Our family is in decline

Everyone has seen the glamorous side of Totnes, and is full of longing and fantasy for it, wishing to bestow all the beauty in their minds.

But who knew this was also part of Totnes?

When Boudicca was in the tribe, she often heard the elders talking about the empire's wealth, and even tribes like her in the mountains had heard of Totnes' name.

Having seen the prosperity and beauty of the central city, I originally thought that the chaos in the outer city was the limit, but I didn't expect to see this again now, which had a huge impact on Boudica.

"Boss, how come you still have such a naughtiness in Tatana?"

"The shantytowns here are nothing. Although these people are living in hardship, at least they still have enough food to survive. You won't know the real reality until you see the refugee camps. The environment in the empire is not much better than that in your mountains."

Lance seemed very calm, and even had the intention to joke.

"It's time to give you a little empire shock~"

Boudica frowned when she heard this. She had seen the refugee camp in Ovendo. Could it be worse?

But soon she understood why the boss would say such things.

The scale is different. There are less than 3,000 people in one. They are scattered outside and some of them are collected and resettled. They do not show much oppression.

But here, the mountains and plains are full of refugees, and the camps built haphazardly are so dark that the borders can't be seen at all.

"This is the empire~"

Lance looked at the past. Although he had seen it from a distance on the river bank before, it was only after he came there that he truly felt the pressure.

And among them were countless heads, all of them in ragged clothes and unkempt faces.

But even at this time, the quarrels, bullying, and fighting that broke out in the refugee camp seemed to never stop.

People are dying every second, and new refugees are coming in the next second. Madness and chaos dominate, and there is no order at all.

"Why are there so many thin bamboo poles? They are like mushrooms popping up in the rain."

Boudica looked at the scene in front of her with some confusion. Why are there so many refugees here?

"This is the end for them. The only way to the east is to jump into the sea. They have gone through so much trouble to escape here. Everyone wants to stay in this rich place. Naturally, it is impossible to go back, so the more and more people gather. Come more and more.”

With that said, Lance corrected Boudica's statement.

"Also, they are people. Read 'people' with me."

"Forbearance~"

"people."

"blade."

Lance didn't bother to correct her and walked directly towards the camp set up by the refugees.

To be honest, it was undeniable that the long migration eliminated the old, weak, sick and disabled. Although these refugees were in a sorry state, their quality was higher than those outside Ovendo.

Basically, they are all men and women in their prime. It is rare to see the elderly, and even if they are, they are dependent on one family.

At this time, the advantage of a family with more children is reflected. The blood ties unite them and they are more capable of resisting risks.

But more of them are ordinary people and ordinary families.

"Sir, please give me some money..." A refugee saw the visitor walking out of the gathering.

"Get out!" Lance didn't wait for him to finish speaking before kicking him, so he didn't use any force, otherwise this kick would have killed him.

Now he is a sheep among wolves, surrounded by countless eyes. If he shows any signs of weakness, he will be surrounded.

Although he is not afraid, why should trouble cause chaos when it can be avoided?

Only toughness and dominance can bring those guys to their senses.

And just by looking at the guy just now, you can tell that he is a street kid. If you really can't survive, you can't ask for money. You don't need to think about it to know that it is the gangs mixed among the refugees who are testing him.

Sure enough, Lance's posture shocked those people and made them dare not act rashly.

Continuing to go deeper, Lance frowned. Totnes was divided into three urban areas: upper, middle and lower according to strength, and also separated three classes of people.

And this situation also happens here. The more powerful the refugees are, the more they can squeeze in closer to the city, and they also occupy most of the resources flowing out of Totnes.

And because of the problem of time, those people have already established a new order in the chaos.

But the further out you go, the more obvious the chaos becomes, and the condition of the refugees gets worse, to the extreme, to the point of exchanging food for food.

"Take the child away. He is very well-behaved and won't eat much food."

"My daughter is fair and fair and has never done any menial work since she was a child. She looks good after only two days of raising her."

"If you just eat one bite, you will be a fool."

"..."

Lance was walking among them, and on both sides of the main road, he saw some children being pushed out by their parents, hawking to people passing by.

There were quite a few people on the way in and out of Totnes, and the children responded to the gazes of passers-by in a panic, while some were simply numb, or were too hungry to move.

Not only children, but also adults are being pushed out and sold. In the current environment, no one is willing to waste resources on children. Once they die, they will lose everything. Adults are the best goods...

Lance's eyes swept over him, and when he saw this situation, he felt no compassion, but instead felt an inexplicable anger.

Why?

Because he knew that even if he was compassionate, he could not save so many people. This place stretched for almost five kilometers. According to the density visible to the naked eye, there were definitely more than 50,000 or 60,000 refugees, but on the order of 100,000.

Not to mention 100,000 people, even 100,000 pigs are not something he can eat.

Even if this is the case here, it is still difficult to stop the refugees who keep coming. They drag their families and push wooden carts with all their belongings, holding on to the hope of Totnes.

Lance didn't look at it anymore and didn't bother to care, because he quickly realized that it was a useless emotion and corrected his identity.

He does not enjoy that right, and naturally does not need to bear any responsibility for these refugees. To put it simply - who are you sending? What is your identity? Is the empire none of your business?

He just needs to follow his own pace, develop his territory, and then accumulate strength to cause trouble for his ancestor. If his ancestor does not die, he will not have peace for a day.

The two walked through the refugee area and finally stopped at the edge of the refugee camp near the river bank.

"That's it."

Lance looked at the surrounding environment. He came out today to select a camp, select refugees, and then set off back as soon as possible.

It is close to the river bank. When the boat comes over, we can board the boat directly without having to go around again, and we can get water nearby to meet the needs of the camp.

