Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

A few lazy seabirds circled over the beach, making a few crisp chirps.

The tribe members who were fishing in the nearby sea returned by boat, dragging boxes full of seafood and humming a Victorian ballad called "Towards Her Light". The whole song has a very Disney style, especially the chorus part with several consecutive "Victoria"s, which is very magical.

It seems that songs produced by Siren Records, Terra's most famous record company, are also popular here. If the producers knew about this, they would be very happy and might even want to develop the music industry here, such as using this island as a filming location for a MV.

Needless to say, it was Miss Chief who taught them to sing this song. For someone from Victoria's most fashionable circle, mastering a large number of the latest pop songs is a necessary skill. Miss Chief also appeared in a certain MV of Siren Records, although there were only a few shots.

Feng Qingyu and Wei Cao walked along the beach, enjoying the evening sea breeze.

The beach still retained the warmth from being exposed to the sun during the day, the waves on the sea were jumping with golden spots of light, and the sun was slowly sinking from the horizon, leaving only a little red afterimage.

As night falls, the Dakhla tribesmen, who are also islanders, light up lights in various parts of their territory. Except for this territory, other places are shrouded in silence and darkness.

"We should go back now. There's a dinner party waiting for us."

The chief jumped on his horse, and Feng Qingyu and Weicao followed behind him.

The road is not as easy to walk on after dark, and you need to carry a torch to illuminate. The beach is not far from the territory, only a few kilometers away, and you can quickly return to the starting point by riding a horse.

The tribal guards stood at the door to greet them, and surrounded the chief as he walked into the two iron doors with a unique design.

Feng Qingyu dared to bet that the two doors were also bought from Victoria. Items from Victoria could be seen everywhere in the tribe. The chief was not completely isolated from modern society. He obviously purchased some items from the market regularly, which was similar to Sargon's tribe.

It is most appropriate to maintain the primitive lifestyle while contacting the people and countries on the land. This will neither lag behind the times nor allow the tribe to absorb the strengths of the times and become stronger.

The chief had some ideas about the development of the tribe. The outer walls of the territory were built to be particularly solid. They were not made of easily-breakable logs, but high-hardness alloy materials produced in Colombia.

The dinner was held in the square of the territory.

The square is a flat open space. The banquet style of the primitive tribe is very rough. The simple big table is filled with food. There is no attention to the art of plating, just filling the oversized plates.

The amount of food on the plate can no longer be described as "super large". It is conservatively estimated that it can fill a standard washbasin.

Vegetables and meat are also self-sufficient products. The dishes are not as sophisticated as those in restaurant kitchens. Grilled lamb chops and steak are the main dishes, and vegetables are made into salads or soups.

The taste and cooking methods of the food were very different from Feng Qingyu's usual habits, but she had been hungry for several days and almost forgot what it felt like to be full. The crudely cooked but unique ethnic food also had a unique appeal, allowing her to throw away her eating habits and have a full meal.

No matter how rough it is, it is better than the charcoal-grilled sandworm legs that the doctor strongly recommends. The doctor's taste in food cannot be understood by normal people's thinking. At least the food people eat here is normal and not bland.

Their enthusiasm can be seen from the mountains of grilled meat, although 99% of this enthusiasm is to give face to their chief.

Two scantily clad, extremely sexy film beauties served them two dozen bottles of Victoria beer, each with a beautiful transparent glass.

When you add ice cubes to beer and drink it in one gulp, all your worries are forgotten.

"I must be dreaming..."

Feng Qingyu stared at the bonfire in the distance, the cool and slightly bitter taste of the wine lingering on the tip of her tongue, the bubbles of beer stimulating her tongue and making her scalp numb. She almost forgot that she was still worried about where to hunt wild animals at night to fill her stomach.

The past few days had been filled with so much that the reason why she left the Rhodes Island team and Londinium had become unclear. It was not until a Sarkaz appeared at the dinner that she suddenly remembered that she had gone out to find the supply line of the Sarkaz Sea entrenched in Londinium.

My dizzy head seemed to be filled with cold water and I suddenly woke up.

The Sarkaz that could be tracked are now missing, and very little intelligence has been gathered. We only know that the Sarkaz have a supply line in Red Ridge Town within Londinium.

Although the gains were small, they were not completely fruitless. As long as they could contact Rhodes Island and inform the team on the mission of the location of the supply line, they could send people to intercept or destroy it.

