Our family is in decline

It soon calmed down, and about a dozen people were pulled out from inside. Judging from their bruised noses and swollen faces, they seemed to have received a lot of sticks.

"Take your things and get out." Lance glanced at those guys and said lightly.

What else could they do? They could only leave here in despair, but the hatred hidden in their eyes seemed so ridiculous that it was difficult for Lance to even get interested.

"Hamlet does not welcome those who have lost their humanity and cannot be called human beings, but ordinary people can get food and money here with their hard-working hands, and our army will also protect your safety. You will no longer have to worry about robbers and bandits... "

Lance began to speak impromptu in front of the refugees. It seemed that it did not spread the scope of this "trial" because his purpose had been achieved.

Suppression divided these guys, established authority, diverted conflicts, and gave them a vivid education lesson.

"Okay, let's share the porridge with everyone first, and then register after eating."

Lance ended his brief shout-out, and the last sentence brought the atmosphere to its peak.

What are they refugees for?

Isn't it just for the sake of stuttering? It's also for safety.

"Thank you Lord Lord!"

One person spoke, and soon similar words were sparsely heard, but Lance just waved his hand to indicate the porridge.

Baldwin is a good person, but the same cannot be said for the patients around him. They are tortured by illness, but also suffer discrimination and abuse from others. Although they have long been numb, today's scene gave them a strong enough stimulation.

I have to say that Lance's move made them feel good, because they felt the long-lost respect.

Baldwin didn't say anything about this, but his numb heart also felt fluctuations.

After Lance finished handling the refugees, he briefly communicated with Baldwin about their resettlement situation.

Leprosy is still an infectious disease after all, and placement is also very particular. Lance can't really be stupid enough to let them wander around Hamlet. This would be irresponsible to other people.

He was not a doctor. He only remembered playing a certain virus game. He probably remembered that leprosy seemed to be spread through droplets from the mouth and nose, and that there was long and intensive close contact.

So the key is to isolate them from the gathering place, so Lance plans to build an isolation camp in an open space on the outskirts of the country. Only two or three tents can accommodate more than ten people.

Then he explained Hamlet's research on plague to Baldwin and promoted those cleaning and preventive measures to them.

For example, the clothes and things you change need to be disinfected with boiling water and exposed to the scorching sun.

Pay attention to hygiene, water needs to be boiled before drinking, and excrement needs to be disposed of...

Staggering on the old road is a group of refugees. They are the guys who were driven out of Hamlet just now.

They didn't even dare to resist in front of Lance and those ferocious managers, but at this time they did not hide their ferocious faces and vicious thoughts.

"They will be cursed! They will be dead by then."

"That is, those cursed divine punishments will definitely be punished by God on the evil nobles."

"Those damn guys were going to be killed by the plague, and we escaped."

Among a lot of vicious curses, mixed with some words of self-deception, a sentence suddenly appeared.

"Do you still have anything to eat? I can't hold on anymore."

For a moment, the group of more than ten people fell into silence. They had not eaten for several days. The food was in front of them just now, but now it had nothing to do with them.

"Fuck me, follow me up the mountain to be a bandit, and then you'll eat your motherfucker!"

A guy took out the iron-like knife from his waist and said viciously, but as soon as he finished speaking, he screamed without warning.

"ah!"

He was screaming and struggling wildly, as if he was fighting something, but in the eyes of others, he was just going crazy.

But within a few seconds, his neck crooked and he fell straight to the ground, and somewhere where ordinary people couldn't see, a ghost wolf was tearing at the man's broken soul and then devouring it.

Such a strange scene left others wondering what to do for a moment, because the man died suddenly but no wounds could be seen on his body.

It is difficult for ordinary people in this era to understand this scene. It was not until this situation began to spread, and one by one died suddenly and fell without warning, that others could react.

"Ah! Devil!"

"God, have you abandoned me?"

"Oh, holy light!"

Those guys fled in all directions, but how could they escape the claws of the Void Hunter...

