Chapter 842 Sir, I Didn’t Steal the 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 to confirm, and then to the implementation of the agreement.

The situation in the Netherlands slowly simmered until a single spark turned into a prairie fire, and it would take a long time.

——However, the famine still followed its established pace, taking care of itself and arriving without any control.

Lin wrapped her fur cloak tightly and walked silently by the stream. It was windy and snowy, and the white snow flakes covered the entire field of vision, and only the outline of the stream bank could be vaguely distinguished——

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

Linn sighed and listened carefully to the sound of the wind around him for a while before moving forward. As I was walking, there was a sudden "click" under my feet, and the crisp sound of broken ice exploded.

It was too late for him to retreat, so he smashed the ice and stepped into the stream. The cold stream water poured into his boots, and he couldn't help but shiver.

This is June.

This is June! ! !

Although Little Gretel had warned that this year's climate was unusual, it would be extremely cold even in June, and frost and snow were more likely to occur... However, he really couldn't believe it without seeing it with his own eyes.

He bent down and patted the top of his boots gently. The mage skillfully flew out and swept away the stream water in the boot. After thinking about it, I still haven’t put on a [cold-resistant 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 to rely on 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, this can be nearly fatal.

"Boss, let me explore the way." A small head poked out of the collar of the fur cloak. After sniffing, he jumped down, his body expanded and stretched, and he instantly transformed from a palm-sized kitten into a leopard.

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

"With such heavy snow, of course the great Mr. Trocca must go in front——"

The snow leopard raised its paws to the sky and rolled, then rolled again, stood up and shook its body vigorously. Snowflakes exploded from him in all directions. If Linn hadn't been experienced and took two steps back in time, he would have been covered in snowflakes.

"Forget it, if you can walk on it, I can still sink it!"

Linn complained angrily. Mr. Trocca walked forward briskly, his big paws stepping on the snow without slipping at all, and his tail slapped the snow:

"Boss, what did you say? I was careless! Careless! Look, boss, if my tail whipped through the ice, you would definitely be able to leave!"

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

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

The younger bull behind him has become significantly thinner every rib, and his mane is messy, with no trace of luster in sight.

Linn closed his eyes slightly, then opened them slightly. Even without using magic, the seventh-level necromancer's instinct allowed him to clearly sense:

These bison are not far from death.

"well……"

He sighed softly. He himself was not afraid of starving. Before setting off to the New World, Gretel was almost paranoid and stuffed him with a space bag that could hold 1,000 pounds of items. There were 600 pounds of food in it:

Freshly slaughtered beef, extremely seasoned in the savage way, made into tough-to-bite beef strips;

The milk is dried in high-speed hot air and turned into dry powder, which is placed in glass bottles and piled up in a hill-like pile;

The fat is boiled with salt, sauce, vinegar, pepper, chili and other seasonings, then frozen into brick-like cubes, then cut into small pieces and carefully wrapped;

Holding one of the snow-white candy cubes in your mouth can quickly replenish your energy. Grete was afraid that it would not be enough, so he stuffed a few large bags of glucose powder;

Instantly freeze-dried vegetable bags, one pound per bag, full of fifty bags. If this is not enough, two large bottles of sodium ascorbate used to treat [Sea Plague]...

With these material reserves, even if Lin En fell into a desperate situation and completely ran out of food, he could survive for half a year with them.

Besides, it’s not like he had a broken hand or foot, lost the ability to cast spells, or was separated from Mr. Troca and the Golden Skeleton. Whether it is hunting, gathering, or buying or exchanging with local indigenous people, it is very convenient for a level 7 spellcaster to find something to eat.

So far, he hasn’t touched a single bite of these stored grains!

But, if he can bear it, can these natives bear it?

From what Lynn had seen during his travels, the area occupied by the Parliament in the New World was only an area of ​​one or two hundred miles inward from the coastline. Further in, following the rivers and lakes, the indigenous residents that can be affected are only three to five hundred miles away.

In other areas, on the vast land, these indigenous people, these creatures...

The smell of cold and death permeated the land. As a necromancer, his spirituality permeated and ascended, almost cheering. The more death-abundant a place is, the faster the necromancer will progress.

But, but...

Such suffering and sorrow are truly unbearable to look at!

Lin En felt that her heart was getting softer. Especially being with Gretel, staying in his mage tower for so long, watching him busy every day, studying how to cure diseases and save people.

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

Linn tightened his cloak, checked the direction, and continued walking southward. As we walked, we heard a faint roar of beasts in the wind and snow ahead. Before Linn could react, Mr. Trocca jumped slightly and stood in front of him:

"Boss, be careful! There's——" in front of you.

