our family is gone

Chapter 728 Busy
"Hurry up and get ready. I guess Walter can't wait any longer in Owendo. If we delay any further, he might lead his troops back to cause trouble for me."

Seeing that she fell into silence, Lance urged her jokingly, but he didn't expect the answer he got was a bit surprising.

"No." Tiffany's temper flared up. "I'm grown up now. I'm not their toy. I have the right to make my own decisions. I've had enough of it!"

Protection is also a shackle. When Tiffany was forced to manage the caravan after Walter disappeared, why did those people dare to deceive her?

It was because Walter protected them so well that her brother knew nothing about the caravan and she was also half-baked.

For her, it has been very hard to achieve what she has today. You said it would be easy for her to leave without considering my feelings at all. In your eyes, can you just give up the achievements that I have worked so hard for for so long?
She hated the feeling of powerlessness, and would not allow people to waver in their hearts because of her problems.

Hamlet has her hard work and glory, and she will never give it up easily.

"You know I've always supported you."

Lance was not surprised by this. It was normal for young people to be rebellious. Moreover, this retirement really cut Tiffany's career in half. Few people could bear to see their efforts go to waste.

And Tiffany is no longer the child she used to be. On the contrary, she has grown up in the heavy work. Although she can’t handle things on her own, at least she has her own ideas.

How could a woman who could make Lance hide and write an IOU be easy to deal with?

She is like a dragon guarding a treasure house. Anyone who wants her to leave the treasure will be met with hostility, and it would be considered polite if they didn't spit at you.

"How about this, see what your brother's attitude is, then write a letter explaining the situation and let your mother take it first. At least let Walter know that I didn't force you."

Lance, that idiot, is still emphasizing this at this time, clearly trying to sow discord between them, the father and daughter.

This also reveals why he agreed to release the person so readily. This move of retreating in order to advance is really insidious.

But no one could question him.

When facing Walter, I told him to go wherever he wanted, and I sent someone to escort me because I was worried there might be danger on the road.

Tiffany, I support you in whatever decision you make, just go for it.

On the surface, it was a conflict between Tiffany and Walter, which cleared him of all responsibility and made him the referee.

This incident was just a small episode, but it reflected a very important performance.

Ordinary people have no choice, they have to stay in Hamlet, but how many of those bureaucrats want to leave Hamlet?
Lance's expression became playful. Power and responsibility correspond to each other. This is a good opportunity to see how those people react.

But before that, Lance still had a lot of things to do. After quickly finishing some things, he saw Baldwin coming up.

"Sir, let me handle these matters."

"You just got back, you should take a day off."

"Hamlet needs you. You need rest more than I do."

After Baldwin came back, he was also adjusting himself, but he couldn't sleep when he thought about the lord still working, so he came to take over the job after he got better.

It's too much. Only these legendary warriors with strong physique dare to play like this. Didn't they see Amanda and the others come out like dead fish?

Lance thought about it for a moment and did not refuse, leaving those unimportant chores to him.

But he had no intention of resting, and instead took Bigby to New Town, the ruins front.

On the road, you can see many people pushing carts. They are temporary workers hired by Hamlet to transport supplies. Using carts can increase efficiency and regulate those scattered porters, while also giving them something to do.

Of course, there were also many people who ran back from the front line, went to the dock to take a boat, or took other routes. Anyway, they didn't want to stay here.

Of course, there are also adventurers who cannot afford the prices in the town but are reluctant to leave, so they return to the city to wait and see. After all, if something really happens, they can run away, and it is not as dangerous as the front line.

Lance was unhappy watching this situation on the carriage. He had finally tricked so many free laborers who brought their own dry food, who were more useful than serfs, but now they all ran away.

It’s all my fault!

As the carriage drove into the new town, a very strange atmosphere could be felt. In the dim light, countless torches were burning on the racks, and prying eyes kept scanning the area, filled with uneasiness and hostility.

