Be a matchmaker in an otome game

Chapter 193

Fred's hands are beautiful, with long and slender fingers, like an artist. At first glance, they look like a pair of pampered hands, and these hands are tossing and turning over a bloody corpse.

Fred had set an example, and no matter how reluctant the others were, at least they had to put on a show.

Cleaning the battlefield is not an easy task, just looking at the corpses makes people sick, and most of the people are dying, and the protruding eyeballs are particularly shocking.

Seeing that they looked like they didn't know what to do, Nancy gave an order: "Wear gloves, look for those who are still alive, and bring back everyone who is still alive."

Nancy is more familiar with the battlefield than they are. At this time, she replaced Fred and gave the command: "Don't move other things, just look for survivors, light magicians pay attention to treat the wounded at any time .”

The soldiers who survived the battlefield must have been seriously injured, and even if they were taken back, they did not know if they could be saved.

"Why do you want to save people?" Someone complained, "If you die, you will die, just civilians..."

Before he could finish his sentence, someone kicked him on the hollow of his leg, and immediately his knees softened and he knelt down.

"Who kicked me!" Before he finished yelling, someone pressed the back of his head and knocked him to the ground.

After being knocked down three times in a row, when he raised his head again, his forehead was covered with foul-smelling dirt and weeds.

It was Nancy who forced him to kowtow. She let go of her hand and raised her eyes lightly: "Who else thinks the same as him? Say it now."

Looking at her posture, who dares to have it.

Ulysses was standing right behind her, as if supporting her.

Someone whispered to her: "Don't be angry, it's not worth being angry for civilians."

"It's not worth it?" Nancy sneered, "You are so capable, huh? Have you forgotten who used life to form a human wall to block the enemy's attack and give you time to cast magic? If it weren't for these civilians, you would have already Dead, a bunch of ungrateful wolf-hearted things."

Nancy's anger seemed inexplicable to outsiders, but due to her current aura, no one dared to refute her even though she didn't take her words seriously.

The deep-rooted ideas cannot be changed by Nancy's one or two sentences, Ulysses put his hand on her shoulder: "Okay, don't be angry, let's go to work."

Naturally, these people acted in groups, but those who worked hard and those who didn't work hard could often be seen at a glance.

"This man is still alive." Felisa quickly found a soldier who was still alive. Ulysses came over and did a simple treatment to stop the bleeding. After that, others helped put him on the stretcher.

This is the fifth survivor that Felisa and the others have found. I don’t know if the injury can be cured after being rescued. There are not so many light magicians. Many people have broken hands and feet, even if they can be cured by magic. At a great price, no magician is willing to use such powerful magic for the common people. Of course, the main reason is that the difficulty of magic is too high, and most magicians cannot do it.

"What will happen to these people? How will they live in the future?" Felisa watched the stretcher leave, her eyes were a little red. Find ways to do physical activity to support yourself and your family.

The cruelty of war can only be known by seeing it with one's own eyes. Human life is like nothing, magicians can still be protected, and civilians really can only ask for blessings.

Aristocrats who worry about common people are simply different. Many people looked at Felisa with a look of surprise and disdain.

This kind of look doesn't matter to Felisa. Her words are more to remind Fred, because she didn't think about the resettlement of the injured civilians before she came here. When she saw it now, she realized it. .

Sure enough, Fred's eyes drooped slightly, he raised his eyes after thinking for a while and responded, "I see, don't worry, I'll take care of the arrangement."

Fred's unusual care for the commoners finally caught the attention of the nobles.

"Your Highness, they...are just civilians."

"So?" Fred asked quietly.

yeah, so what?

It seems that there is nothing so, everyone seems to think that civilians are inherently inferior, but why?

If commoners and nobles were given the same resources, would the current situation of the human race still be the same?But now Fred obviously wants to add resources to civilians, giving them a certain degree of competitiveness.

The more sensitive nobles felt threatened, but they decided to wait and see what Fred had in mind.

Everyone is temporarily suppressing this matter in their hearts, and everything depends on how Fred will act.

The result of cleaning the battlefield on the first day was that everyone returned to the barracks tired and dirty, and fell on the bed exhausted after taking a shower.

"Don't sleep too much," Lear howled outside, "Maybe there will be a night attack at night!"

They have also practiced late at night, but although they practiced before, they were definitely acting, there would be no danger, at most they would grumble and complain, but this is a battlefield, and if there is an enemy attack at night, it will be fatal.

"It's okay, go to sleep." Nancy said, "The possibility of the enemy's attack is very small. Before there is no absolute certainty, even the demons will not rashly use such a radical method."

That is to say, but who can really sleep.

Fred didn't sleep either. He asked Sainz where the wounded soldiers would be placed, and then walked over.

This is a single tent, the other tents are more or less alive, but this tent is lifeless, with an atmosphere of dying.

Fred stood still outside the tent: "They... put it here?"

Sainz nodded beside him: "Yes, after stopping the bleeding for them, put them here and give them a bite to eat. Whether they live or die depends on fate."

Light magicians are unwilling to treat these civilians, treating them as nothing.

"Don't even have a pharmacist?" Fred asked in a deep voice, "There is no doctor, where are the pharmacists?"

"Who would want to come?" Sainz sighed softly, "Pharmacists are family-passed skills, and they hide them from others and don't want others to know about them, otherwise they will have many competitors, and it is too late to grab territory in the city , who wants to follow to the battlefield."

Who wants to follow to the battlefield?Unless someone is forced to order.

Fred closed his eyes, thought for a few seconds, and then said: "Tomorrow, I will arrange for a pharmacist to come over. Captain Sainz will prepare the place where the pharmacist lives and other things I need."

The common people are burdened too much, but get too little, but they have no means of resistance. They can only silently bear all the unfair treatment of the common people by the nobles. The power to counteract, as for what this power is, still needs to be found.

　Only after sending it out did I find that the title was wrong orz
　　
　
(End of this chapter)