you!"
Looking at the big white bear who dropped the money and left, Yuki said hastily.
"Ah, wait, wait a minute, that, ID."
"It's all for you!!"
Finally, thanks to Popo's help, Yuki found out the ID of the big white bear.
After carefully counting the coins on the table, Yuki followed what Lucius taught him to do, and registered the numbers on the VM.
Although Yugin couldn't read or understand what those blue coats were saying, it didn't look like they were embarrassing his sister.
It was when the big white bear ran out that it startled him instinctively. If it wasn't for the lack of response from the people around him, he would have almost pulled out his bow and arrow and shot.
At this time, Lucius walked over from the side, looked at Yugin and said with a smile.
"Why don't you come and say hello?"
"No, I'm just looking casually, so I don't want to disturb her work." Yugin smiled honestly and rubbed the back of his head, "I didn't expect Yuki to be so capable. Last night, I was worried that she would give you trouble."
Lucius said with a smile.
"Why? Your sister is very smart, and she learns very fast, but she has not been taught many things."
Yugin sighed and said.
"Father, I and my big brother usually have to go hunting, and we can't teach her anything. Mother taught her pancakes, but she hasn't been doing very well. I was worried last night, would she messed up. I came here early in the morning. On the way, I was still thinking that if she really got into trouble, I would take her back no matter what. But now... let Yuki follow you, indeed much better than following us."
"You can't say that," Lucius shook his head, "You still come to see her often, no matter how warm the bed is, you still want to stay with your family."
A warm bed? Is it progressing so fast?
Yugin froze for a moment, then nodded.
"You're right...then I'll go first."
Lucius said politely.
"In such a hurry to go back? Stay and have lunch before leaving."
"No, no, no," Yugin shook his head repeatedly, waved his hands and said, "I won't bother you here, and I have to go hunting later, so I'll go back after you get busy."
Lucius no longer wanted to stay, and nodded.
"Be careful on the road."
...
Coming out of the north gate, Yugin was in a good mood. Although there was snow in the sky, he felt warm on his body, more comfortable than drinking wine.
Just then, though, he saw a caravan full of bricks and a man standing beside it. The man looked familiar.
Yugin approached and took a look, his eyes suddenly widened.
"Aries?!"
"Yugin?!"
"Wait, aren't you dead? I went to your house. Your funeral has been done."
Yugin still couldn't speak as usual, but Aries couldn't care less about these things at the moment. When he met a fellow countryman in a foreign country, it was really tearful.
"Brother, I almost died! Fortunately, these blue coats saved me!"
It took about five minutes for Aries and Yugin to talk about their experiences over the past month, from being caught by predators while hunting, to the group of blue coats breaking through the stronghold of the Bloody Hand clan, These people like myself were placed in the brick factory by the river.
Although he instinctively felt that being caught by the predator was a bit strange, but Yugin couldn't figure out something too complicated, so he quickly focused on other places.
"...In other words, you are working for Brother Lucius and the others now?"
Aries was stunned for a while and said.
"Brother Lucius? Are you talking about Manager? Anyway, working here is quite comfortable. You can eat and live here, and there is meat for every meal. You also provide firewood and charcoal for heating. Now you are paid 1 silver coin a day. Every day What I do is to use molds to make bricks, then send them to the kiln to be fired, and then transport the burnt bricks back, without being tired.”
Yugin nodded and asked.
"Then you won't go back anymore?"
A complex expression appeared on Aries's face.
"Go back... Where are we going? Only my parents, my big brother and their two children are left at home. The remaining food is barely enough for the winter. If I go back here, the food at home will definitely Not be enough to eat. Let’s talk about it when spring starts next year, and then… wait until then.”
While talking, Aries suddenly remembered something, and said "Wait for me", then turned and ran into the gate.
After a while, he took a small bag of coarse salt, about 150 grams, and stuffed it into Yugin's hand.
"I bought this with my wages. Take it back to my mother for me. Just say... I'm fine, so they don't have to worry! I'm going to see them next spring! And Pisces, he is still alive ...But now he is busy, do you want to tell his family too. "
After taking the salt, Yugin nodded solemnly.
"Don't worry, I will definitely convey it to you!"
Yugin returned by the same route.
However, when passing by the south gate of Wetland Park, Yugin suddenly noticed that not far from his footprints, there was a series of footprints that did not belong to him.
The footprints are very shallow, and it has been seen for some time.
