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Chapter 842 Sir, I Didn't Steal Bread (Update 15)

There is still a long time from when the parliament and the Dutch envoys reach an agreement, to when the envoys return for confirmation, and then to the implementation of the agreement.

The situation in the Netherlands is slowly fermenting, and it will take a long time until a single spark becomes a prairie fire.

——However, the famine still came at its own pace, in a self-contained and defenseless manner.

Lynn wrapped her fur cloak tightly and walked silently by the stream.The sky was full of wind and snow, and the vast expanse of white snow covered the entire field of vision, and only the outline of the river bank could be vaguely discerned——

Through the wind and snow, from the foot, to the stream, to the lake in the distance, the whole world is covered with snow.

Lynn sighed, listened carefully to the wind around him for a while, and then moved on.As he was walking, there was a sudden "click" under his feet, and the crisp sound of crushing ice exploded.

It was too late for him to retreat, he smashed the ice and stepped into the creek.The icy stream poured into the boots, and he couldn't help shivering shiveringly.

It's June.

This is June! ! !

Although little Gretel had reminded that this year's climate was abnormal, even in June it would be extremely cold, and frost and snowstorms were more likely... But he couldn't believe it without seeing it with his own eyes.

He bent down and patted the boot shaft lightly.The mage flew out skillfully and swept away the stream in the boot.After thinking about it, I still haven't put on a [cold and heat resistant] for myself——

Even though he was already a seventh-level mage, his long adventure career still taught him not to waste any spell, even a first-level spell.Because, maybe at some point, you will need this first-level spell to save your life.

Moreover, the existence of [cold and heat resistance] will make him lose his keen sense of environmental changes and slow down his reaction speed.In the wilderness, in unsafe places, it can be almost fatal.

"Boss, let me find the way." A small head poked out from the collar of the fur coat.After sniffing, he jumped down, his figure swelled and stretched, from a palm-sized kitten to a leopard in an instant.

It was not the black leopard that changed daily at home, nor was it an enlarged version of the black cat with a white scarf and white paws, but a snow leopard with gray and white fur and black spots.Sweeping left and right with its big fluffy tail, it immediately swept away a piece of soft snow.

"Such a heavy snow, of course, let the great Mr. Troka go ahead—"

With its four paws facing the sky, the snow leopard rolled once and then again, stood up and shook its body vigorously.The crushed snow exploded from him in all directions. If Lin En hadn't been experienced enough to take two steps back in time, he would have been covered in snowflakes long ago.

"Forget it, I can still sink in any path you can walk!"

Lynn complained angrily.Mr. Troka walked forward briskly, his big paws stepped on the snow without slipping at all, and his tail slapped the snow:

"Boss, what are you talking about! I was careless! I was not careful! Look, boss, my tail has been drawn, and the ice has not yet cracked, so you can definitely go!"

Lynn sighed and silently followed him into the wind and snow.A few miles away, at the bend of a stream under a cliff, several bison huddled into a small herd, protecting the cows and calves in the herd.

The bull lowered his head and paved the snow hard, trying to take a bite of the grass under the snow.It has dug a big hole in the snow, but there is not much grass outcropping.

Behind him was a younger bull, his ribs were already thin, his mane was messy, and he couldn't see any luster.

Lynn closed his eyes slightly, then opened them slightly.Even without using magic, the instinct of the seventh-level necromancer made him feel clearly:

These bison are not far from death.

"Ugh……"

He sighed slightly.He himself was not afraid of starvation. Before setting off for the New World, Gretel, almost paranoid, stuffed him with a space bag that could only hold 1000 pounds of goods, and 600 pounds of it was food:
Freshly slaughtered beef is extremely dried in the way of barbarians, and made into hard-to-bite beef strips;

The milk is blown dry in high-speed hot air, turning into a dry powder, which is piled up like a hill in a glass bottle;
The fat is mixed with salt, sauce, vinegar, pepper, chili and other seasonings, boiled hard, frozen into cubes like bricks, then cut into small pieces and wrapped carefully;

Snow-white candy, one can quickly replenish physical strength in the mouth, Gretel was afraid that it would not be enough, so he stuffed a few big bags of that kind of glucose powder;
Instantly freeze-dried vegetable packs, one pack per catty, filled a full fifty packs.That's not enough, two bottles of sodium ascorbate used to treat [Sea Plague]...

With these material reserves, even if Lynn falls into a desperate situation and completely runs out of food, he can survive for half a year relying on them.

Besides, he didn't have a broken hand, a broken foot, lost the ability to cast spells, and was also separated from Mr. Troka and the golden skull.Whether it is hunting, gathering, buying or exchanging with local aborigines, it is very convenient for level 7 spellcasters who want to stutter.

So far, he hasn't touched a single bite of these grain reserves!
But, if he can handle it, can these natives handle it?

As far as Lynn saw during his travels, the area occupied by the parliament in the New World is only an area of ​​one or two hundred miles inward from the coastline.Further in, along the rivers and lakes, the indigenous residents that can be affected are only three to five hundred miles away.

In other regions, on the vast land, these natives, these creatures...

