Our family is in decline

Tiffany was surprised by the intensity of the battle. Boudica's appearance of waving the halberd was obviously more attractive. She didn't even notice why the weapon in Lance's hand changed out of thin air. She only saw the repeated movements of the two, which were closely related to the situation of the battle. Instant reversal.

Seeing Lance throw a heavy punch and Boudicca being beaten like a bag swinging in the wind, she realized that something was wrong and quickly went to break up the fight.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

When Lance heard this, he couldn't help but stop his fist, not because of anything else, but because if he broke it, he would have to waste his spiritual healing.

Without any external force, Boudica could not even stand firmly and fell to the ground again.

Looking at her face covered in blood and her eyes turned white, she had already lost consciousness.

"Wake up!" Tiffany rushed up and shouted for a while before pulling her consciousness back from the ancestral spirit.

There was severe pain, but more of it was fear and despair, almost swallowing her will.

No reservations. I had no reservations just now, but it was still difficult to resist, and instead I was teased by him.

But the first thing she did when she woke up was to break away from Tiffany's support and scream at Lance with her bruised and swollen face.

"Why don't you kill me! Why!!!"

"Because what I see is a coward who wants to escape reality with death. You don't deserve to die in my hands."

This sentence was even more terrifying than the fist, and it took her directly back to that night, with the voices of her tribe echoing in her mind.

"Why are you the only one coming back!"

"You ran away from the battle, you coward!"

"You don't deserve to be here!"

"Get out of the tribe, you have no right to come back!"

"..."

Shame, that was something even more difficult for her to face than the ax and sword.

I should have died in that battle...

Boudica fell into a weird state, and she also burst out with spiritual fluctuations in Lance's eyes.

This discovery further confirms what the author said that spiritual power is hidden in everyone, but the difference lies in the strength and stimulation.

The extreme emotions triggered the spirituality in her, which to some extent enhanced her integration with spirituality, which is referred to as inspiration.

But soon Lance realized that the evil fallen person in Tamara's mouth, if not guided, the negative emotions would pollute her spirituality.

"Look at you like this!" Lance moved forward, grabbed her collar and pulled her up. "Tell me, are you a warrior?"

"I..." Boudica didn't dare to look directly into those blazing eyes.

It was undeniable that she was confused, and she could never be called a warrior.

"I promised to give you the honor of a warrior, but I saw escape and giving up in your eyes. You didn't want to become a warrior and shoulder your responsibilities, but chose to give up. What you need to overcome is always Not anyone else, but yourself.”

This sentence exposed Boudica's fragile heart, and she fell into silence.

"So you still choose to shrink back and dare not face it directly." Lance's face showed obvious disappointment.

When Boudica heard this, she didn't know why her exhausted body sprouted a force that flowed to her limbs.

A faint arc appeared, the pain was washed away, the cowardice retreated, her heart was shrouded in determination, she directly stretched out her hand on Lance's arms and roared at him:

"I'm a warrior! I'm not a coward!"

"Remember what you said, I hope you can still say it when you meet the real enemy." Lance didn't mean to say more nonsense, he let go of his hands and turned back to the camp.

The side effects of the battle just now showed that he couldn't even stand firmly. If Tiffany hadn't come to support him, he would have fallen to the ground.

With support, Boudica looked at the figure.

"I will no longer run away...even from death..."

…………

But in the early hours of the morning, a scream broke the peaceful environment of this residential area.

Soon a large number of police officers arrived, the streets were blocked, and people's access was restricted. However, the impact of the incident was not expanded, but was directly blocked in an effort to minimize the impact.

"Oh~ my God!"

A carriage with a sheriff's mark was approaching. Before it could stop, a middle-aged man got out of the carriage in a hurry and headed this way.

He is the police chief in charge of this area. You must know that this is not the chaotic place in the outer city. There has been no theft case for almost ten years under his tenure.

"Sheriff!"

"Tell me what's going on."

“A maid who came to work in the morning discovered the theft and all the valuables in the house were stolen, but strangely no injuries were found.