Out of the vigilance of the hunter, Yugin knelt down, wiped it with his index finger, and frowned faintly.
"Whose footprints are these?"
...
Beit Street.
After rushing through the door, Mark Malcolm went straight to Old Charlie's grocery store.
"Old butler!"
Charlie, who was sitting in front of the door with his eyes closed, opened half of his eyes. When he saw Mark Malcolm, he immediately understood and stood up from his chair.
"Come in and talk."
The curtain is drawn.
Mark was excited, and without taking a breath, he danced and reported to the old housekeeper what he had seen and heard along the way with Yugin.
The more Charlie listened, his brows gradually frowned.
"You mean... a survivor settlement has appeared in Wetland Park?"
Mark nodded sharply.
"Yes! There are the blue coats, and the refugees who don't know where they came from... I guess they came from the north. They built walls in the woods, dug ditches, and put up barricades. I can't see them in the camp, but there is one chimney that keeps blowing smoke."
"From the north?"
Charlie's brow furrowed even tighter.
The north is the territory of the Bloody Hand clan, and there seems to be a mutant tribe not far away.
What's the difference between building a colony there and giving away heads?
And…… Those predators are all cannibals who don't spit out bones, how could they be let in.
Mark didn't care so much, he just yelled excitedly.
"Old butler, that brat Yugin broke the rules, let's arrest him quickly!"
He has long disliked Yugin and his family.
Especially Yugin, who even beat his third brother. The same goes for the outsider's shed, not even a door beam was left for them, they kept it all for themselves, and they even plausibly said that it was given to him by others, he was really shameless.
Mark's calculations were very loud. According to the rules of Beit Street, those who trade with foreign caravans without permission will be regarded as betrayal, and they will be fined with a piece of animal skin, or their property will be confiscated and expelled.
It doesn't matter whether those people are caravans or not, what he cares about is the shack where Yugin lives. If he could be expelled, his family would just be able to occupy the shed of the stranger.
However, old Charlie is a man of insight after all, so it is naturally impossible for him to be as short-sighted as he is.
Blue coat... He used to be too, though it was a long, long time ago.
After thinking for a long time, Charlie said cautiously.
"This matter is not urgent. Remember not to startle the snake. I will report the situation to the mayor before making a decision."
Mark was stunned. What else is there to ask for? Just capture his house and it's over.
As long as the mayor gives an order, his Malcolm family will be the first to respond.
However, the old housekeeper didn't talk nonsense with him.
Throwing 4 white chips in his hand, old Charlie drove him out of the grocery store, then locked the door again, and hurriedly walked towards the center of the town.
...
The mayor's family lived in the old castle in the middle of Beit Street.
This castle was originally built as an entertainment facility, but now it has become a symbol of the tip of the pyramid.
The ruler of the town lived in the castle, while the servants, guards, and direct descendants lived in brick and wooden houses near the castle, and outside were dilapidated shacks.
I asked the guard on duty at the gate for instructions, and after a simple search, Old Charlie was allowed to enter.
When he stepped into the hall on the first floor, he happened to see two lovely children playing football in the hall on the first floor of the castle.
The clothes on them are made of buckskin, and so are the balls they kick. The clean faces and carefree smiles are not available to the children outside.
Noticing Charlie at the door, the slightly older boy flicked his curly brown hair and picked up the ball on the ground.
"Charlie? You're back? Want to play football?"
"Sorry, respected young master, I'm afraid I can't play with you...I'm here to find your father."
A look of disappointment floated on the boy's face, and he said impatiently.
"Go, he's in the study."
Charlie bowed his head respectfully.
Bypassing the children's playground from the side, he was led by a servant to the elevator room and took the elevator to the top floor.
As soon as the elevator door opened, the warm wind rushed in.
In the fireplace directly opposite, a fire was burning and the logs were crackling.
"I know the way."
Nodding to the servant, Charlie walked through the porch on the left and came to a two-person door.
This is the study of the mayor. Rows of bookshelves are displayed in the study room, and the bookshelves are full of novels, poetry collections, and some weird collections picked up by scavengers from outside.
Sitting at the antique wooden table, the mayor drank tea leisurely. The intermittent sound from the radio on the table is exactly the music played by the red-tailed warbler band that he likes to listen to most.
There are mainly three relatively large radio stations in Boulder City, one of which can be heard even in the distant northern suburbs of Spring City.