The reeds next to him still looked melancholy, and could not blend in with the cheerful atmosphere of the tribe. Feng Qingyu was already able to chat and laugh with other tribe members, telling them that he worked in a serious medical company called Rhodes Island. If there was a chance in the future, he would ask Kal'tsit, the head of the medical department, to send a medical team to conduct systematic physical examinations and treatments for the infected people on the island.

Rhodes Island would regularly provide free medical treatment to the infected who had no money to see a doctor, and the infected who received treatment would give back some supplies, such as food and building materials. Even if those things were not available, Kal'tsit would not be angry.

One side was chatting happily, while the other side was deserted. Feng Qingyu noticed that Wei Cao was left alone, and thought to himself that something was wrong.

How could she forget that there is a socially anxious person around her?

"Excuse me, I was just introducing Rhodes Island to others. Don't you like occasions like this?"

“I don’t really like it, but I don’t hate it either.”

Weicao sipped the beer in the glass, and the golden color of the beer reflected a face with an awkward expression.

This is definitely not the expression a happy person would have.

"I'm worried."

"worry about what?"

"Look up at the sky in the northeast."

Following Wei Cao's gaze, Feng Qingyu turned around and raised his head. Half of the clear night sky was covered by clouds, and the color of the clouds became very dark, as if stained with a layer of gray-black paint.

The colors of those clouds are exactly the same as the scourge clouds.

"No way... Is there going to be a natural disaster here? Should we do this?"

47. On the Eve of Natural Disaster

"I suspect I've been cursed by an evil spirit. Why do bad things happen wherever I go?"

Feng Qingyu suddenly lost his appetite because of the natural disaster cloud. Although the large plate of meat on the table looked tempting and sparkled charmingly under the firelight, its rich aroma was like an invisible giant net, entangling everyone present.

Only those who didn't see the approaching disaster cloud could enjoy the sumptuous dinner with peace of mind. There were no disaster messengers on this island, transportation was blocked, and there were no personnel or measures for disaster warning. It was normal that they couldn't see that the cloud was a disaster cloud.

Coastal areas, especially islands in the sea, face heavy rainfall many times throughout the year. The color of natural disaster clouds is similar to that of dark clouds. Sometimes information transmission is delayed, causing mobile cities to suffer huge losses.

At present, Terra has no means to accurately predict natural disasters, and the patterns of natural disasters are also difficult to understand. The only basis for accurately judging them is weather and temperature changes.

The Rhodes Island database contains a large amount of information about natural disasters, one of which is described as follows.

[The gray, chaotic clouds were blown by the wind to the distant horizon. The fog blurred the boundary between the mountain and the sky. The temperature dropped below zero. The breath I exhaled instantly condensed into white smoke. Under my feet was black, barren land. I stepped over the destroyed buildings and continued to move forward.]

On hot summer nights, the surrounding air is indeed cooling down slowly. The thermometer on Weicao's body can display the ambient temperature in real time. Now it has dropped to more than 20 degrees, approaching a dozen degrees lower.

Although Cartagena Island does not appear on Terra's world map, it is located in the tropics according to its geographical location. The temperature is above 20 degrees all year round and it is impossible to be lower than this number unless a natural disaster occurs.

The arrival of a natural disaster is a matter of life and death, and the people of this tribe must find a place to take shelter before it passes. It is more dangerous to move to the sea now, because the natural disaster is coming from the ocean, and it may trigger a huge tsunami or a meteorite fall.

It takes various forms, and every one of them makes people feel hopeless and powerless.

Man-made disasters can be avoided by one's own efforts, but in the face of natural disasters, most people are helpless and can only migrate to avoid them. Unfortunately, Cartagena Island is not a mobile city, and Terra's technology has not yet developed to the point where a huge island can move freely like a mobile city to avoid natural disasters.

It must be painful for these people to abandon the island where they have lived for hundreds of years and go somewhere else. A short pain is worse than a long one. Obviously, life is more important than home.

Feng Qingyu placed his hand on Wei Cao's shoulder and patted him gently to comfort him.

"I'll go to Miss Chief and tell her not to worry, the problem will be solved."

Weicao had no choice but to nod and agree, waiting for her to take action personally.

When it comes to social skills, Weicao would never claim to be qualified. Since it involves natural disasters, he should let his eloquent teammates negotiate with the tribal leaders to avoid delays.