However, during our later investigation, we found that seven houses were stolen, all in similar circumstances. "

He was slightly relieved when he heard that no one was hurt, but his subordinate's next words made him unable to bear it.

"What! Seven families?"

The sergeant felt his eyes darken, and he was about to fall back while pressing his chest. If his subordinate hadn't been quick to help him with his quick eyesight, he might not have been able to survive today.

Breathing heavily, the Sheriff sat in the carriage for a while before he regained his composure, but looking at him he might as well have been dead~

Every year, local people sponsor the police station, and the allocation of police force also focuses on protecting their safety. If something like this happens, the rich will be unwilling to donate money, or even leave, then the land prices here will drop, and it will be more serious. Because their police department funding will be cut.

By then, let alone promotion, it would be better if he didn't get dragged into being shot as a typical example.

The only way is to catch the thief and get the things back.

Thinking of this, he immediately got up. Now he saw everyone as a criminal, and shouted at his subordinates: "Check it for me!"

No matter who it is, he will make those guys pay the price!

…………

On the river bank, a simple pontoon bridge was built with the help of ropes and planks, one end connected to the camp, and the other end connected to a large boat. People were constantly joining it, but there was no confusion at all. Everyone was acting honestly. Even if there is a little difficulty, we should support each other and help each other.

These people were told in advance that they would be huddled together for seven days, but they did not show much intention to resist or resist.

The reason is simple, adults are on the same boat as them.

Not to mention what happened yesterday, just this morning there was news in the camp that the adults had invited a doctor back late at night to treat the injured. Everyone was shocked and doubtful at first, until the guards came out to prove it.

It also makes them have unlimited trust in adults.

More than half of the camp on the other side has been dismantled, and he has to take these tents and other things back, otherwise Hamlet will not have so many houses to accommodate more than two thousand people.

By the time the house is settled, it can be converted into a marching tent. He has already exhausted all the materials.

He should never be stingy with money, but he should never waste every copper coin.

According to the situation, it can probably be completed at noon. At that time, we will go down the river to meet the other boat at the riverside pier, and then go out to sea together.

"Isn't that person here yet?"

A voice came slowly, but Lance was not surprised and spoke unhurriedly.

"What's the rush? We haven't set off yet."

Looking back, he found Tiffany appearing behind him, and following her was Boudica, whose injuries were not completely healed, and bruises could still be seen on her face.

"Are you ready over there?"

"Farming tools and weapons were loaded as early as yesterday. Master Eugene, the craftsmen, and the children are all on board, waiting for you."

"Is there any room available?"

"No, if we add these tents." Tiffany didn't mean to tease Lance anymore and answered seriously.

Lance looked at those people. He knew that he had overestimated the carrying capacity of the ship, because people and cargo were different and could not be stacked.

Fortunately, a group of them were driven away, otherwise it would have been even more troublesome.

There is no way, the current situation is difficult, we can only suffer them a little longer.

"Disma and your ship, Boudica, follow me."

"Yes!" Disma did not question the lord's arrangement, but he still couldn't help but look at the distant city with reluctance.

Apparently Totnes' service made him a little bit reluctant to leave~

"Do you really want to take this boat?" Tiffany couldn't help but frown. With so many people crowding in, she knew without thinking that the environment couldn't be good.

"I won't give up on them, just like I won't give up on you." Lance smiled and appeared quite relaxed.

He only needs to be on top when the environment is harsh, otherwise others will not be able to suppress those people at all. At the same time, he must continue to observe those people. Only in the extreme state will some talents be displayed.

"Can I not take the boat~"

Boudica's weird accent came back, and Lance glanced at her. Seeing her awkward look, he was obviously scared last time.

"Are you scared?"

"Who's lying down?" Boudica became as restless as a fried hair, "Just sit down, I've never lied down."

"You'll get used to it after a few more rides, and you can kill people on the boat in the future." Lance smiled slightly, she was too easy to deal with.

