The outskirts of Viktor, a slum.
It wasn't the first time Liya came here, but every time she saw those crooked thatched huts that might be crushed by snow at any time, and the lifeless refugees inside, she couldn't help frowning.
Many of the refugees here are from Slovenia, the capital of the former king of Tierra. As the princess of Tierra, she always feels unspeakably uncomfortable when she sees the former citizens reduced to such a state.
Although the city lord of Viktor did not allow the refugees to enter the city for refuge, in order to prevent the refugees from making trouble, he still allocated some supplies to the refugees for emergency relief.
It’s just that the daily limited supply of food is obviously not enough for all the refugees’ stomachs. Most of the refugees have dead gray despair on their faces, and they stay tightly in the dilapidated huts, waiting for death to come.
For them who are tortured by hunger and cold all the time, maybe being taken away by death in their sleep can be regarded as a kind of happiness.
"So how do you plan to recruit refugees and make them believers in the God of Games?" The girl tried her best not to care about the plight of those refugees, and asked Manie who was sitting on the wheel of the car: "Preach directly among the refugees." , every time a person becomes a true believer, give each other food?"
Because she was hiding in the carriage just now, Liya knew very well that Mane's carriage contained a lot of dry food, and there was a sweet smell of toasted wheat in the carriage.
"How is it possible? If you do that, I'm afraid Viktor's city guards will rush over to arrest people in half a day."
Magne smiled helplessly. He found that although this girl had a mature temperament that didn't match her age at first glance, after getting along with her for a long time, he would know that she had many thoughts and was still a little naive. The surname 'Akalande' of the former royal family cannot be faked, and it gives people the feeling that she is not so much a strategic princess, but more like a reckless village girl: "After all, the Church of the God of Games has not yet arrived. When the light…”
"That's right..." Liya sighed, and sat back in the carriage dejectedly.
"I plan to take away a group of healthy young adults by hiring coolies first, and then spread the teachings of the God of Games to them on the way. At that time, it doesn't matter if they don't want to become believers of the God of Games, at worst, just treat it as true coolies, and the construction of the town also requires manpower, anyway, just make sure they don’t inform other churches.”
Magne didn't mean to be tricky, and clearly explained her plan to the girl: "And it doesn't matter if they really run away halfway and report to other churches. Anyway, as long as it's not a large-scale report, those churches won't pay attention to it." a refugee without official status."
In addition, after receiving the generous gift from the God of Belief in Games, it is estimated that few people would betray the God of Games for a small profit.
"Are you only taking young adults..." Liya asked in a low voice.
"Ah, don't get me wrong, I said that young and middle-aged men also include women." Manie was stunned, and then immediately added: "Since I served for a while in the Valla Empire's lacquer armor army that is all men, I I understand that if the number of men and women is too large, there will be some very bad problems... "
As he said that, he looked at the gloomy sky with a vicissitudes of life, as if he couldn't bear to recall the past: "If you can, please don't ask me why I know."
Liya tried her best to swallow the spit that poured into her throat.
Then she remembered her original meaning.
"No, uncle, I mean... what about the old people and children among the refugees?"
"If it is the selected young and middle-aged family members, they can take them with them. In addition, other old people and children can also follow them if they want." Having said this, Manie turned her head and looked at the girl: "But I want to make a statement in advance. , If they can’t move or even fall behind on the road, I won’t stop and wait for them.”
"I believe Your Royal Highness, you are also very clear about how dangerous it is to travel in the wild in this weather. There may be a snowstorm that can freeze people into ice sculptures at any time, ferocious beasts and monsters that are hungry in the wild, and even Some demi-races who live on looting can pose a threat to the convoy." He said solemnly: "Every moment of delay increases the risk by one point. So I will definitely not take the risk of slowing down the entire team. risk doing that."
"Well, don't worry, I understand. If that kind of thing really happens, I will definitely not make trouble for no reason."
As a subjugated princess, Liya has naturally seen many cold and cruel realities, and she will not stand and talk like a virgin whore without back pain: "After all, all the original sins are because I am too weak. If I am strong, Tiye Lara wouldn't perish, we don't need to do this kind of thing, and many tragedies would never happen. All this can only be blamed on me."
As she spoke, the girl ignored Mane's bewildered expression of "Sister, are we really on the same channel?", clasped her fingers together and clenched them into fists on her chest, praying softly and piously: "I will definitely Those who work harder to become stronger, god of games, please bless us."
Xi Wei, who was far away in the Kingdom of God, froze for a moment, and suddenly found a fanatic among his believers. He couldn't help checking the records through the divine brain, and found that it was actually Liya, who was a devout believer, at that moment. Breakthrough to the level of fanatics.
After being happy for a while, Xi Wei suddenly discovered that this girl's wish was to have the power to prevent all tragedies... It seems that the hidden profession of "Princess of War" was not wrong. If there is a candidate saint like Elina, maybe there will be an iron-fist saint whose fists can tear the sky and feet can crush the earth in the God of Games Church in the future...
While speaking, Manie and Liya had already arrived at the refugee camp.
Just as Magne was still thinking about inciting the refugees to join her 'coolie team', an old voice suddenly came from the side.
"Is it Princess Liya? The old man's eyes are right!"
Both Mane and Liya were taken aback, and they looked in the direction of the sound together.
There was a simple tent propped up by a piece of dirty rag. At this time, a skinny old man was staring at Liya blankly at the entrance of the tent, with tears running down his wrinkled dark face.
"I didn't expect to see you, Princess Liya, in this life... I have no regrets for being old..."
"You are..." Liya looked at it for a moment, and then found an old friend who looked a little like him from her memory: "Grandpa clerk?"