After the hiccup, the team rushed, and finally at dusk back to the area where the territory is located.
At the moment of entering the shelter, those who emerged from the mists, only felt that they had come to another world.
This sacred sanctuary without the mists, and the world in the mists have a sharp contrast. It is like a paradise island surrounded by mists, with sunshine and clouds, with blue sky.
The tower in the center of the distant castle stands tall, and the great stone bell is humming.
The veterans stepped into the territory and heard the sound at the moment, they could not help but dismount and fall to the ground with the old folk, kissing the land that smelled of sunshine.
However, in the newcomers' group, there was only a glow in the eyes of Mishan, a few soldiers, and a couple of stragglers.
The others, there was no reaction.
The vast majority of them were no different from zombies...
They have long since extinguished the last shred of hope, just to live, and live.
George turned his gaze from those people, looked at the mists surrounding the shelter, and felt a deep depression. In his eyes, the fog is constantly pounding from around the shelter, as if surrounded by a hurricane storm, at any time may sweep this paradise island drowned down ...
I hope that winter and the blood moon will come later...''
...
After returning to the territory, George took stock of the goods.
More than sixty bows, eighty long swords, more than one hundred and fifty spears and other weapons, and more than three hundred iron tools. In addition there was a small pile of iron ore and iron ingots. It added up to more than 800 kilograms of iron available in the territory!
In addition is the coal, this trip back a total of 33 carloads of coal, counting the two carloads of coal remaining in the territory, a rough estimate, the territory now has coal, has almost reached 70 tons.
'At present, counting these 86 people who are new today, the territory's inhabitants are 243 (in addition to 8 young children), less than a hundred households. A farmhouse in winter, 5-10 pounds of coal a day is enough to burn. More than twenty tons of coal would be enough to burn for more than two months.'
According to Mishan, the exchange ratio of coal to iron is between 10 and 15 to 1 per year, so these remaining forty tons of coal would have no problem exchanging three to four tons of iron ore.
And over at the coal mine, there were still more than seventy tons of coal waiting for him to transport.
After unloading these, there were a few wagons of kerosene and bottles and jars for daily needs, and as for food, there was only a pitiful half wagon. That is, 100 units (1000 kg, 500 kg).
There were two hundred people in the coal mine before, and according to the current consumption standard of the shelter, they could eat for two or three days.
"How long are you planning to eat this food?" George could not help but feel a little curious.
Mishan replied, "Two and a half weeks."
George grabbed and played with the small box of golden lions and silver foxes, nodded and didn't say anything.
After a pause, he grabbed a large handful of gold lions and silver foxes from the box, threw them out, and said to the guards, "Go and share them, you will need them in a while when the merchants come."
After a burst of cheering, the soldiers were smiling, they counted, everyone got two or three pieces of silver fox. There were a few lucky guys who even grabbed the golden lion. Jealous of the people next to them, their eyes were staring out.
Mi Shan watched from the side, his face twitched and could not help but feel some heartache. But whether it was heartache for the new boss, or for himself, I'm afraid he was the only one who knew.
When the crowd left, George secretly hid all the remaining silver foxes under Rona's bed.
...
Evening.
The asylum hadn't been this festive for some time - originally George had intended to hold a party in the castle hall, but the townspeople preferred the atmosphere of the bonfire in the square.
However, in the midst of that indoctrination work before the party started, George found that he had a mediocre probationary effect on the new people.
'Old man's penance is at least two levels, even wolves can be fooled over. But these newcomers are worse than those serfs, only a few of them have only a slight change in their eyes.' George looked at the group of refugees who were wolfing down their food and couldn't help but feel a little depressed.
He found that when these people were eating, although a little glow would emanate from their eyes, but after they finished eating the contents of the bowl, they went back to their original state.
It was as if this was a group of people who had been judged by the end and had lost any expectation of the future.
'During these years, these people have been surrounded by their loved ones, children, and the most precious things that have left one by one, and have witnessed all the ugliness and darkness of the human world. At one time, they may have been re-inspired by that false hope to live, only to utterly despair in the midst of that hope again and again."
'They have been toiling and suffering in silence, but the gods of heaven have never paid any attention to these desperate people..."
'For them, what the shelter brings them is only a more realistic dream, yet in their hearts, this dream will surely turn into a bubble in the end...'