The lives of the infected are also lives. As a member of Rhodes Island, we will never treat others differently based on their background or whether they are infected or not. This has been the purpose that has existed since its establishment.

There was a drum performance at the banquet. The more rapid the drum beats and the faster the rhythm, the faster Wei Cao's heart beat and the more stuffy her chest felt. The drum beats were like a death urge, and every time it hit, it shaved a little off her health.

She was now anxious, worried that these idiots who were looking for fun would not want to evacuate, or would not have time to evacuate.

Feng Qingyu put down the glass and nimbly moved around the tables of other tribe members to the chief's table. There was also a lot of food on the chief's table, and each plate was only touched a little.

The woman who gave her body to the chief was serving beside him, and everyone took turns feeding her the wine in their cups. It was a scene of people vying for favor and trying to please her. Although it was very harmonious and enviable, there was no time to envy it now.

She pointed to the sky in the northeast above the territory. The clouds there were darker in color and more turbid than before, just like the product of a painter who spilled paint and smeared it on the paper to vent his anger.

"Miss Chief, I have some bad news to tell you. A natural disaster is coming. Before it reaches the island, you must end this banquet as soon as possible and lead your people to find a place to hide."

The chief's wine got stuck in her throat, and she choked on the sudden bad news, making a terrifying cough. Those who didn't know would think she had a sudden illness and was about to die. Two maids, who were wearing almost no cloth and had two band-aids on their upper bodies, helped the chief to calm down, muttering some slang that only they could understand.

Everyone was confused. When they heard the word "natural disaster", their faces suddenly turned gloomy and they started talking about it. Feng Qingyu suddenly received extremely unfriendly looks from dozens of people.

It is hard not to anger others when you spread the news of natural disasters in other people's territory as a guest being treated so warmly.

The barbarians think in a simple way. If they don't like someone, they will use force to make him surrender and shut up.

The angry tribesmen drew their weapons and started to make a noise from the audience.

"Chief, this girl is causing trouble, should we throw her into the sea to feed the fish?"

"This island is a paradise on earth blessed by the gods. The original high priest said that there will never be a natural disaster here. Don't be fooled by her!"

"Get them out! Get them out!"

……

The noise of the crowd made the whole tribal square noisy. Everyone vented their anger at the top of their voices and talked to themselves. The chief couldn't hear a word clearly. His head was swollen from the words of these people. Even the busiest vegetable market in Victoria was not so noisy.

The tribesmen were arguing so much that the chief could no longer bear it and took out a light-looking black pistol from his belt under his clothes. It was made by Thor Industries and the rich woman Jessica also had the same model. The etched bullets used in the pistol were very expensive, and those who could afford it had to have some assets.

The chief was originally a noble lady, so it's not surprising that she owns a gold-plated pistol.

"Quiet--"

Guns were fired into the sky, the sound was so deafening that all the noisy people were immediately silenced.

This thing is like a divine weapon to them, which can kill most living things from a distance. No one wants to violate the rules of the tribe and be pointed at by the chief. Those who are pointed at will definitely not live long.

Then the chief slammed the gun hard on the table, causing the meat on the plate to rise and fall.

"Stop making noise, let me be quiet for a while."

With the natural disaster approaching, the most uncomfortable people must be the tribal leaders. Feng Qingyu could understand their unwillingness to give up everything. It was heartbreaking for everyone to watch the things they had worked so hard to build being destroyed by the natural disaster.

If this group of people insisted on defending their home, she and Weicao would have to leave first.

48. Desert Island Evacuation

There is a saying in Yan country: "It is difficult to persuade a damned ghost with kind words."

The primitive tribes, who had no correct understanding of natural disasters, happened to be lucky in the past few hundred years and had not been ravaged by the raging natural disasters. This gave them an illusion that this was a Feng Shui treasure land blessed by the gods and would never be affected by natural disasters. Therefore, they stubbornly believed that outsiders were exaggerating and intended to disrupt the order of the tribe.

Some people used their rich imagination to think that Feng Qingyu and Weicao accepted benefits from the hostile tribe and deliberately spread rumors.

All I can say is that superstition is harmful to people, and there are some things that you absolutely cannot be superstitious about.

The chieftain was not born and raised on the island, so he might be more inclined to agree with Feng Qingyu and the others. It seemed that way at the moment. She was thinking, thinking hard, and she could see the struggle in her gray-blue eyes.