On the other side, Lance has already arranged to set up the camp, which actually means nailing a few wooden stakes to the ground and pulling up the tents with fabric.

He left enough supplies for them, temporarily isolated Baldwin and the others in an open space on the outskirts, and at the same time ordered others to stay away from them.

After finishing this, Lance suddenly seemed to feel something and looked at his side.

"God's punishment?" Lance raised his hand and touched the air and whispered to himself, "This is called God's punishment..."

He won't have an overnight feud, because enemies usually don't stay overnight.

Either don't do it, or do it absolutely. If he says to kill your whole family, he must kill your whole family. This is his creed.

It's just that in front of so many people, some things can't be done too strictly.

In the past, the wolf spirit could not leave him too far, but Wangcai did not have this restriction.

And why do you feel that the emotion conveyed by wealth has a feeling of fullness? Could it be that it can swallow up the spiritual growth in the void without blessing?

Lance feels that Wangcai still has many secrets that need to be studied.

"Let's go, let's talk about it when we get back." Lance took steps back to the town.

Greendale seemed to feel something, but she had no intention of speaking. She just supported him silently and chose to follow him quickly.

…………

At night, after a busy day, Master Lan finally had time to reward himself.

Half lying in a bathtub made of stacked white jade stones, the warm hot water reached up to his neck, soaking his body in it.

He hasn't even experienced the baths since they were built, but now he finally has time to relax.

This is part of the bathhouse, but it is built separately and has nothing to do with the place of business. It is neither a men's bath nor a women's bath, but is dedicated to serving him.

Lance is a bit of a modern person with mysophobia, and he has no habit of sharing such private space with others.

Therefore, it was planned at the beginning of the bathhouse design, and even the water sources and pipelines used were independent. This redundant design definitely led to waste problems, but it was very reasonable under Lance's will.

What is a privilege? This is privilege.

Power always comes with privilege, a law that cannot be escaped in any era.

But Lance doesn’t care. After fighting for so many years, can’t he enjoy it?

A moment of tranquility, complete relaxation, and finally no need to think about those messy things.

But there were soft footsteps in the suddenly quiet environment. When he opened his eyes, he saw Greendale walking in, just wrapped in a towel, with a bottle in her hand.

She usually wears large skirts and it's hard to tell. In fact, she has a plump and bumpy figure, but she is also 1.8 meters tall, which can be seen from her long legs that can't be wrapped in a towel.

Therefore, the whole person does not look fat, but has a perfect ratio of one part too much to look fat and one part too little to look too thin.

"Try this, it will relieve fatigue." Greendale said, raising her hand and pouring the potion bottle in her hand into the bathtub, spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye, dyeing the water body emerald green.

"Just leave this kind of thing to the people below to deliver it. You have been tired for a day, so there is no need to make a special trip."

"I'm indeed a little tired~"

Greendale didn't feel any discomfort when she met Lance's gaze, but took off the towel naturally.

…………

"Hmm~"

With a cry, Greendale gradually regained consciousness, and what she saw when she opened her eyes was the familiar environment.

Isn't this your room? But it shouldn't be...how did you get back?

My thoughts were a little confused last night, and it felt like a big dream.

But slowly her brain came to her senses, and she vaguely remembered being held back.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but turn slightly sideways and look blankly at the man on the pillow. I couldn't help but raise my hand to caress that handsome face.

This is not a dream...

And Lance was also awakened by this movement and opened his hazy eyes.

"Morning~"

"Did I wake you up?" Greendale reached out and hugged Lance, close to his chest, and her soft voice came into her ears, "Sleep a little longer."

Lance was also a little distressed as he held Greendale, who had lost all strength and looked weak and boneless, wondering if he was being too cruel.

"You should have a good rest today. I will take care of other things. Don't worry."

Lance raised his hand to brush away the long hair that was slightly damp from the sweat on his face, and kissed her forehead gently.

It can only be said that her physique is very special, and even her sweat has a peculiar floral fragrance.