Of course, a camp with a thousand people cannot be managed by him alone, and there are still some people from the Walter business group here. After the agreed time, a small boat came over and transported a batch of supplies and related people.

Lance only needed to instruct those people to set up camp, and at the same time, he could finally execute the plan.

"You stay here and guard. If someone makes trouble, just chop him. If you do a good job, your drink will be settled tonight."

Boudica had no interest in the refugee camp to begin with, let alone the "wine" issue. She immediately raised her halberd and roared, shouting strange words.

"If you dare to attack..."

Lance didn't bother to care about her madness and turned back towards the refugees again, but the world became pale in his vision.

Spiritual vision, open!

What is the potential for extraordinary power?

Lance realized that this was a road that was not much worse than the technological route. As a pragmatist, he did not reject extraordinary powers. There were even people who had walked this route, which could save him a lot of time and was more in line with his time-critical requirements. , on the contrary, the scientific and technological route requires a lot of time to accumulate to see results, and it is difficult to form combat effectiveness in a short time.

If you also want to fight against extraordinary power, you must know and be familiar with controlling extraordinary power.

Then at this time he will start to prepare the corresponding talents.

Looking at the vast area of ​​darkness, it can only be said that the church and the supernatural forces from all walks of life have been looting too seriously, and there is not a damn bit of scum left for him.

Until he suddenly stopped and looked at a child standing alone on the roadside. In front of him was a prone body. Looking at the gray hair, he knew he was an old man.

I probably guessed what was going on, it was just holding on for a breath to bring the child here, and when the obsession was completed, I couldn't hold on any longer.

The child was only five or six years old, neither crying nor fussing, just looking at the corpse blankly.

But Lance noticed the violent fluctuations of spiritual light in this child, and finally understood the spiritual fluctuations caused by extreme emotions as mentioned by the author of [Spiritual Vision].

"What's your name?" Lance approached

"Isaac." The child looked up at Lance, with a calm expression and no fear at all, but Lance could see something different with his vision.

It seems that he fell into an extreme state and covered up his original emotions.

"Come with me." Lance smiled and extended his hand to him.

…………

The camp's power is growing.

Still with the same requirement, Lance selected families from among the refugees and organized them into the camp. Only with the control of their families would they pursue stability and contribute to the development of the territory honestly.

We don’t want it for rich people, for single gangsters, for people with broken bodies, or for being too ugly... As the conditions increase, there will be fewer and fewer people who meet his goals.

Of course, he still has a different approach to some talents, such as craftsmen, literacy, arithmetic, and other skills.

Not to mention, there are still some talents to choose among so many refugees, but their condition is not very good.

Basically only refugees who have been beaten up will choose to join. Some have already established themselves by exploiting other refugees, while others have just arrived and are still disillusioned with Totnes.

Lance didn't care. Anyway, everything was lacking here, except for people.

If you don't come, someone else will!

The only pity is that Lance walked around and found seven children with extraordinary talents.

As for adults, it's not that there are none, but Lance doesn't like people with three views. What he needs to cultivate is his own transcendent, even if it wastes a little time.

A notice was posted in front of the camp, and with some people's publicity, a steady stream of people came over and wanted to join.

Of course, he was more attracted by the smell of food that kept coming out of the camp cauldron for a long time.

Lance did not rely on others, but personally sat at the gate of the camp. Only those selected by him could join.

But here the family passed the test and emerged from it. Amidst the envious and jealous eyes of others, the family hugged each other tightly and shouted some magical words in unison.

"Oh~Thank you Holy Light for your blessing..."

"Huh?" Lance couldn't help but frown when he heard this, and immediately raised his hand and pointed, "You are not allowed to participate in the camp."

This order without warning immediately stunned the family, and the joy on their faces quickly gave way to panic before they had time to fade away.

Didn’t you say you passed?

"Sir...sir...we..."

"Needless to say, the church's relief station is in the city. Go to your God to save you. I am recruiting serfs to work."

Grandma! I saved your family. If you don’t thank me, forget it. Why bother thanking the church, right?

Since you like God so much, then be satisfied and let your God save you.

"I can work!" The family wanted to struggle, but Lance was too lazy to waste time on them and raised his hand.

"Next."

The family lost the opportunity and stood there blankly with ashen faces, which was a huge gap from the joy just now.

It would be okay if they were rejected directly, but they didn't expect to be selected, but they lost the opportunity because of just one word.

Feeling that his clothes were being pulled, the man lowered his head and looked at the longing eyes of the child. The family had been hungry for a long time. He wanted to ask for mercy, but Lance would not leave him at all. In the end, after being driven away by everyone, he could only lower his head and turn around in embarrassment. leave.

But the countless onlookers around him gloated, laughed, and rejoiced. If there were fewer people, his chances would be greater.

As for those who entered the camp, they also did not give the believers a good look. They were once more or less shallow believers, but the escape along the way has made them realize what reality is.

The Church of Light is useless, the Holy Light cannot feed an empty stomach.

Only adults can truly fulfill their promise and give them a stable environment without worrying about being bullied or worrying about food.

And this is exactly what Lance has been instilling in them intentionally or unintentionally. Can the religious bastards get the hell out of their way?

He doesn't bother to ask for believers who can't tell the actual situation. No matter how good he is to these people, he will attribute it to their God.

They have no transformation value and anyone can replace them.

What's more, resources are tight and cannot be wasted on these people.

The camp selection is on the river bank on the edge of the refugee camp. Less than a hundred meters from the door is the main road. Those who want to enter Totnes must come here.

While Lance was busy reviewing, the quarrel outside caught his attention.

A spiritual wave burst out that could be felt out of thin air without the need for spiritual vision. This was the first time he encountered such a situation, so he stood up and looked over.