'No, maybe... Maybe some people even know that what is in front of them is not a dream, but they have long lost their claim to life, because they have long lost the beauty of all and can never get it back. The living, just a repellent shell... Or they or, simply for...'
George pursed his lips.
Time does not erase the pain of these people and give them back their hope for life. Because what this group of people, who could not be relieved, were looking forward to, was the doomsday.
''Exactly how many more such people are there in the Black Pearl Valley? And are there believers of that ancient god, spreading their faith...'
George felt a deep depression as he realized that perhaps the trajectory of this world, from the time he woke up, could no longer be changed.
The jubilant voices of the collar people suddenly pulled him back to his senses. He shook his head in self-deprecation, shaking off the depressive contemplation he had just had, realizing that he had originally been fooling around with these newcomers, but had ended up being infected by their thoughts.
'It's not like I'm doing all this to help the God of Asylum save His soon-to-be-bankrupt branch, it's just for a little paycheck to make a living. As long as I can be one of the small group of people who survive in the midst of the end times, that's all.'
'And even if no one will live, I will be the most cheerful person in this doomsday... Well, perhaps the word 'happy' is more appropriate.'
Thinking of this, George couldn't help but happily pick up the scroll again and check out what was written on his 'bank book'.
[Shelter]
[Status: Safe]
The lord: George. George William Austin George William Austin
[Buildings: Castle (slightly damaged), tavern, blacksmith store, mill, farmhouse, cemetery
[Divine Grace: 168/471
[Resources - Food: 8661 (-28/day) Wood: 1938 Stone: 2952 Metal: 937 Magic Materials: 0]
[Heroes:1/2]
[Residents: 243/300 (+18 Divine Grace/week)
[Heroes (Guards): 1/2 (-4 Divine Grace/week)
Servants of Heaven (Artisans): 10/10 (-10 Divine Grace/week)
''Enough for a good digestion for a while.'' George, who was still a bit depressed, couldn't help but have the corners of his mouth curved slightly. In these last two days, every time when he looked at the scrolls, he had the feeling of looking at his bankbook.
By the way, he took a look at his current physical condition:.
[George. William. Austin]
Title: Priesthood (Priest of the God of Asylum)
Physique: 4.1 Wisdom: 0.8
Vitality: 20/20 Mana: 2/8] (Healed some people and consumed mana)
After putting down the scroll, George stuffed a small piece of cheese into his mouth, picked up the cup, and took a sip of wine. He joined in the festive atmosphere with all his heart and soul, enjoying the feeling of being a Boss.
Every time a newcomer joined, the old lords were very excited. And this time, their emotions were especially high.
What they had seen in that survivor camp made these people cherish the present and love the land extraordinarily.
The beautiful bagpipes rang out in the night shelter, around the big bonfire in the middle of the square, full of men and women dancing to the rhythm.
Soldiers have long joined this cheerful team, a few tired of dancing, back to the seat of the people, there will also be a lord of the people keep running over to toast.
The squires responded to the wine poured over them while taking the time to bet with their comrades around them.
Today there are a few guys who snagged the Golden Lion!
These bets are strange and strange, there is no skill to speak of. But it was a lot of fun - like kissing Alexander's ass and getting a slap on the wrist from him. Or to flip over the Charpian horse, or to get ten girls' kisses.
There were always people who came up with strange tricks to do the impossible, and there were also people who sneaked in and made people lose their money.
The boldest was a guy who ran up to Rona and confessed his love - but was viciously glared back by the lord at his side.
However, he won the money - as if he was not betting on whether the confession would be successful at all.
After a few rounds, the squires changed their game, so a few of them, in the midst of the uproar, picked up their weapons and shields and went down to duel.
These veterans have become extremely aggressive since they came out of the schoolyard. Every day to cut a few shields, or lose almost all the money in the hand, or consumed all the vigorous energy, only to be finished.
This kind of scene George is already accustomed to, know that although they seem to strike are very vicious, but in fact is all have a measure.
Of course, sometimes there will be unlucky eggs run to the tavern, secretly looking for Rona stitches.
After a few rounds, this group of drunk guys feel not exciting enough to pull Alexander up. The result was that those ten people were all easily beaten over by him.
The original Mishan has been accompanying George's side while watching the fun, while drinking and chatting with him. But after that, it was pulled down by a few escorts to 'have some fun' with him.
''These rabbits, this time I'm afraid to look away ah.'' George stroked his chin with more interest.