Our family is in decline

The appearance of the motorcade undoubtedly injected new vitality into Hamlet, and the handover work of transportation and inventory immediately made the town lively.

More than a hundred of them came in with the convoy. Some of these people were talents, and some were family members.

These people were given priority and used other channels.

A large pot of porridge is cooked here in the camp every day, but the original refugees either died or were taken to the development zone, so they can no longer enjoy it, so it is used to entertain these people.

Although the convoy is not short of food, they usually don't spend time cooking in order to travel. The only thing they can eat is dry and hard black bread. Being able to have a bowl of porridge during this unbearably hot time is simply a pleasure for them. .

However, the refugees who were hanging behind the convoy did not have this treatment and were stopped directly in the open space outside the town.

These refugees watched as those who entered with the convoy ate, but when they were stopped, their eyes suddenly showed the ferocious ferocity of beasts.

"Why don't you let us in?"

"Didn't I promise that we would have food and drink?"

"I want to eat too!"

These guys may not know what Hamlet went through this morning. The signs of commotion here immediately attracted the attention of the managers.

"Why are you arguing? If anyone knows the technology, please stand up now, and you can go and drink porridge right away. If not, then just wait for me. It will be your turn. We, Hamley, are not very special. , the food is enough, but if you make trouble again, get out of here immediately, you still want to eat porridge? Give me a stick first."

At this time, a few people walked up with short sticks in one hand. They had fierce faces and tough voices. Their eyes swept over the refugees while the short sticks in their hands kept moving, as if they were about to swing them out at any time.

A few people controlled the refugees with just a few short sticks and vulgar words, because they themselves were once refugees and had been dealing with refugees these days, so they knew how to communicate with these "hungry wolves".

You must be tougher than them, otherwise you will have to face the aggressive attacks of these hungry wolves once you are weak.

It is this method that allows the refugees to temporarily regain their "honest and innocent" appearance.

"Sir, when will it be our turn?"

"Sir, we have been hungry for several days."

"Okay, sir, the Holy Light will protect you."

"Fuck you! If the Holy Light is useful, why are you still using it here?" Those administrators didn't care at all when they heard this. Instead, they waved their short sticks even more fiercely, "Be honest with me. If you want to eat, you can." Be obedient to me."

At this time, these people also expressed Hamlet's request with their voices.

It's very simple. Recruit workers. If they are willing to work, they will be provided with food and accommodation. If they perform well, they can also join Hamlet.

Initially, these refugees didn't think it was anything, but when they learned about the various benefits of becoming a Hamlet, they suddenly became excited.

It can be said that most of these people, except for some technical talents, can only devote themselves to the development of the wilderness. Hamlet does not raise idlers.

Everyone is the same. If you want to become a real Hamlet, you must work long enough, accumulate enough merit, and of course, not commit any crime.

There is nothing to say about Hamlet's treatment. These requirements are not unacceptable to the refugees who don't even have food to eat. Even if they can just eat a bite of bread in this troubled world, they will choose it. Stayed in Hamlet.

At this time, those who were lagging behind the large army slowly walked up under the leadership of the figure pulling the cart.

"Why are they following?"

"Why don't you die?"

"It must be the divine punishment caused by these guys. Blessed by the Holy Light..."

These refugees had no memory of the man who had lifted the broken blade to save them from the cultists not long ago. Otherwise, not many of the two to three hundred people here would have survived.

It would be understandable if they were just afraid of infectious diseases, but the disgust and disgust on the faces of these people could not be concealed at all.

Even the previous encounters with cultists were blamed on these people. The reason was naturally the divine punishment they said.

"What's the fuss about?" The administrator immediately wanted to suppress it.

The refugees immediately pointed out the team that was at the back and seemed out of place.

"Sir, those guys seem to have been punished by God, they are contagious."

"That's right, we provoked some lunatics to attack us before. Fortunately, the Holy Light protected us and we were fine."

