Mi Shan's words were met with a look of contempt from the old squires. In their opinion, this guy who didn't do his loyalty for the lord was not only greedy for life and death, but also had no shame to say such things out. And if they were themselves, they would have broken into the manor and brought back the body of the lord!
George did not know that his minions were fantasizing about the miserable death of the boss, and did not care much about that choice of Mishan in the first place.
In his opinion, this kind of situation naturally should not be pointless to send to death is right.
Moreover, he is more thorough in this view than Yoneyama's - Yoneyama at least hesitated and has been guilty inside.
But this is, after all, a time when faith and honor are paramount, and the idea that profit is paramount like this is indeed still a little less.
The party kept weaving through the mists, leaving mark after mark on the road.
As the pine forest gradually dense, a crag in the distance appeared in the mists. And the crowd finally saw the fortress that Mi Shan said.
In the vicinity of the fortress wooden fence, there were still some wandering zombies.
After seeing the group of people in the mist, they didn't even dare to open their mouths to ask questions because they were afraid of disturbing the zombies. But they did recognize Mishan, who was leading the horse for George.
Those few guys who stayed on guard at the fortress were veterans who were fortunate enough to have been wounded but survived. More or less physically disabled, and all very old.
Their eyes, however, are much more resourceful than those mining slaves. So there is no foolish person who does not know how to shoot the bow and arrow on the hand.
And when they saw below, that out of the crowd of ten or so lazy guys, easily cleared the group of zombies, but also directly opened the fortress door.
The fortress, which once housed more than three hundred men and a hundred women, was much smaller than George had imagined - or very crowded.
Many of the houses are directly against the mountain wall support, the courtyard is full of crude, stinky shacks.
In the fortress inside that diffuse fog, can vaguely give see there are many or standing or sitting sluggish figures, they do not have the slightest reaction to these strangers who come in, as if the walking dead.
They are wearing shabby clothes, looks bad, many people's hair and face full of mud. Some were not even wearing anything, but it was as if they had lost their sense of cold. They were standing still, and the bruises from the beatings could be seen on their bodies.
There were not many males.
Nor were there any children or old women.
Most of the people here are thin and frail. Compared to the strong women in Stone Village, these people could be blown down by a gust of wind.
After the vehicles came in, the mining slaves did their work directly in the midst of the veterans' scolding, without glancing around or showing any emotion. It seems that their relatives and friends have long been dead. Or rather, there is no difference between living and dying.
George dismounted and walked slowly in this both noisy and silent environment. He was looking around, frowning more and more deeply.
Many of the women were already pregnant, and some were even about to give birth. Apparently even though most people were about to starve to death, those who could eat well did not stay idle.
And there is no good contraception in this era, which makes these years, there have been people in labor.
But he was not hearing any babies crying.
The place was dead silent, but full of desperate sounds.
George could not help but feel a little depressed.
A cripple with bad teeth came out of a shack. While tying his belt, while playing with the two stragglers after a while, then only turned around and looked over towards Mishan.
Then he saw the cold-faced young man standing in front of his boss.
After seeing Mi Shan's greenish face, a cold sweat suddenly broke out on the cripple's brain, and he hurriedly leaned over with a limp, kneeled on the ground, and crawled to George's feet to kiss his shoes.
"My lord, this is my old subordinate 'Jim', a little horny, but has not done anything bad-" Mishan's face was a little nervous, could not help but dry throat said. "He used to be my father's valet, so he knows numbers, and also knows some words, is a talent."
Although Mi Shan's words sounded a bit ridiculous, but in this era, those who can read numbers and also know some words are indeed considered talents.
It could be seen that this old guy had indeed followed Mi Shan for a long time, and probably in his eyes, he already saw this old slave as a relative - even his last relative. So he anxiously said a good word for this lusty old cripple, hoping that the baron in front of him would not really get upset and cut off the head of this somewhat nasty-looking guy and rub it on top of the pole.
George did not seem to hear his words, did not say anything. He kicked the dog away from his feet and looked around the house, the bowl and the garbage pile. Gradually his brow was relaxed.
There was no meat in any of those people's pots. There were no small bones on the ground either.
'Although it is true that this place is very bitter, but if there is a trading channel, with the resources of the coal mine, there is indeed no lack of food. And although the survivors were as if they were empty shells, there were no people who were dying of hunger... So, those babies should all be abandoned...''
