On the third day, outside the east gate of the capital. ([
Nightingale hid in the fog, quietly watching the group of ragged refugees. They were summoned in wave after wave under the echo's telephony technique, and slowly moved towards the pier following the knight Brian.
Now they don't have to walk through the edge of the refugee camp as they did two days ago, breaking up the crowd bit by bit and leading them away. The transfer of a large number of fugitives made the remaining people also notice this. As long as a wave of people is pulled from the edge, people will continue to follow. Even the guards on the city wall noticed what was happening at the foot of the wall, but for them, they wished these fugitives who smelled stinky to get out of the way.
The whole plan is progressing very smoothly at present. There are not many refugees left in Dongcheng District, and the people from the North Gate are actively moving towards this side. Probably before the sun goes down, everyone can leave by boat.
When everyone was busy, she was the only one who seemed to be more relaxed. Echo was surrounded by layers of "mercenaries" who were in charge of the reception. Lily was making purified water under the protection of the heavy soldiers of the First Army, and her escort work seemed a little redundant.
She needs to be more vigilant only when the "mercenaries" are scattered to carry critically ill patients who cannot move. At this moment, Yeying sighed softly when she saw that Echo was looking up at the magnificent Dongcheng Gate.
"What's wrong?" she asked as she stepped up.
"It's nothing, I'm just a little emotional," Hui Yin's expression was a little sad, "Before I was sold into the capital, I suffered all the way, I thought that the people of Greycastle treated me like this because of their alien status as sand people. Cold, now it seems that they are equally ruthless to their own people, and they are not much different from those in Iron Sand City."
Thinking that Huiyin had been bought and sold as a slave, Nightingale didn't know how to comfort her for a while, so she finally patted her on the shoulder, "But not everyone is like this, there are many people with good intentions, such as sisters of the mutual aid society, such as... Roland Your Highness."
"You said... Your Highness can really stop disputes?" Echo whispered, "Whether it's the Great 6 Kingdoms, Sand People, Fjords, or ordinary people and witches, they can all live together freely and peacefully without having to fight with each other. Is it?"
"If it's His Highness, I think he can," Nightingale replied in a positive tone, "It's not those strange machines and amazingly powerful artillery that give me this feeling, but he himself... I always feel that Your Highness and we are not the same. The same kind of people."
"Of course he is not the same as us, he is the prince of Greycastle."
"No, it has nothing to do with identity," she shook her head, "I can't tell where this sense of difference comes from, it's just intuition. Probably only someone like His Royal Highness can make up so many bizarre theories... Even The witch's ability, he wants to study it over and over again, is different from others in terms of thinking. Anyway, no matter what amazing things he creates, I won't be surprised. "
"You really have confidence in him," Huiyin burst out laughing, the sadness on his face suddenly faded a lot, "I hope that when that day comes, I can also go back to the extreme south to see."
confidence? In a way, but in a way... She's totally unsure. Nightingale couldn't help but look towards the west, wondering what he was doing when he wasn't there? Is it busy with those blueprints and strange machinery, or with Anna... She shook her head vigorously to dispel these distracting thoughts.
Anyway, after today is over, we will be able to set off and return to Border Town, Nightingale thought, ask him directly when the time comes, anyway, he will not be able to lie in front of him.
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When I returned to the camp at noon to rest, the lightning also slowly descended.
These days, she is patrolling the sky against the sun, and she is really the hardest one in the team. Especially in order to hide her figure, Lightning had to put on a special "sky camouflage" coat made by Soraya, wrap her body tightly, and even cover her head. This dress, which was given a peculiar name by His Royal Highness Roland, is obviously not designed for aesthetics. It is painted with a pattern of light blue and gray and white, and it almost blends into the background when flying in the air. If you don't look closely, it will be difficult to her existence.
The first thing the little girl did after landing was to take off her coat, grab a water bag and fill her stomach with water. Nightingale saw that her clothes were soaked with sweat, her forehead and nose were covered with beads of sweat, and there was a circle of marks made by windproof glasses on her white cheeks.
"It's hard work," Nightingale crouched down and helped her wipe off the sweat.
"Fortunately, these people didn't come from the east in an endless stream," Lightning stuck out his tongue, "otherwise I would have been stunned by the sun."
"Can I go home tomorrow?" Lily walked listlessly to Lightning's side, "I haven't showered for several days, and I feel sick all over."
Nightingale couldn't help laughing out loud. It was clear that when they were in the mutual aid club, everyone didn't have time to take a bath for more than half a month, and no one complained. It's only been over a week now. She suddenly thought that the bathroom and soap might be all a "conspiracy" by His Royal Highness Roland. Since he knew those strange and useful things, it may be difficult for the witches to make up their minds to leave Border Town.
However, the calm did not last until the end of the delivery. After lunch, Thassa, who went to the capital to inquire about information, brought bad news.
"What do you mean... Dreamland Water is gathering his men and planning to surround the pier?" Iron Axe frowned.
"Maybe I plan to surround the pier." Thassa corrected, "The first part is a definite fact, and the second half is too bizarre, so my informants are not sure. Now other black street organizations in the capital have taken action. Get up to prevent the dream water from suddenly attacking your own territory. However, rather than saying that the surrounding pier is the smoke released by the other party deliberately, I believe that they leaked the news in the middle. This is very common for mice. After all, black streets Most of the members of the organization are scumbags or scumbags, and it is not a strict organization at all. If the information is correct, then the dream water must be under the instigation of a certain force, otherwise it will be very difficult for them to leave their own territory. thing."
"It's just a group of rats," Tie Axe said nonchalantly, "will these people's scurrying disorder affect your drug sales plan?"
"Probably not," Thassa said, "they can't get their hands in the patrol, so it's less likely to block me in and out of the side door. As for entering the city, the Skull Fingers will provide protection for the convoy of potions. I'm just worried about you, Because I have to stay in the city tonight to supervise the sale of purified water, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you off tomorrow morning."
"It's okay," Tie Axe patted his arm, "When His Royal Highness comes to the capital in person, let's see you again."
Just as Nightingale had predicted, when dusk came, the last sailboats carrying refugees slowly left the pier and headed for Silver Light City. The remaining 300 people who were unwilling to leave the capital were ordered to be dismissed by Iron Axe.
Then everyone evacuated to the other side of the canal, waiting for night to fall. (.)8