The breath of cold and death permeated the land.As a necromancer, his spirituality permeates, rises, almost cheers.The more the place where the breath of death is abundant, the faster the necromancer progresses.

But, but...

Such suffering, such sorrow, is truly unbearable!

Lynn felt that his heart was getting softer and softer.Especially when I was with Gretel, I stayed in his mage tower for so long, and watched him busy every day, researching how to cure diseases and save lives.

Over time, it seems that the death of a "person" is an unbearably sad thing.

Lin En tightened his cloak, identified the direction, and continued to walk south.As they walked, there was a faint roar of beasts in the wind and snow ahead.Before Lynn could react, Mr. Troka jumped slightly, and the whole person stood in front of him:

"Boss be careful! There's—"

There are wolves.

There were packs of wolves, bears, leopards, and a not-so-small herd of bison.Lin En looked up into the distance, narrowed his eyes involuntarily, and threw a detection spell casually:
Among the herd of beasts, there was an unprecedented, strong magical aura shining.

It's not just monsters, it's—

Natural spirit!
It's the spirit of nature, who brought the carnivorous monsters in this area and hunted them himself!

"Let's go!" He called out a phantom horse, turned over and rode on it.With a flick of five fingers, all conceivable acceleration and protection spells were applied to himself and the Phantom Horse:

"Mr. Troka! Come up! Let's go at once! Go south, to a warmer place!"

Although the south is not necessarily peaceful.After the great disaster, there must be a great epidemic.Moreover, a little further south, bordering on the territory occupied by the Glorious Holy See, small-scale conflicts occurred from time to time.However, he, a necromancer, might be able to do something...

"Go south! Go somewhere warm!"

On the Great Wasteland, Elder Lana's face was ashen.Like Elder Brock, they also received advance notification from the Magic Council. The difference is that their area is closer to the east than [White Eagle] Brock's tribe——

In other words, the communication with the parliament is more distant, the mutual understanding is less, and the news from the parliament is less believed.

When the White Eagle Tribe and dozens of surrounding tribes obeyed the advice and tried their best to stockpile food, their precious wealth was still spent on spirits, jewelry, gold cups and silver plates, and even thin and dazzling silk.

And this also caused, when Baimaofeng swept everything, the thick ice did not melt, his tribe, and many surrounding tribes, had already started to run out of food.

The dozens of tribes and representatives of various factions who came to participate in Akula came to discuss with him and the result was——

"Go south! Let's go south! Go to warm places, rob, and kill according to the old method! Let those cowardly southerners hand over food, livestock, and fine wine! Go to their thick, solid houses Go here for the winter!"

The war beast neighed.

The barbarian tore off his heavy cloak, bared his chest, and roared against the north wind.

The strong woman knocked down the ram, cut its throat with a stone knife, and let the blood flow to fill the stone bowl.Set fire to dry moss and cow dung, boil mutton with clean water, and let the tribe's warriors have a full meal, so they can go a longer distance.

Children run around in the big house, waiting to pick up leftover bones...

A group of fighters a group of fighters, a tribe a tribe.Gather up and go south, roaring, wielding spears and giant axes, to seek a chance for your tribe.As for whether we can grab enough food?
Will there be strong resistance?
Even, will the south be hit by a disaster, and will there be enough food for them to grab?
Most of the barbarians didn't know it, and even Elder Lana, who made the decision, didn't know it himself.The elders, warriors, just know based on their own experience:
"No matter how disaster strikes, life in the south is always better than here! Go south! Go south! If you grab it, you will survive!"

As for not being able to get it - not being able to get it, after enough people died, the remaining food would naturally be enough for the rest of the people to eat.

In the vast wilderness, the barbarians rolled up a stream of iron and rushed southward.And in the south, east of the Netherlands, Count Askan [White Wolf] William bent down, picked up a ball of hailstone from the ground, and held it tightly:

"……Hey!"

The spring came late this year, and the summer was cold, so the grain harvest was very poor.After finally struggling to grow a little bit, it was hit like this by the hail!

Ice slag burst out from between his fingers and splashed in all directions.This aged 15th-level sky knight, with two snow-white thick eyebrows tightly tangled, looked at the large and fallen wheat fields in front of him, worried:

"We're all so cold, North, North...those barbarians..."

Every time there is a catastrophe, they come in groups in small boats!Go ashore and rob, grab food, livestock, women, children, everything that can be moved, everything!
Their Askan family, who were granted the title of Earl of the Frontier, focused on the barbarians for defense.He is almost a hundred years old, every year there are small disasters and small fights, and big disasters and big fights every year. He has watched it for 90 years!

"Pass down the order." Earl Askan's face was heavy, colder than hail scum, and greener than the fallen wheat field:
"Re-check the lookout posts on the coastline, lighthouses, and beacons, all of which must be adequately prepared. Make sure that the barbarians can get news from any direction;"

"Scrambling to harvest grain, for the wheat and corn that have fallen to the ground and have no hope, grab them back as soon as possible to make feed;"

"Strengthen the walls and clear the fields, let the people retreat into the castle as much as possible;"

"Intensify the patrolling of the cavalry, discover it at any time, and eliminate it at any time..."