Every evening from 6:00 to 7:00, the radio station will repeatedly broadcast the transaction prices of today’s bulk commodities. From 7:00 to 10:00, there will be lectures on the planting experience of “Cash crops” such as camu trees and spirit leaves. And also Advertisements for human cloning.
As for the rest of the time, pop music from the pre-war era is played repeatedly, and this is also the old mayor's favorite program, which can make him temporarily forget the bad times.
Even to the ears of true "antebellum men," these are corny pastimes.
Waiting quietly for the end of the song, Charlie walked to the desk and lowered his eyebrows respectfully.
"My lord, I have something urgent to report to you."
The mayor raised his lower eyelids and said casually.
"What's up?"
In his opinion, the urgent matter that old Charlie can report is nothing more than the cockroaches in the shack outside, and some other moths.
Those people are like weeds, a batch will grow after a while, and he has never cared about those people's life or death.
Old Charlie lowered his head and continued.
"In Wetland Park to the north, there is a settlement of survivors, with a population of more than 100 people...maybe more."
"Wetland Park? A settlement of survivors?! How is that possible!"
The teacup was placed heavily on the table, and the mayor sat up straight from his chair, staring at Charlie standing in front of the table, "Is the news accurate?"
"There should be nothing wrong."
Charlie nodded cautiously, and continued in a respectful tone.
"Their strength should not be underestimated. Some hunters took their prey directly to them and brought them back in exchange for salt and meat. And it seems that their conditions seem to be more favorable than ours. I am worried that if this continues for a long time, it will make your interests are damaged... I suggest that we should actively contact those people and adjust the salt price appropriately."
The expression on the mayor's face was uncertain, and his index finger tapped lightly on the table, as if he was weighing something.
After a while. With a slight movement in his heart, he opened the drawer and took out an envelope with bloody handprints and a blank letter paper.
Picking up the pen and writing a few words on it, the mayor stuffed the letter into the envelope and threw it into the hands of Charlie who was standing in front of the table.
"Find someone who is bold, careful, and trustworthy, and send this letter to the Bloody Hand clan."
Looking at the envelope in his hand, Charlie was slightly taken aback.
"Are you planning to..."
The mayor said blankly.
"This winter will be very cold, no accident, next month, people with bloody hands will come again."
The thought of those greedy villains made his teeth itch, but there was no way, his guards combined were no match for those people.
Charlie hesitated, and after a moment of hesitation, he reminded cautiously.
"I'm afraid this is not a good idea. Besides, I don't think the Bloody Hand clan didn't find them, and we need to remind—"
"There is no doubt that this is the best idea, or can you come up with a better way?" The mayor waved his hand impatiently, and continued, "We don't have that much surplus in our granary for them, and we can't take out any food that can only be given to people. You should know what happened to those who were taken away by the predators, right? Think about those broken families, I am doing this for the benefit of the people in the town."
By this time, he felt sorry for the people in the town.
Picking up the teacup again, and looking at the silent old Charlie, the mayor took a sip of the warm tea and spoke slowly.
"The weather is getting worse."
"Pray, hope our neighbors can feed those jackals."
Charlie bowed his head respectfully.
"Follow your orders."
The mayor nodded in satisfaction.
"Go on... By the way, when you go back, ask those unscrupulous people to collect more firewood and dry it as much as possible. The firewood that hasn't dried out is crackling and making noise."
Charlie lowered his head, took the envelope, and exited the study.
"Yes, my lord."
Outside the shelter, heavy snow fell.
At the south gate, Yugin, who was wearing fur clothes, rushed over from the direction of Beit Street against the heavy snow falling in the sky.
After arriving at the outpost, Yugin originally wanted to find Lucius, but he couldn't find him, but happened to see the long queue in front of the nursing home.
When he got closer, he saw his sister sitting at a small wooden table. Meticulousness is written on the immature face.
She stretched out her small hand, took the silver coins from the blue coats in line, carefully counted the total number of coins repeatedly, and then poked a few times on a screen.
"A total of 41 pieces!"
Raising her head, she looked at the players in front of the counter with a sweet smile on her face.
"Crab Crab! Be careful when taking risks."
"Woooooo...Damn it, Sisi! Lend me money! I still want to save it!"
Sisi, who was standing behind, stroked his forehead with a headache on his face, and stretched out his hand to pull the sleeve of Tail.
"Okay, Tail, don't be ashamed here, we are blocking the people behind."