It was difficult to make the decision to evacuate everyone and abandon the territory, and the people below were also influencing her decision. If the natural disaster did not come, evacuating the territory would be tantamount to playing a trick on everyone, and the dignity of the tribal leader would also be damaged.

The most direct way of election for primitive tribes that win by force is to have a competition. The person who can defeat all challengers will automatically become the chief and command the power of the entire tribe forever. Once the chief loses his prestige, the people below will also rebel, and the person who kills the chief will become the new chief.

Sargon's tribe elected the chieftain through a kind of fighting meeting called Mavisotia, and the primitive tribes everywhere were similar. The chieftain was not most worried about his own status, but whether he could convince these people who had not received systematic education and popular science.

Feng Qingyu didn't want to rush her. There was only one way to convince her, which was to let her watch the news on Victoria's local natural disaster monitoring channel. Every city has a department to deal with natural disasters. After monitoring a natural disaster, it will convey information to citizens in various ways to help them evacuate on the spot.

For example, Longmen has multiple underground passages and natural disaster shelters. Citizens who hear the broadcast can choose the nearest shelter according to their location.

It is impossible for someone who can contact Victoria to purchase goods to completely cut off contact with the outside world, and the chief cannot completely isolate himself from the world, as can be seen from the fact that she knows how to hum the latest songs of Siren Records.

"You can connect to Victoria's network, right? There are signal towers and intercity network lines somewhere on the island. You should watch the news now. If my companions and I lied to you, we can swim back by ourselves. If what I said is true, don't think too much and run quickly."

"Ok."

The chief whispered something to one of his subordinates, who immediately left the banquet, probably to get a cell phone or something to watch the news. The tribesmen were all waiting for the chief to give a firm answer, and although they didn't dare to speak loudly, they were also whispering below.

The few minutes of waiting seemed particularly long, and Weicao glanced up at the sky from time to time. The light grey sea of ​​clouds rolled in the sky, and in the gaps between the clouds, golden lightning flashed like the eyes of a natural disaster, coldly peering at the sea, looking for a place to wreak havoc.

Generally speaking, there will be a few hours of golden evacuation time between monitoring the signal of a natural disaster and the arrival of the disaster. As long as you evacuate beyond the impact range of the disaster, you can just wait for the disaster to pass and find a safe place to stay.

Feng Qingyu had several experiences of avoiding natural disasters on the spot, and could basically get a glimpse of clues from some changes in celestial phenomena.

As expected, the subordinate who left the table brought back the chief's cell phone, a Columbian peach brand phone with a bite on the right side of the peach. The temporarily shut down network was finally connected, and Feng Qingyu's communicator received several communication requests from the Rhodes Island ship.

The Rhodes Island ship can lock the location of the operators through the communicator. The operator responsible for contacting her this time is Angelina, the sister who often makes the doctor groan in the novice pool.

"can you hear?"

"Operator Kuroba, can you hear me?"

The familiar and sweet JK voice is enough to make anyone who hears it feel itchy.

"This is Hei Yu, please reply if you hear me."

"Operator Kuroba, the Rhodes Island Disaster Preparedness Logistics Team has received an urgent message from an operator on a field mission in Victoria Peninsula County. The waters near Peninsula County are about to be hit by a natural disaster of a large scale. You must evacuate immediately and seek refuge in a nearby safe area."

"Understood. Wei Cao and I will evacuate to the safe zone immediately. Thank you for your reminder. Please say hello to Rhode Island for Wei Cao and me. That's all. We'll contact you later."

The communication ended here. Feng Qingyu didn't dare to greet Jie at this time. At least he had to ensure that he could evacuate before the natural disaster came and his life would be safe.

She had specially turned on the speaker for the communication between her and Rhodes Island so that everyone present could hear. The chief also used his mobile phone to access the natural disaster monitoring channel. Two Waifan hosts, one male and one female, reported to the residents near Peninsula County again and again in anxious voices.

"The Victorian Disaster Detection Agency and the Victorian Disaster Defence Department are issuing an emergency notice to all citizens in Peninsula County and the sea area. A large-scale natural disaster has been detected and is moving towards the southern waters of Victoria. Please prepare for evacuation immediately. This notice will be broadcast again..."

The news showed Victorians in panic, evacuating to safe areas. All the passages in Victoria's underground infrastructure and underground shelters were opened. Police, rescue teams, and staff related to natural disaster preparedness were directing people on the streets. It felt a bit like the end of the world.

It’s not the end of the world, but it’s better than the end of the world.