With the joint efforts of everyone, the camp was quickly emptied, and everything that should be dismantled and what could be taken away was taken away. Those refugees who wanted to pick up garbage would shout "It's cleaner than a dog licked it, so you're cruel" when they saw it.

"Ready to go~"

"Aren't you waiting?"

"No~" Lance looked into the distance calmly, "He's already here."

Tiffany looked along and saw a person wearing a dark, plain dress walking over, carrying several large and small packages on her body.

After getting closer, the woman with a medium-short hairstyle and round-rimmed glasses looked a bit ordinary and inconspicuous.

If you hadn't met her face to face, it would be hard to imagine that she was the doctor with the beak last night.

Disma was also curious about this woman and looked at her. He had also heard about what happened last night.

"Welcome, don't know your name yet?" Lance went up to take the luggage from her hand. His enthusiastic gesture made the woman feel a little at a loss.

"Paracelsus."

"Hmm~ Good name, I'm Lance." Lance didn't mean to talk nonsense, and directly started making arrangements to prepare for departure. He would feel at ease if he returned to Hamlet as soon as possible.

"Okay, there are too many people on this ship. Tiffany, please take her with you. We will talk in detail when we return to the territory."

"I'm coming with you. There are some things we need to talk about." Speaking of this, Paracelsus raised his hand to adjust his glasses and spoke directly.

"Okay, but it's a bit cramped and you need to live with her."

Lance raised his hand and pointed at Boudicca, who was bruised and swollen. Paracelsus took one look and nodded in agreement.

"no problem."

"Then let's go, we don't have much time to waste."

Tiffany and Disma escorted the last of the materials back, while Lance was the last one to board the sailboat.

"How is it going?"

Lance found the captain, an old man in his fifties and close to sixty, with dark exposed skin. Years of running around made him look older, but he was also stronger than ordinary people.

He was once a member of Hamlet's navy and had a similar experience to Walter. When Hamlet collapsed, he became a refugee. He stayed for a while and was later helped up by Walter, which was when he was forced to go to the palace. There is no betrayal.

The rich experience of traveling all over the country for many years can help him complete the final journey better.

"Sir, everything is normal." The captain reported to Lance.

"Work hard these days and get back to Hamlet as quickly as possible. I will reward you then."

"Yes!" The captain didn't have any doubts when he heard this. He had already seen the strength of this adult.

The captain stood on the rudder to control the direction, and shouted to the sailors to control the operation of the ship.

Shout to the sailors standing on the deck.

"Hey hey hey! Little guys! Let's go!"

"Set off!"

The sailors responded in unison, then began to hoist the sails and set sail.

Lance stood on the deck and followed the flow of the ship, the city in front of him passing by.

It went smoothly without any obstruction or inspection. It seemed that the matter was suppressed.

But that's right, Totnes is too big, and the goods handled every day are calculated in tens of thousands of units. A few people with the identity of just a few small businessmen and hawkers were stolen without hurting anyone, so it is not worth making a big fuss about.

When fully loaded, the boat runs much slower, because there is more than one boat on the river, and any collision is a serious accident.

Fortunately, there was no problem and we met up with another large ship at the dock.

The two ships left the river one after another and entered the sea. Lance stood on the bow and looked around.

After leaving the sea, thousands of sails were still racing. As far as the eye could see, there were all kinds of ships on the sea. From the shapes, it can be seen that some are speed ships specially designed for speed, and some are specially designed for loading. A big ship, a huge thing with five decks...

And of course Totnes' truly powerful weapon - the cannon-sailed battleship.

The emergence of sails has changed the era when human power was used as power. Wind energy was used as the main power of ships. What determines the speed of ships will become wind direction and wind speed. At the same time, the combined use of horizontal sails and longitudinal sails has enabled ships to pass serpentine routes. Sailing against the wind greatly improves efficiency.

The emergence of artillery directly broke the naval battle that had relied on boarding battles as the main method for thousands of years. The power of artillery made those pirates flinch.