"Don't you think it's cute! You heartless woman!"
"Cute and cute, tsk. By the way, the convoy of the greenhouse ruins will start in a while. Are you still going or not?"
"Go! Damn, why do you have to work during the day and work at night! What about the casual games you promised? Can't you let me stay with my cute little sister for a while!"
"I'm really sorry that I'm not cute enough. Anyway, don't talk nonsense. It's important to practice leveling to earn money and buy equipment. Let's go, if you don't leave, the brother behind will beat us."
Tail, which was still shouting, was pulled away like this.
At this time, a big white bear came out from behind, and stood in front of the counter furtively, holding the door frame with somewhat cautious hands.
Seeing this big bear, Yuki was slightly taken aback, but she was not afraid, and a sweet smile soon appeared on his face.
"Would you like to save money?"
Roushaa The Big Momo fumbled out the money bag, and dumped the coins inside on the table.
"I, I, I, give it all to you!"
Looking at the big white bear who dropped the money and left, Yuki said hastily.
"Ah, wait, wait a minute, that, ID."
"It's all for you!!"
Finally, thanks to Popo's help, Yuki found out the ID of the big white bear.
After carefully counting the coins on the table, Yuki followed what Lucius taught him to do, and registered the numbers on the VM.
Although Yugin couldn't read or understand what those blue coats were saying, it didn't look like they were embarrassing his sister.
It was when the big white bear ran out that it startled him instinctively. If it wasn't for the lack of response from the people around him, he would have almost pulled out his bow and arrow and shot.
At this time, Lucius walked over from the side, looked at Yugin and said with a smile.
"Why don't you come and say hello?"
"No, I'm just looking casually, so I don't want to disturb her work." Yugin smiled honestly and rubbed the back of his head, "I didn't expect Yuki to be so capable. Last night, I was worried that she would give you trouble."
Lucius said with a smile.
"Why? Your sister is very smart, and she learns very fast, but she has not been taught many things."
Yugin sighed and said.
"Father, I and my big brother usually have to go hunting, and we can't teach her anything. Mother taught her pancakes, but she hasn't been doing very well. I was worried last night, would she messed up. I came here early in the morning. On the way, I was still thinking that if she really got into trouble, I would take her back no matter what. But now... let Yuki follow you, indeed much better than following us."
"You can't say that," Lucius shook his head, "You still come to see her often, no matter how warm the bed is, you still want to stay with your family."
A warm bed? Is it progressing so fast?
Yugin froze for a moment, then nodded.
"You're right...then I'll go first."
Lucius said politely.
"In such a hurry to go back? Stay and have lunch before leaving."
"No, no, no," Yugin shook his head repeatedly, waved his hands and said, "I won't bother you here, and I have to go hunting later, so I'll go back after you get busy."
Lucius no longer wanted to stay, and nodded.
"Be careful on the road."
...
Coming out of the north gate, Yugin was in a good mood. Although there was snow in the sky, he felt warm on his body, more comfortable than drinking wine.
Just then, though, he saw a caravan full of bricks and a man standing beside it. The man looked familiar.
Yugin approached and took a look, his eyes suddenly widened.
"Aries?!"
"Yugin?!"
"Wait, aren't you dead? I went to your house. Your funeral has been done."
Yugin still couldn't speak as usual, but Aries couldn't care less about these things at the moment. When he met a fellow countryman in a foreign country, it was really tearful.
"Brother, I almost died! Fortunately, these blue coats saved me!"
It took about five minutes for Aries and Yugin to talk about their experiences over the past month, from being caught by predators while hunting, to the group of blue coats breaking through the stronghold of the Bloody Hand clan, These people like myself were placed in the brick factory by the river.
Although he instinctively felt that being caught by the predator was a bit strange, but Yugin couldn't figure out something too complicated, so he quickly focused on other places.
"...In other words, you are working for Brother Lucius and the others now?"
Aries was stunned for a while and said.
"Brother Lucius? Are you talking about Manager? Anyway, working here is quite comfortable. You can eat and live here, and there is meat for every meal. You also provide firewood and charcoal for heating. Now you are paid 1 silver coin a day. Every day What I do is to use molds to make bricks, then send them to the kiln to be fired, and then transport the burnt bricks back, without being tired.”
Yugin nodded and asked.
"Then you won't go back anymore?"
A complex expression appeared on Aries's face.