There are so many people, it should be lively here, but what is presented is more depressing.

There are quite a few adventurers out there, but most of them are guys who are confused by a new round of rumors. But this also shows that they are ruthless enough. Those who are not brave enough have all run away, and only these ambitious guys will choose to stay.

Lance did not reveal his identity and withdrew his gaze. The seemingly ordinary carriage drove to a corner of the town.

When he got to the door, Lance seemed to have noticed something and turned to Bigby and gestured.

"Wait here for a moment, I'll call you in."

After saying that, he pushed the door open and walked in without even bothering to knock.

Bigby was quite sensitive and could naturally sense an unsettling aura, but it soon subsided after the lord entered.

Before he could react further, a voice was heard from inside the house.

"come in."

As soon as Bigby entered, he saw a man with a unique appearance sitting cross-legged in the hall.

"This is Scholar Alhazred, he may be able to help you."

Lance introduced Bigby's situation, and the scholar took a look at him and waved him over, handing him the purifying coral.

"Take it."

Bigby didn't know what it meant, but he still took the coral with the hope of treatment. At this moment, the restlessness in his heart seemed to ease, and the voice in his ears seemed to disappear.

Suddenly, a smile of surprise appeared on his bitter face. Could the problem that had puzzled him for so long be so simple?
But before he could be happy for too long, the scholar noticed his reaction and added something.

"This is just as useless as the chains on your body. Relying on these things will only make you more vulnerable. By the time you react, you will have no chance. What can really trap the beast is your will."

It's like a painkiller, it doesn't heal the pain, it's just covered up.

Eating it for a long time will only make you numb, and you won’t even notice the progression of the disease, which will eventually become irreversible. Alhazred has suffered this loss.

This made Bigby's smile stiff again, and he couldn't help but ask another question.

"Is there really no possibility of recovery?"

"No, the monster's power is not something we can fight against. Don't you feel that you are different from ordinary people?
Your body and soul are intertwined with that beast. What flows in your blood is both power and curse. Trying to get rid of it is like killing yourself. "Alhazred shook his head slowly, but still gave guidance.

"I can only teach you how to control it, but whether you can do it or not is up to you."

These words were a great blow to Bigby. Hope was fleeting, and the curse that seemed like fate was still haunting his nightmare.

Lance understood what Alhazred said. To put it simply, some evil creature had targeted Bigby and wanted to use his body to come into the real world.

"It's not that serious actually. If it wants to come out, we just let it out and then beat it continuously until it dares not to come out.

If we can catch the monster behind and kill it, we might be able to solve this problem completely."

Lance said a very simple sentence, which immediately caused the other two to fall into silence.

I thought you were going to talk about some precise soul cutting or skillful surgery, but I didn't expect it to be this.

"No way?" Lance couldn't help but ask when he saw both of them were stunned.

"It's not impossible, it's just difficult..." Alhazred didn't know what to say, because theoretically the demon should be dead, so it can't erode Bigby.

"So we should be full of hope for the future. After I finish dealing with the things on hand, I will have time to study this. Bigby's situation may give us some experience in dealing with similar incidents."

Lance actually knew that he was talking nonsense, but sometimes such abstract jokes were needed to add a little hope to a dark future.

Alhazred seemed to have understood the lord's hint. He was also cursed...

The ultimate move used before to save people did not require cutting one's hand to perform a sacrificial ceremony if one was well prepared.

However, the huge scale of the spell still put him in trouble, and it was only because of the equipment [Purifying Coral] that he was able to stabilize himself and not lose control.

That is to say, the Lord came in just now to clear the abnormality. If there is a chance, he also wants to break free from the Tona curse...

Leaving Bigby behind with Alhazred to learn how to control himself, Lance began to move around the town.

After hearing what the people below said, it would be better to go down and take a look in person. He had already changed out of his tattered clothes and was wearing a very ordinary set of clothes. He was not conspicuous when walking among them.