He ordered one by one, and someone naturally recorded them one by one and conveyed them quickly.I only heard the horseshoes rushing away like rain, and after a while, half of the following adjutants carried them away.

Earl Askan let out a deep breath, half turned around and was about to get on his horse, when he saw his grandnephew, Otto, the grandson of [Big Bear] Albert, standing behind him, hesitating to speak.Earl Askan paused:
"What? Is there a problem?"

"No, sir! No, there is a question, sir!"

"what's up?"

"Thirty percent of the holy water that should have been allocated to us in the first half of the year has not been allocated yet!"

Otto put his feet together, stood at attention, and answered nervously.He is only a fifth-level knight, facing the pillar of the family, the 15th-level sky knight, is really under great pressure.

Moreover, as a side branch of the family, his only expectation for self-reliance is to make military achievements, and then get a fief on the border to open up outside.To achieve this, it is obviously the most convenient way to get the Patriarch's favor.

The face of this black-haired boy was flushed, and the faint fluff on his upper lip seemed to be flushed with it.Count Askan gave him a funny look:
"What do you think?"

"I think we need to send more envoys to the Holy See, especially the various churches in the territory. Perhaps, we should also organize the people to pray more? Didn't they say that only by devout faith can you receive more blessings from the Lord of Radiance? "

The old knight shook his head slowly.He straightened his back and looked far to the south, as if gazing at the holy city that shines brightly and will never fall into darkness.After a while, he waved his hand:

"You go down."

Otto bowed slightly and stepped back quickly.The old knight stared at the distant mountains in ecstasy. After a while, he stamped his feet and slowly flew up under the awe-inspiring eyes below.

The reason why level 15 sky knights are named "sky" is because they generally have the ability to fly after reaching this level.Formless flames surround his body, he overlooks the silvery hailstones around him, and overlooks the shining river in the distance, with a resounding voice:

"We frontier people support steel in our bones and flames in our blood. All difficulties and dangers are borne by ourselves! It is with this that we can gain a foothold in the border, generation after generation, year after year One year!"

"White wolf! White wolf! White wolf!"

Below, the accompanying soldiers raised their weapons and shouted thunderously.

No matter what decisions the leaders, lords, or anyone else make, when disaster strikes, the most seriously injured are always the poorest people.

Even Gretel, who was doing research in the hospital, felt this point:

In April, the poor mothers who came to the Oak Forest Hospital to give birth could barely see their faces, nutritional conditions, and hemoglobin levels;

In May, most of these low-level mothers were sallow and thin, and could fall down in the wind.Moreover, the qualified rate of hemoglobin value of blood transfusion recipients who come to the hospital to donate or sell blood has also dropped from [-]% to less than [-]%;

By June, the nutritional level of poor mothers had dropped to an extremely low level.72 hours after giving birth, the proportion of normal milk secretion also plummeted from [-]% before to a shocking less than [-]%!
Gretel had to extend the hospital stay from three days to seven days, trying to give them some nutrition.As for the price paid for this, the number of beds in the ward is doubled, and additional beds are added to the corridor, which is...

Can't care less.It is not necessary to let the mother starve to death after leaving the hospital, and the baby will starve to death in the mother's arms.

In addition to poor mothers, even the nurses working in the hospital are getting worse.That day, after Gretel had an operation, when he was walking from the obstetrics building to the training ground, he heard someone arguing from afar.

Some people scolded, some begged, some watched, and some talked one after another.The woman's voice was sharp and high-pitched, much higher than the man's.Gretel walked over slowly, and within a short distance, he heard the crowd yelling and cursing:
"Thief, thief! Bitch! Whore! Shameless thing!"

"You're shameless! You shrew—"

Scolding, yelling, discussion, and even the sound of hands scratching hair and slapping hands, all mixed together.Gretel frowned slightly, walked closer to the crowd, and raised his voice:
"what happened?"

Don't know the need for quiet in the hospital?

He swallowed the sentence back without blurting out a reprimand.As a mage and as the director of the hospital, he has almost unlimited power over these nurses and washerwomen. If he says a word, whoever tells him to get fucked will have to get fucked.

The more this is the case, the more cautious and restrained——

So he just asked a question, and turned his attention to the little Jenny who rushed over and squeezed into the crowd.

Little Jenny is already thirteen or fourteen years old. She has worked as a nurse foreman for several years, and has gradually cultivated her dignity.She should be able to handle this kind of situation, right?
Obviously, little Jenny lived up to his expectations.Standing in the middle of the crowd, with just a sweep, all the nurses bowed their heads and backed away, letting out the two who were arguing.

Little Jenny glanced at both sides, her eyes fell on one of them's skirt and the ground beside her, and she immediately said:
"Maria, are you stealing bread again?"

"I didn't!" The laundry woman subconsciously pressed the front of her jacket.More bread crumbs fell, she bent down subconsciously, crossed her right arm and covered her abdomen, trying to stop those bread crumbs:

"I don't have it!—it's my own lunch! I just, I just want to take it home and feed it to the children... Bread is getting more and more expensive, and the children are hungry..."

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