"Go back... Where are we going? Only my parents, my big brother and their two children are left at home. The remaining food is barely enough for the winter. If I go back here, the food at home will definitely Not be enough to eat. Let’s talk about it when spring starts next year, and then… wait until then.”
While talking, Aries suddenly remembered something, and said "Wait for me", then turned and ran into the gate.
After a while, he took a small bag of coarse salt, about 150 grams, and stuffed it into Yugin's hand.
"I bought this with my wages. Take it back to my mother for me. Just say... I'm fine, so they don't have to worry! I'm going to see them next spring! And Pisces, he is still alive ...But now he is busy, do you want to tell his family too. "
After taking the salt, Yugin nodded solemnly.
"Don't worry, I will definitely convey it to you!"
Yugin returned by the same route.
However, when passing by the south gate of Wetland Park, Yugin suddenly noticed that not far from his footprints, there was a series of footprints that did not belong to him.
The footprints are very shallow, and it has been seen for some time.
Out of the vigilance of the hunter, Yugin knelt down, wiped it with his index finger, and frowned faintly.
"Whose footprints are these?"
...
Beit Street.
After rushing through the door, Mark Malcolm went straight to Old Charlie's grocery store.
"Old butler!"
Charlie, who was sitting in front of the door with his eyes closed, opened half of his eyes. When he saw Mark Malcolm, he immediately understood and stood up from his chair.
"Come in and talk."
The curtain is drawn.
Mark was excited, and without taking a breath, he danced and reported to the old housekeeper what he had seen and heard along the way with Yugin.
The more Charlie listened, his brows gradually frowned.
"You mean... a survivor settlement has appeared in Wetland Park?"
Mark nodded sharply.
"Yes! There are the blue coats, and the refugees who don't know where they came from... I guess they came from the north. They built walls in the woods, dug ditches, and put up barricades. I can't see them in the camp, but there is one chimney that keeps blowing smoke."
"From the north?"
Charlie's brow furrowed even tighter.
The north is the territory of the Bloody Hand clan, and there seems to be a mutant tribe not far away.
What's the difference between building a colony there and giving away heads?
And…… Those predators are all cannibals who don't spit out bones, how could they be let in.
Mark didn't care so much, he just yelled excitedly.
"Old butler, that brat Yugin broke the rules, let's arrest him quickly!"
He has long disliked Yugin and his family.
Especially Yugin, who even beat his third brother. The same goes for the outsider's shed, not even a door beam was left for them, they kept it all for themselves, and they even plausibly said that it was given to him by others, he was really shameless.
Mark's calculations were very loud. According to the rules of Beit Street, those who trade with foreign caravans without permission will be regarded as betrayal, and they will be fined with a piece of animal skin, or their property will be confiscated and expelled.
It doesn't matter whether those people are caravans or not, what he cares about is the shack where Yugin lives. If he could be expelled, his family would just be able to occupy the shed of the stranger.
However, old Charlie is a man of insight after all, so it is naturally impossible for him to be as short-sighted as he is.
Blue coat... He used to be too, though it was a long, long time ago.
After thinking for a long time, Charlie said cautiously.
"This matter is not urgent. Remember not to startle the snake. I will report the situation to the mayor before making a decision."
Mark was stunned. What else is there to ask for? Just capture his house and it's over.
As long as the mayor gives an order, his Malcolm family will be the first to respond.
However, the old housekeeper didn't talk nonsense with him.
Throwing 4 white chips in his hand, old Charlie drove him out of the grocery store, then locked the door again, and hurriedly walked towards the center of the town.
...
The mayor's family lived in the old castle in the middle of Beit Street.
This castle was originally built as an entertainment facility, but now it has become a symbol of the tip of the pyramid.
The ruler of the town lived in the castle, while the servants, guards, and direct descendants lived in brick and wooden houses near the castle, and outside were dilapidated shacks.
I asked the guard on duty at the gate for instructions, and after a simple search, Old Charlie was allowed to enter.
When he stepped into the hall on the first floor, he happened to see two lovely children playing football in the hall on the first floor of the castle.
The clothes on them are made of buckskin, and so are the balls they kick. The clean faces and carefree smiles are not available to the children outside.
Noticing Charlie at the door, the slightly older boy flicked his curly brown hair and picked up the ball on the ground.
"Charlie? You're back? Want to play football?"
"Sorry, respected young master, I'm afraid I can't play with you...I'm here to find your father."
