On the third day, outside the East Gate of King's City. ([
Nightingale was hidden in the Mist, quietly watching the group of ragged refugees. Under Echo's Sound Transmission Spell, they were summoned in waves, following the Knight Brian as they slowly moved towards the pier.
Now they didn't have to walk around the edge of the refugee camp like they did two days ago, separating the crowd bit by bit. The large number of refugees had also attracted the attention of the rest of the people. As long as a group of people were pulled away from the edge, there would be a continuous stream of people following them. Even the guards on the city wall noticed what was happening at the foot of the wall, but for them, they couldn't wait for the refugees who emitted a foul smell to leave as soon as possible.
The whole plan was progressing very smoothly. There weren't many refugees left in the East City area, and the people of the North Gate were taking the initiative to come here. Probably before sunset, everyone would be able to smoothly leave by boat.
While everyone was busy, only she seemed relatively leisurely. Echo was surrounded by layers of "mercenaries" who were responsible for guiding them, and Lily was under the heavy protection of the First Army, making purifying water. Her own guard work seemed a bit redundant.
Only when the "mercenaries" dispersed to carry the seriously ill patients who couldn't move, did she need to be vigilant. At this moment, Nightingale saw Echo looking up at the magnificent East Gate and sighing softly.
"What's wrong?" She walked up and asked.
"Nothing, I'm just a little sad." Echo's expression was a little sad. "Before I was sold to King's City, I suffered a lot along the way. I originally thought that the people of Graycastle were so cruel to me because of my identity as a Sand Nation, but now it seems that they are also ruthless to their own people, not much different from the people of Iron Sand City."
Thinking that Echo had been bought and sold as a slave, Nightingale didn't know how to comfort her. In the end, she could only pat her shoulder. "But not everyone is like this. There are many people with good intentions, such as the sisters of the Witch Cooperation Association, such as … His Highness Roland."
"Do you think … His Highness can really stop disputes?" Echo said in a low voice, "Whether it's the Six Kingdoms, the Sand Nation, the Fjords, or ordinary people and witches, can they all live together freely and peacefully without fighting each other?"
"If it's His Highness, I think he can do it," Nightingale replied in an affirmative tone. "It's not those strange machines and powerful cannons that make me feel this way, but he himself... I always feel that His Highness is not the same kind of person as us."
"Of course he's different from us. He's the Prince of Graycastle."
"No, it has nothing to do with identity." She shook her head. "I don't know where this feeling of difference comes from. It's just intuition. Probably only a person like His Highness could come up with so many strange theories … Even the witches' abilities, he wanted to study them over and over again, so his way of thinking was different from others. In any case, 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 her face immediately diluted a lot. "I hope that when that day comes, I can also return to the Southernmost Region to take a look."
Confidence? In a way, yes, but in another way... she was completely unsure. Nightingale couldn't help but look towards the Western Territory. She didn't know what he was doing when she wasn't there. Was he busy with those drawings and strange machines, or was he with Anna... She shook her head hard, dispelling these distracting thoughts.
Anyway, after today, we can set off to return to Border Town. Nightingale thought, when the time comes, I can directly ask him, anyway, he can't lie in front of me.
…
At noon, when they returned to the camp to rest, Lightning also slowly descended.
These days, she had been patrolling in the sky under the hot sun, and was really the hardest one in the team. In particular, in order to hide her figure, Lightning had to put on a special "sky camouflage" coat made by Soroya. Not only was her body tightly wrapped, but even her head was covered. This coat, which had been given a strange name by His Royal Highness Roland, was obviously not designed for beauty. It was painted with a layer of light blue and gray patterns, and when flying in the air, it was almost integrated with the background. If one didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to find her existence.
After landing, the first thing the little girl did was to take off her coat, grab a water bag, and fill her stomach with water. Nightingale saw that her clothes were soaked in sweat, her forehead and the tip of her nose were covered with beads of sweat, and her white cheeks were left with a circle of marks from the pressure of her windproof glasses.
"You've worked hard," Nightingale squatted down and helped her wipe the sweat.
"Fortunately, these people didn't come from the Eastern Territory endlessly," Lightning stuck out her tongue, "Otherwise, I would have really fainted from the sun."
"Will you be able to go home tomorrow?" Lily listlessly walked to Lightning's side, "I haven't taken a shower for several days, and my whole body feels uncomfortable."
Nightingale couldn't help but laugh out loud. In the Witch Cooperation Association, no one had had time to take a shower for more than half a month, and no one had complained about it, but now it had only been a week. She suddenly thought that the bathroom and the soap might be all part of His Royal Highness Roland's "conspiracy." Since he knew about those strange and useful things, it would be very difficult for the witches to make up their minds to leave Border Town.
However, the tranquility didn't last until the end of the shipment. After lunch, Theo, who had gone to King's City to inquire about information, came back with bad news.
"You mean … Dreamland Water is gathering its subordinates, and is planning to surround the pier?" Iron Axe frowned.
"Yes, perhaps they are planning to surround the pier." Theo corrected him, "The first part is a confirmed fact, but the latter part is too bizarre, so my informant isn't sure. Now the other Black Street organizations in King's City have taken action, in case Dreamland Water suddenly attacked their own territory. However, compared to the other side deliberately releasing a smokescreen to surround the pier, I believe that they themselves leaked the information, which is very common for Rats. After all, most of the members of the Black Street organization are gangsters or dregs, they simply can't be considered a strict organization. If the information is correct, then Dreamland Water should be under the instigation of some force, otherwise it would be very difficult for them to leave their territory. "
"A group of rats," Iron Axe said indifferently, "But will these people running around affect your plan to sell the medicine?"
"It shouldn't be," Theo said, "They can't interfere with the patrol, so it's unlikely that they will obstruct me from going in and out of the side door. As for after entering the city, the Skeleton Fingers will provide protection for the convoy carrying the medicine. I'm just worried about you, because tonight I have to stay in the city to supervise the sale of the purified water, so I'm afraid I won't be able to see you off tomorrow morning. "
"It doesn't matter," Iron Axe patted his arm, "When His Royal Highness comes to King's City, we will see each other again."
Just as Nightingale expected, at dusk, the last batch of sailboats carrying refugees slowly left the pier, heading towards Silver City. The remaining more than three hundred people who didn't want to leave King's City were ordered to disperse by Iron Axe.
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