The administrators who were shouting in front did not notice what was going on behind them, but since they knew about it, they immediately took action. After all, it would be very dangerous if it was really contagious.

Just getting a little closer to a few administrators realized the seriousness of the problem. The church controlled the grassroots of the empire. It had already described this disease. There was no doubt that this was the guy cursed by God's punishment.

What's even more terrifying is that these divine punishments will infect people who try to come into contact with them, which adds a layer of horror to this statement.

"You guys stop!"

"Oh~ damn! Get out of here quickly!"

"Let's go, let's go..."

These managers were a little panicked for a while. They knew how to deal with the refugees, but they had no experience in dealing with this situation. They didn't even dare to get close. They could only hurriedly issue warnings from a distance to drive away these gods. Punisher.

Those people were silent, except for the figure pulling the cart who couldn't help but stop and made a hoarse voice towards the manager.

"We are just passing by and won't stop too much. We just hope to take a break and exchange for some salt and food." The masked man took out a bag and poured out a few copper coins.

If they encounter corpses along the way, they will help collect them as much as possible. Most of the corpses have been searched, but no one dares to touch some of the corpses that died suddenly due to illness, so it is possible to obtain some fragments from the corpses.

In fact, there is no need to drive them away. They themselves have always kept a certain distance from ordinary people, but if they want to survive, they must have food and water, and they also need to exchange for some living supplies.

"No, no! Leave quickly."

The administrator raised his hand in a sign of expulsion. A few copper coins may be worth the risk in the eyes of others, but it is not important to Hamlet's people at all. No one would want to trade with them.

"Get out of here, devil!"

"It's all your fault for attracting monsters!"

"You blasphemers, the Holy Light will not forgive you!"

There are already some guys among the refugees who are eager to show their kindness to the administrators, but their behavior is to abuse and force the patients in order to express themselves.

Among them, the one who screamed the loudest was the one who had thrown stones before, and was later chased to pieces by the cultists. If he hadn't been saved by the masked man, he would have died at the hands of the cultists.

But he didn't feel any gratitude to that person, nor did he feel any guilt for his actions. On the contrary, he believed that those people attracted monsters and made himself embarrassed.

It's all their fault!

The key is that there are many people who think this way. They are ashamed of their own incompetence and weakness, but blame all their problems on others.

Those who didn't dare to do anything before were intimidated by the power of the masked man, but now there are people resisting in front, and they unabashedly pour out their dissatisfaction, and their emotions have turned into hatred.

Fortunately, most of them are normal people. They are silent, but only silent...

But for the attitude of these guys, the bandaged people didn't have much reaction. They didn't seem to be surprised by this scene. The masked man didn't say anything but slowly retracted his extended hand, and carefully put down the few copper coins with a slightly trembling hand. Back inside the bag.

He turned around but did not take out his broken sword and kill these ungrateful guys. He just turned the cart around and silently left in the direction of the old road.

The bandaged men following him didn't say much, they just followed up with staggering steps.

Several managers breathed a sigh of relief, but the refugees were even more excited than they were, with proud faces on their faces like victorious generals.

"The damned blasphemer is finally gone."

"It's time to get out!"

"..."

"what's going on?"

A question suddenly broke their "victory" atmosphere. Several administrators turned around and saw the lord striding towards them.

Lance realized something was wrong when he heard Vic's words. What he was most afraid of was that those ordinary people who didn't know how to respect the strong would be killed if they provoked them.

But when he arrived, although there was a little commotion at the scene, there was no blood.

Lance walked very quickly, crossing this distance in just three or two steps. He glanced at the refugees. In an instant, they couldn't bear the gaze from the superiors, and they all lowered their heads and looked timid.

Extending his gaze again, he could clearly see those shambling weirdos.

If it was a group of ordinary people infected with the disease, Lance might just pretend he didn't see it, and whoever had nothing to do to provoke them would be better off leaving.