It was because of this that he was able to sense the increasingly confusing rumors among the adventurers and discovered many hidden figures among them.

The number of extraordinary people there is much larger than that in the city. It goes without saying that these people came here after hearing the rumors.

As expected, no one can resist power and wealth, even if they are willing to take risks.

But unfortunately they were destined to be disappointed.

Because the army was withdrawn, Hamlet's control over the town was reduced, and he could only relocate Hamlet's original workers to the wilderness development areas behind the outpost.

In addition, the police gathered together to control the most critical parts and seize the supplies, so those troublemakers could not cause any trouble.

"Ugh……"

Lance sighed. If it weren’t for the old ancestor, the place would have been full of vitality.

After briefly understanding the situation, Lance showed up and interacted with his people. His appearance immediately dispelled everyone's fear and there was light in their eyes.

loyalty!

"Sir, this is a detailed consumption and casualty statistics report."

Patton reported his work, and Lance felt helpless when looking at the data.

Mobilizing the army when extreme darkness fell was considered timely, but there were still many casualties, which also meant that the consumption of supplies was somewhat serious.

Especially because of the special circumstances of the new town, Lance did not develop the manufacturing industry here. There are only some blacksmith workshops for repairing equipment, and consumables such as food can only be shipped in from outside.

Now I understand why Patton did not recommend a real fight.

"I will fill the gap in supplies as soon as possible, prepare the army for war, and start training."

"My lord, there are still some questions about the legion."

Patton reminded that other things were easy to deal with, but if there was any problem with the legion, it would cause trouble.

"I'll handle it."

Lance also wanted to meet the legendary forbidden legion of the ancient empire. If they really had lived so long, they must have many secrets.

But before that, Lance appeared in the wounded camp and pulled out a group of fanatical soldiers.

Under Lance's command, the team assembled quickly. On that simple venue, Lance met with the members of the Royal Guards and praised their perseverance and tenacious fighting spirit shown in the action, which was worthy of learning by the entire army.

Of course, the performance of the Cavalry Brigade is also worthy of recognition. They dared to take on "hard bones" and were like a sharp knife that broke through the enemy's encirclement and successfully supported the retreating troops.

Lance directly awarded them the title of [Blade]. Flags and other things are being produced, but the conference must be held first.

After a round among the troops, a few words swept away the uneasiness brought about by the coming of extreme darkness and re-strengthened their will.

For Hamlet!

Lance was more concerned about the barbarians. The barbarian mercenaries brought by Boslake had basically been disbanded and arranged in the army according to their specialties.

These people used to be mercenaries in the empire, they understand the common language, and their personalities are not that barbaric. After they are equipped with neat equipment, it is basically difficult to distinguish them if you don’t look at the battle patterns or unique accessories.

Because hair of different colors was not uncommon on civilians, barbarians often plundered slaves and brought them up from the mountains. Similarly, slave-hunting teams also liked to capture barbarians. To some extent, the differences between the two sides were more about habits and concepts.

The environment can shape a person. If an imperial man is thrown into the mountains and survives, he will definitely be a muscular warrior. Similarly, if a barbarian works as a serf and tills the fields for a few years, he will lose his muscles and become numb.

At the same time, Hamlet's environment transformed them. During this time, they also felt the rules that were different from the empire and the mountains. They were no longer mercenaries who had no place to live and were despised by all parties, but part of Hamlet.

Under the call for collectivism and unity, they were easily moved by the emotions of the army and shouted the names of the lord and Hamlet.

They were all human, and that was enough for Lance.

After the army was established, the role of the heroes became more and more subtle, but the tragedy that occurred in the city also showed that when dealing with extraordinary people, one has to be an extraordinary person. Ordinary people are not on the same level.

The cultivation of individual strength cannot be neglected. Now that there are more extraordinary people, we have to find a way to manage them.

It’s so difficult…