A look of disappointment floated on the boy's face, and he said impatiently.
"Go, he's in the study."
Charlie bowed his head respectfully.
Bypassing the children's playground from the side, he was led by a servant to the elevator room and took the elevator to the top floor.
As soon as the elevator door opened, the warm wind rushed in.
In the fireplace directly opposite, a fire was burning and the logs were crackling.
"I know the way."
Nodding to the servant, Charlie walked through the porch on the left and came to a two-person door.
This is the study of the mayor. Rows of bookshelves are displayed in the study room, and the bookshelves are full of novels, poetry collections, and some weird collections picked up by scavengers from outside.
Sitting at the antique wooden table, the mayor drank tea leisurely. The intermittent sound from the radio on the table is exactly the music played by the red-tailed warbler band that he likes to listen to most.
There are mainly three relatively large radio stations in Boulder City, one of which can be heard even in the distant northern suburbs of Spring City.
Every evening from 6:00 to 7:00, the radio station will repeatedly broadcast the transaction prices of today’s bulk commodities. From 7:00 to 10:00, there will be lectures on the planting experience of “Cash crops” such as camu trees and spirit leaves. And also Advertisements for human cloning.
As for the rest of the time, pop music from the pre-war era is played repeatedly, and this is also the old mayor's favorite program, which can make him temporarily forget the bad times.
Even to the ears of true "antebellum men," these are corny pastimes.
Waiting quietly for the end of the song, Charlie walked to the desk and lowered his eyebrows respectfully.
"My lord, I have something urgent to report to you."
The mayor raised his lower eyelids and said casually.
"What's up?"
In his opinion, the urgent matter that old Charlie can report is nothing more than the cockroaches in the shack outside, and some other moths.
Those people are like weeds, a batch will grow after a while, and he has never cared about those people's life or death.
Old Charlie lowered his head and continued.
"In Wetland Park to the north, there is a settlement of survivors, with a population of more than 100 people...maybe more."
"Wetland Park? A settlement of survivors?! How is that possible!"
The teacup was placed heavily on the table, and the mayor sat up straight from his chair, staring at Charlie standing in front of the table, "Is the news accurate?"
"There should be nothing wrong."
Charlie nodded cautiously, and continued in a respectful tone.
"Their strength should not be underestimated. Some hunters took their prey directly to them and brought them back in exchange for salt and meat. And it seems that their conditions seem to be more favorable than ours. I am worried that if this continues for a long time, it will make your interests are damaged... I suggest that we should actively contact those people and adjust the salt price appropriately."
The expression on the mayor's face was uncertain, and his index finger tapped lightly on the table, as if he was weighing something.
After a while. With a slight movement in his heart, he opened the drawer and took out an envelope with bloody handprints and a blank letter paper.
Picking up the pen and writing a few words on it, the mayor stuffed the letter into the envelope and threw it into the hands of Charlie who was standing in front of the table.
"Find someone who is bold, careful, and trustworthy, and send this letter to the Bloody Hand clan."
Looking at the envelope in his hand, Charlie was slightly taken aback.
"Are you planning to..."
The mayor said blankly.
"This winter will be very cold, no accident, next month, people with bloody hands will come again."
The thought of those greedy villains made his teeth itch, but there was no way, his guards combined were no match for those people.
Charlie hesitated, and after a moment of hesitation, he reminded cautiously.
"I'm afraid this is not a good idea. Besides, I don't think the Bloody Hand clan didn't find them, and we need to remind—"
"There is no doubt that this is the best idea, or can you come up with a better way?" The mayor waved his hand impatiently, and continued, "We don't have that much surplus in our granary for them, and we can't take out any food that can only be given to people. You should know what happened to those who were taken away by the predators, right? Think about those broken families, I am doing this for the benefit of the people in the town."
By this time, he felt sorry for the people in the town.
Picking up the teacup again, and looking at the silent old Charlie, the mayor took a sip of the warm tea and spoke slowly.
"The weather is getting worse."
"Pray, hope our neighbors can feed those jackals."
Charlie bowed his head respectfully.
"Follow your orders."
The mayor nodded in satisfaction.
"Go on... By the way, when you go back, ask those unscrupulous people to collect more firewood and dry it as much as possible. The firewood that hasn't dried out is crackling and making noise."
Charlie lowered his head, took the envelope, and exited the study.
"Yes, my lord."