But the problem is that when his eyes fell on the man pulling the cart, Lance couldn't help but look a little solemn.

The aura that appeared on his body was definitely that of a powerful transcendent, and the equipment on his body was not ordinary.

At this time, Vic also followed and whispered a reminder beside Lance.

"That's the man who killed at least a dozen cultists on his own."

After hearing this, Lance no longer hesitated and walked directly towards those people.

But his action startled the administrators, who quickly stepped forward to stop Lance and stand between him and the patients.

"Sir, please don't come near them. You will be punished by God."

"Sickness is just sick! Where is the divine punishment? It's just a myth made up by those who believe that the church's divine magic cannot cure it."

Lance snapped. He hated the church's statement the most.

There are too many weird diseases in this world. The church's magic is effective for some, but there are also cases where it is ineffective.

If you are not contagious, it is said to be a test from God. If you are asked to donate money, if you go home and get through it, you have passed the test. If you cannot get through it, then it is your own problem.

When it comes to contagious diseases, it is said that the patient has suffered a divine punishment curse, or is possessed by a demon.

They directly take your property and then throw it away in a specific place to isolate people. They say they are praying sincerely, but in the end no one knows where the prayer went.

Anyway, that rhetoric puts all the problems on the patient. If the church cannot cure it, it must be your problem.

Lance had studied this in order to reform medical care, so he was disgusted by what these people said.

But he also knew that these men stopped him because they were worried that he would be infected, so he softened his tone and tried to reassure him.

"You have done a good job of being sufficiently sensitive to infectious diseases, but you still need to pay attention to your methods in the future. Leave it to me."

Changes in thinking don't happen overnight, and Lance knew he shouldn't be too harsh on them.

But luckily they met a good man today who could point a gun at him. If they encountered anyone with a bad temper, they would die by the sword.

It doesn't mean that powerful people have bad tempers, but they have a kind of arrogance. If you ordinary people dare to treat others like this, you are looking for death.

"Forget it, adults, they are all gone anyway." Vic couldn't help but persuade him.

In the past, Vic might still have believed in these divine punishments and curses, but now he sneered at such claims.

It's just that he is also worried that something will go wrong with the lord, so he just pretends it's nothing now.

"Please clarify the situation here for me. What happened just now? I'll go up with the doctor." Lance raised his hand and put his hand on Vic's shoulder next to him, pushing him back slightly, and stepped forward before he could question it. Walked up.

His trait [Natural Purification] is immune to disease and poisoning, and Greendale has a special constitution and is not afraid of these, but Vic is still an ordinary person.

Greendale seemed to have sensed Lance's plan, and followed directly without stopping.

"Wait a moment!"

Lance called out to those people, and the masked man stopped and couldn't help but look back.

The two looked at each other, and Lance felt that his eyes were not very good. The eyes under the mask were a bit cloudy, and the body movements were a bit uncoordinated. It was hard to believe that this body could kill more than a dozen cultists on its own. .

Lance was also quite curious that a super strong man was suffering from illness and reduced to such a situation.

"Hello, I am the lord here. I am sorry for their attitude towards you just now."

Lance approached but didn't know why he was alerted.

"Don't come here, the curse will infect you."

Having suffered that kind of treatment just now, but now he is still thinking about others, this kind of person really makes Lance admire him.

They bear such a burden with grace and humility that even the able-bodied can lament.

"I know it's contagious, but getting sick is just getting sick. There is never any divine punishment or curse. It's just a contagious disease."

Lance had no intention of stopping and approached with firm steps.

Of course, the masked man's stiff reaction couldn't keep up with Lance. When he reacted, he saw the man standing in front of him.

Ordinary people would avoid people like them for fear of being cursed. He didn't expect that he would actually dare to get close to them.

But what shocked him even more was what the man said next.

"I am Lance, Lord of Hamlet, and you will find help in Hamlet!"

Thanks to [Ban Jiesheng] for the 100 reward