But just when Lance let her go and wanted to get up, her trembling eyelids suddenly opened, revealing watery eyes, and she put her hands around them and pulled Lance back to the bed, saying softly.

"Don't go...stay with me for a while."

"Okay, okay." Lance did not refuse but lay down as if coaxing a child, "Go to sleep, I won't leave."

However, Greendale had no intention of sleeping. Instead, she stretched out her right hand. The vine-woven bracelet on her wrist changed under her control, revealing a... seed wrapped in it.

"this is for you."

Greendale took out Lance's hand and placed the seed in his palm.

"What is this?"

"It contains the secrets of our tribe's treasure house. Even without me, I can use this to open the treasure house."

"No, take it yourself." Lance refused simply and returned the strange seed directly.

"Why?" Greendale looked at the seeds that fell into her hands again and was a little unresponsive.

"Because it's enough for me to have you. No treasure trove is as important as you."

When you said that Greendale was unhappy, it was a lie. Her whole heart melted, but she still couldn't hide the sad look between her eyebrows.

She used to be burdened with the shackles of hatred and would not face death casually. Now that the wolf warrior is dead, most of the pressure in her heart has been eliminated.

But this time she faced Wolf Warrior and told her that some things were beyond her control, and no one knew who would come first between accidents and tomorrow.

"This is just insurance. Even if something happens to me, these things..."

"So you think I can't protect you?" Lance interrupted Greendale rudely. She didn't realize her own importance at all.

"I'm afraid..." Greendale lost all her usual calm aura and burrowed into Lance's arms like a frightened little rabbit. "I'm afraid I'll never see you again."

It seems that the fear of facing death has not been completely eliminated.

Lance held her tightly in his arms without mentioning this, and instead comforted her softly, "I know you are tired, but don't be afraid, I will always be by your side."

"Hmm~"

She was still tired after all, so Lance coaxed her to fall asleep, and he carefully put her down and stood up.

…………

"Boss! What did you do last night?" Boudica appeared out of nowhere as soon as Lance entered the house.

As he spoke, he came closer to Lance and said, "It smells like my fellow countryman. Boss, have you gone to her place?"

"Well, I discussed some more urgent issues with Dai'er last night."

"Boss, you are working so hard. Even the elders of the tribe are not as busy as you." Boudica said carelessly, "It's a pity that I know how to fight and can't help the boss."

"It's not hard~" Lance's smile was a little awkward, "It's all about serving the people."

But Boudica had no intention of leaving, but just followed Lance, which made him feel a little strange.

Looking back at her, she looked like a child who had gotten good grades in the exam, with pride shining on her face, waiting to be praised.

Lance finally knew why she was squatting on him. She was tired and confused yesterday, and she was busy dealing with several other people, but ignored the people who were also fighting for Hamlet.

"I heard that none of those cultists were your match. You killed them all in a few strokes." Lance's words of praise came out of his mouth, and the expression on his face was full of emotion. He raised his hand and patted the cloth. Dika's shoulder, "You did a great job! You protected everyone and Hamlet. I'm proud of you."

"Hee hee~" Boudica giggled. She couldn't smile so innocently after reading the book. She was holding an ax gun in one hand and scratching her burgundy hair with the other hand. Her praise for Lance seemed very useful. .

During the bloody battle with the cultists, she was satisfied with just a few light words. Sometimes what they needed was very simple.

Lance smiled when he saw her silly look, but this time it wasn't artificial at all.

"It's almost time. In a few days, you will be abstaining from alcohol for a month. Then I will watch you. Drink as much as you want until you don't want to drink anymore."

Lance might have promised that Boudica had no hobbies other than this drink, so he would satisfy her.

"Okay! Boss, you are so kind to me!" Boudica was so happy that she almost jumped up.

"OK OK……"

Lance calmed down the excited Boudica, and then began to wander around the town to handle matters.

Thanks to [Nan Qiao Does Not Eat Children] for the 500 reward.