The next refugee registered in Lucheng appeared to be a woman. She wore a worn animal skin hat and her clothes were as shabby as the other refugees. There was also a coal-like mark on her face.
But her pupils were dark blue, which was completely different from the eye color of the people of Skare. More importantly...
"Why are you wearing this tattered clothing?"
The first sentence Lu Cheng said made the woman stop in her tracks instantly, and the words she was about to say were choked in her throat.
"I don't understand what you're talking about?" She reacted quickly, her voice full of confusion.
"I remember you came here on the second train, number four. Your clothes weren't so shabby then."
Lu Cheng not only remembered her, but also had a deep impression of all the more prominent people among the refugees.
The reason why this woman left a deep impression on Lu Cheng was that she was one of the best dressed among all the refugees, which means that before she came, she was not a refugee but a noble.
But when she came here to register, she changed into this shabby clothes.
"I'm the daughter of a merchant. My father asked me to dress like this because he was afraid we would be hijacked on the road." There was a hint of panic in her voice, and it sounded like the truth.
"Your father?"
In response to Lu Cheng's question, another old man, also dressed in rags, walked out from behind the tent.
Lu Cheng certainly remembered this old man, but when they were in the Royal City of Skarre, the way they got along was not like that of father and daughter.
However, Lu Cheng did not expose her little tricks, but just asked the woman's name step by step.
"Nancy." She said her name directly.
"You are businessmen by profession, but you don't look like people from Scarre?"
The maps that Lucheng has currently obtained are only those within the territory of the Kingdom of Skarre. The maps of other kingdoms and their cultural landscapes still need to be investigated.
Most of the people of Koskare have black hair and red eyes, but their hair color is light gold and their pupils are dark blue.
"We are merchants from Xiu Enzhe who came to the kingdom to do magic pattern cloth business. When the blood crystal beast broke out, we were trapped in the Kingdom of Skare for almost a year."
Her series of explanations sounded impeccable. After Lu Cheng confirmed her father's identity again, he entered the registered data into the computer file.
"Bed Three and Four, Battalion Seven, here are the keys to your lockers and your identification."
Lu Cheng handed the keys and identification to the father and daughter and asked a soldier to take them out of the camp.
"Do you want to monitor them?" Tiehuan asked in a low voice.
"Keep a close eye on their movements. The surveillance of the camp needs to be kept running after a hydroelectric generator is built."
Lu Cheng could feel that the woman named Nancy was hiding something, but Lu Cheng did not sense any hostility from her.
"Next." Lu Cheng now needs to focus on refugee registration.
… …
"Nancy Hall..."
"You should call me by my first name now, father."
As soon as Nancy walked out of the registration tent with the two bunches of keys, the old man next to her couldn't help but wanted to say something, but was quickly interrupted by Nancy.
"Nancy, my child... the disaster of the blood crystal beast has subsided. Why don't you return to the Kingdom of Xiu Enzhe? Many people are worried about your safety." The old man's voice was full of confusion and worry. "And we can't be sure what the purpose of this group of people gathering these refugees is."
"I know why you're worried, father." Nancy followed closely behind the soldier who was leading the way for them, and whispered to the old man beside her, "According to our history, the army gathered refugees from other countries just to enslave them to work, but if they really became our slaves, would they have gone to such great lengths to rescue us?"
"this…"
The old man was speechless for a moment. During his time in the Royal City of Skare, he saw with his own eyes these soldiers with red crosses on their arms pulling seriously injured refugees back from the brink of death one after another.
"And the food they give us isn't for slaves," said Nancy.
"Then what's the point of them gathering so many refugees? It's too stupid to do it just out of kindness."
The real identity of this old man is actually the butler of the girl next to him. As a butler, he also served as a soldier when he was young, so he clearly understands that the best outcome for refugees falling into the hands of other countries is to become serfs, and the worst outcome is to become slaves who are worse than livestock.
"Maybe they just mean well?"
When Nancy said this, the soldier had already brought them to the tent where they lived.
Due to the language barrier, the soldier just gestured for them to come in.
Nancy understood the gesture and nodded slightly. She pulled open the curtain of the tent and walked in... Camp Seven was a small tent with a total of five bunk beds. The first bed had been occupied by Derek and his sister. Nancy and her old housekeeper became neighbors of the two siblings.
"Hello!"
Derek's sister Tata was full of energy. When she saw Nancy come in, she greeted her enthusiastically.
"Hello..." Nancy also greeted the other party, but before Tata could say a word to Nancy, he ran to the other side of the tent and greeted others.
"I'm sorry," Derek apologized. "My sister is a little excited about sleeping in a quilted bed."
"fine."
Nancy didn't say anything, but just sat on the lower bunk of her bed.
"Father, this doesn't look like a place where slaves live."
Nancy touched the soft green mattress and the quilt that was so soft that she seemed to sink into it.
If this place was really a place for slaves to live, having a bed would be a luxury, let alone a quilt that was so clean, tidy and soft.
"This... I still can't figure it out. They should be a foreign army."
The old butler glanced outside the door curtain and found that the soldiers had left, then he lowered his voice and spoke to Nancy.
"If they really want to invade the Far South, they will need a lot of manpower. The Queen of Scarre should have sold these people as slaves to the army." said the old butler.
"This place called a tent doesn't even have a door. If they really want to enslave us, aren't they afraid that we will run away by arranging us to live here?"
Nancy tried to talk the overly nervous old housekeeper down with words.
"Even the most powerful Far South Empire needs a large number of slaves to support it, especially when expanding into new areas. Whether it is farming or mining, a large number of people are needed. If all the people in their country are free people... that would be too..."
"Too expensive, isn't it?"
Nancy knew the cost of raising a group of free people and a group of slaves. To the rulers, slaves were just objects. There was no need to consider their feelings. Everything they had was everything the rulers had.
But if the rulers want to extract benefits from the free people, they still need to go through something troublesome like taxes.
"What if the country was strong enough to feed so many people?" Nancy asked.
"It's possible for a small country like the Gemansis Secret Order, but it's impossible for a large country like the Far South Empire with a population of tens of millions."
The old butler shook his head. In his opinion, the group of people in green clothes came from an organization similar to the Gemansis Secret Society. Half of them were spellcasters who mastered powerful magic, and the other half were ordinary people responsible for logistics.
"This is also a possibility, but is there another possibility?" Nancy sat on the bed and quietly looked at the 'Precautions' on the back of the ID card.
These precautions were handwritten in the common language, but the handwriting on the two identity certificates was exactly the same, with not a single difference at all, making them perfect copies.