But he was still a bit annoyed in his heart.
''There really is a kind of leader, there is a kind of subordinate ah.'' George didn't bother to pay attention to the scum who would keep crawling and following his feet, kicked him away again and looked at the two stragglers who were leaning lazily in front of the door, full of curiosity and sizing him up.
The tall one, who had the audacity to throw winks at George, even laughed hahaha after seeing him blush and turn his gaze away.
They were both clean and wore the most complete clothes - just not too fond of wearing them.
''The ones who live best are these scum and stragglers.''
He had probably learned that the survivor camps that existed in this world, what kind of eggs they were.
He could also understand the camp's operator, Yoneyama - if it were him, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to control all the people under his control.
What they do in private, at night, the chiefs can't know everything.
The leaders oppress the entire survivor camp, and there is oppression and bullying among the lower classes in the survivor camp.
As a chief, if you don't want to have your head cut off at night, sometimes you have to turn a blind eye, even if you feel uncomfortable in your heart.
With just a few stragglers, it is obviously not enough... Want to make those subordinates who have not yet become walking corpses obedient, I'm afraid he can only take this indulgent way.
After all, even the asylum, there is no complete abstinence, but has always had three prerequisites - first, you love me. Second, there is enough food, and third, to assume the obligations of a father.
And since the people's three views continue to build, and constantly have self-morality. These things, even if he does not go to explicitly prohibit. Those soldiers who have a sense of honor, but also do not care to do that kind of forced others nasty things.
What's more, these brave boys are also fascinated by the girls.
So, this time, what I saw with my own eyes, suddenly also let the lord who has been sleeping in the shelter, a comfortable dream, more or less have some psychological shock.
"The other powers, too, are all living like this?"
"My Lord, no matter what period of time, what territory, there are people who live at the bottom. And in every territory, no matter what class, there are people who have a good life, a bad life... This matter, even the lord can not do anything about it... After all, things are just a little too lacking, order, has long ceased to exist ..." Mishan said with a sigh.
The lord just walked quietly in the territory, did not speak, Mishan followed the lord's gaze and watched up.
He saw the veterans, those things taken out of the house were put on the car in a disciplined manner, even the black sausage did not hide one (except for the tallest-looking guy with one in his mouth).
If this is because of discipline, then Mishan can understand, after all, in that battle, these 'powerful knights' have shown their style.
But they actually to many good food, are disgusted, this can't help but let Mishan feel more and more surprised.
He became more and more convinced that this group of knights, is from the Church's pampered, not a grain of sand in the eyes of the lord.
And this lord, perhaps is which the great holy church out of the people!
Suddenly, Mishan seemed to think of something, he was scared out of his cold sweat, hurriedly defended and said: "Lord! We don't eat meat here - I mean, we don't eat people!"
"Eat meat? Is this kind of thing common?" George had walked to a table by this time. He copped a jug of 'wine' and smelled the strong sour smell that was in it and frowned in disgust.
George knew this sort of thing was common, but he needed to maintain an appearance of casualness and ignorance in order to get Mishan to relax.
He was curious to hear what he would say about it.
"My lord, not only is it common, but there are people who buy and sell it privately - although the various lords have ordered this trade banned, it hasn't had much effect... Those people call this 'cargo' bipedal sheep. But they only buy the live ones, the dead ones are not bought. One is because the meat is not well preserved, and the other, is afraid that what they buy is zombie meat - that stuff will kill you even if you cook it for a day and eat it."
George nodded and did not speak.
"My lord, you should have seen it. This is a coal kiln." Mishan swallowed his throat and said, "It's much more cost-effective to buy and sell coal than to buy and sell people. Not only me, but the last man who occupied this place never bought or sold people. According to his words - even the most useless waste, can be thrown into the coal kiln, to squeeze the last ounce of value ... This kind of statement betrays the faith of the knight, I do not agree. But in order to survive, I do follow the hard labor here, after all, we need to exchange the coal mine for food, and also always need someone to do some work to do - but we definitely do not eat people here!"
"Mishan." George suddenly turned his head, looked him in the eye, and asked, "How much can a man, now, exchange for something to come?"
"Two pieces of black bread a person."
George pursed his lips and did not utter a word.
In his former impression, the Black Pearl Valley, an extremely rich land, had never lacked food...