'Side River Town' next to this river, Trail Black Lake. In previous years, they never worry about eating, but this year the fish salvaged is less and less, and the fish caught this kind of thing is more and more.
After thinking about it, Baron Garvey instructed his subordinates: "Go tell the steward that there should be no fish for the banquet tonight. Take this newly salvaged fish, have a good race and distribute it to the lords - tell them to make sure to cook it before eating it."
He knew that most of the fish were still good, but it was always inevitable that some people would get caught.
Lately there had been occasional fish inside his dinner plate with the knights. But adding fish to the table today was a little less appropriate.
"My Lord, will His Excellency the Bishop bring someone here today?" A knight couldn't help but ask.
"I think so." Garvey looked at the few fishermen who were packing their fish baskets and said slowly.
Some days ago, he sent someone forward to deliver a letter. Although the messenger did not enter the Johannes territory, it was blocked back by the patrolling guards, but the letter was not only left behind, but also gave him a message - the Lord Bishop might bring a group of pioneer teams.
To be honest, that lord or not to return, this border river lord's heart, or a little bottomless. But today is the appointed day, how he should also bring people out to meet.
So, not only the knights, soldiers, servants and so on are standing at the entrance of the castle, and those in response to the things, the Baron Lord yesterday also began to prepare ...
Thinking of this, Garvey couldn't help but glance at the purple butterfly orchid that he sent someone to transplant over from the castle garden yesterday, feeling his heart like a knife.
It has been dug up and lost.
The purple butterfly orchid is similar to his late wife's name, and she also loved this type of flower that blooms in autumn. So even now, in times like these, Garvey keeps them as well as possible. So that whenever he strolls in the castle garden, he can recall those times when his wife was with him.
The wife's favorite, and the begonia outside the town.
The bark has been stripped.
Not only the tree, within the fence, including the fence around, all that can be eaten, are almost stripped away. Even the grass nearby was getting less and less.
If not for the seedlings in the fields, which are carefully guarded by the soldiers, I'm afraid that those things that have not yet grown, will also attract the robbery.
But the last few weeks have been quite good, the bishop's support over the little food, although not much, but it is to quench the thirst. Otherwise, I am afraid that half of the people in the territory, are going to starve to death before the winter harvest.
In the distance came the silhouette of horses' hooves. Interrupted Garvey's thoughts, let his heart beat faster. He raised his eyes, will be around the knights and soldiers are rushed according to the banner, fight the spirit. Then looked over to the other side.
Dust and fog tumbled together, several groups of knights with banners held high spurred their horses from the tumbling mists, in addition to the dozen or so white-robed knights of the Sanctuary that Garvey had seen, there were more than twenty gray-robed knights. They are exquisite divine pattern, equipment is also very refined, even the horses are equipped with armor and leather armor to.
Seeing the godly young bishop at the front of the procession, Garvey's heart could not help but be uplifted. He hurriedly led the men to greet them.
"Thank goodness, my lord, it was so foggy today that I thought you were lost and had to spend the night in the mountains, and was about to send someone into the mountains!"
"There was indeed a delay in passing through the swamp." George laughed aloud, he dismounted, handed the reins to a knight beside Garvey, and said, "But fortunately, I didn't get lost, or I would have missed dinner."
The other knights had dismounted by now, and the servants took the reins and prepared to lead them to the city and take care of the horses. Some of the people who had previously met with the Knights of the Sanctuary also put on a smile and took the initiative to greet them.
The knights of the Hall of Fame did not seem to be as overbearing today, and it did not take long to talk to each other.
Baron Garvey and his entourage greeted the guests as they entered the castle, but the bishop seemed to be more interested in the town beyond the castle.
At George's suggestion, some of the knights rested under the hospitality of the servants, and several of the leading knights of the Holy Church followed George, accompanied by Baron Garvey and several knights, out of the castle.
The town was built bordering the castle, and the architectural pattern was very tight. The thousands of tall buildings are mainly built of stone, they go up and down with the mountain, piled up around the castle, almost half of the hill. It also makes the roads here intricate, but as long as you see the castle at the top, you can confirm your bearings.
Only in this fog, the castle is a little too hazy...
In the centuries of camping, the town of Border River had tens of thousands of people living here at its height. At that time, the crowd was bustling, from the outside into the city of free people, and often with some livestock. And the city also has the sound of vendors everywhere.
But the once-vibrant scene is no longer, although there are still people on the road, but they are thin and yellow face, feet floating, look confused.
And those houses where the wealthy families live near the castle have withered and fallen into disrepair, many have been empty, and many are left unattended.
"The town currently has two thousand people, the residents of the residential area has been tightened to the vicinity of the castle..." Speaking of this, Baron Garvey pointed to an area at the bottom of the hill, some fences could be vaguely seen separating some of the buildings: "Look over there, quite a few houses, have been converted into fortifications."
"Well, it is indeed appropriate to use part of the area as a quarantine zone." George nodded after listening to it, and didn't seem to take the words 'fortification' into his ears. At the same time, it also made Garvey's face a little red.
There is not quite a quarantine area, compared to the quarantine area, its housing is good, but the environment is terrible...
However, Garvey coughed and said: "Inevitably, there will be many people fleeing from the refugees, and there will be people among the residents who get sick from time to time. In order to prevent the emergence of the plague, those who go out, stay there for a while."
"It is indeed not easy." George nodded his head. He found that the situation in the various territories south of the asylum was, I'm afraid, a bit more severe than he had thought.
But Garvey took over: "It is not easy, my lord - every year near winter, the monsters will gather more and more. And in the wave of corpses, there will be many hungry refugees to the territory ... But the most terrible thing is the plague and the cold winter. However, although the weather is getting worse now, the number of people who are sick has become less."
In fact, the monsters around the asylum are, indeed, becoming more and more numerous as winter draws near. It's just that the power of the asylum grew much faster than those monsters gathered, so the lords hadn't felt it.
"The cold winter is terrible, but there are some advantages. The low temperature can kill the 'germs'. And when people get sick, they develop 'antibodies' to the plague." George said.
"Germs? Antibodies?" Garvey repeated with frosty eyes.
"Ahem..." George's expression was a bit unnatural as he realized he had slipped up a bit: "Well, it's a word that one of my advisors often mentions, and he comes from the 'Forbidden Sanctuary'. You know, those wizards are always saying some strange and weird things all the time."
After hearing George's words, it dawned on Garvey.
At this time has walked to the edge of the residential activities, where the houses are a little low, the building pattern is also a little scattered. Not far away you can also see some simple houses. And on both sides of the street, there are fences around, and there are soldiers to guard the patrol. But this place seems to be deliberately isolated.
"My lord, it's not too clean in here, and it used to be a slum area. Usually foreign refugees, after inspection, would also live here. So although there are no sick people here, the personnel is somewhat complicated."
Garvey followed George as he walked along. Trying to direct this guest to other places. But Garvey was to find that this lord beside himself seemed to be very interested in that 'commoner's cave'. The footsteps did not change strolled in.
A secret sigh, Baron Garvey had to cast a look at his subordinates. The two knights saw it and turned around to the other side, while Garvey followed George towards the inner side of the street.