There are wolves.

There were groups of wolves, bears, and leopards hunting a rather small herd of bison. Lin En looked up into the distance, his eyes narrowed involuntarily, and he threw out a detection spell:

Among the beasts, there was an unprecedented strong magical aura shining.

It's not just Warcraft, this is——

Natural spirit!

It was a natural spirit that took the carnivorous monsters in this area and hunted them personally!

"Let's go!" He summoned a phantom pony, turned over and rode on it. With a flick of his five fingers, he and the Phantom Pony were given all the imaginable acceleration and protection spells:

"Mr. Trocca! Come up! Let's go immediately! Go to the south, to a warm place!"

Although the South is not peaceful either. After a great disaster, there will be a great epidemic. Moreover, further south, bordering the territory occupied by the Glory Holy See, small-scale conflicts occurred from time to time. However, as a necromancer, he might be able to do something...

"Go south! Go somewhere warmer!"

In the wilderness, Elder Rana's face was ashen. Like Elder Brock, they also received advance notice from the Magic Council. The difference is that the area they are in is closer to the east than [White Eagle] Brock's tribe——

In other words, they are more distant from the parliament, understand each other less well, and they are less trusting in the news from the parliament.

When the White Eagle Tribe and dozens of surrounding tribes followed the advice and went all out to collect grain, their precious wealth was still consumed on spirits, jewelry, gold cups and silver plates, and even thin and dazzling silk.

And this also caused that when the white-haired wind swept across everything and the thick ice lingered, his tribe, as well as many surrounding tribes, had begun to run out of food.

Representatives from dozens of tribes and various factions who came to participate in Akula came to him to discuss and the result was——

"Go south! Let's go south! Follow the old method, go to warm places, rob, and kill! Let those cowardly southerners hand over their food, livestock, and wine! Go to their heavy, solid houses Spend the winter here!”

The war beast roared.

The barbarians tore off their heavy cloaks, exposed their chests, and roared into the north wind.

The strong women held down the ram, slit its throat with a stone knife, and let the blood gush into the stone bowl. Dried moss and cow dung were burned, and the mutton was boiled in water to give the tribe's warriors a hearty meal so they could walk farther.

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

Group of warriors group of warriors, tribe by tribe. Gather and go south, roaring, wielding spears and giant axes, to seek a chance of life for their tribe. As for whether we can grab enough food?

Will it encounter extremely strong resistance?

Or even, will the south be hit by a disaster? Will there be enough food for them to grab?

The vast majority of barbarians did not know, and even Elder Rana himself, who made the decision, did not know. The Council of Elders, warriors, only know from their own experience:

"No matter how disaster strikes, life in the south will always be better than here! Go south! Go south! If you grab it, you will have a way to survive!"

As for not being able to grab it - not being able to grab it, after enough people die, there will naturally be enough food left for the remaining people.

In the vast wilderness, the barbarians rolled up an iron current and surged southward. In the south, east of the Netherlands, Earl Askan [White Wolf] William bent down, picked up a ball of hailstones from the ground, and held it tightly:

"……Hey!"

Spring came late this year, summer was also cold, and the grain harvest was very poor. After finally struggling to grow a little, he was hit by hailstones all over his face!

Ice shards burst out from between his fingers and splashed in all directions. This old level 15 heavenly knight, with two thick white eyebrows tightly tangled, looked at the large tracts of fallen wheat fields in front of him, worried:

"We are all so cold, the north, the north... those barbarians..."

Whenever there is a big disaster, they come in groups in small boats! When they get ashore, they rob, food, livestock, women, children, anything that can be moved, everything!

The Askan family, who were granted the title of Border Earl, focused their defense on the barbarians. He is almost a hundred years old, and every year he sees small disasters, small disasters, and big disasters. He has seen it for ninety years!

"Send the order." Count Askan's face was heavy, colder than the dregs of hail and greener than the fallen wheat field:

"Recheck the lookout posts, lighthouses, and beacons on the coastline, and make sure they are fully prepared. Make sure that the barbarians can get the news from any direction;"

"Grain harvesting is carried out, and the wheat and corn that have fallen to the ground and have no hope should be recovered as soon as possible to be used as feed;"

"Strengthen the walls and clear the country, and let the people evacuate into the castle as much as possible;"

"Intensify the cavalry's inspections, discover and eliminate at any time..."

He ordered one by one, and naturally someone recorded them one by one and passed them on quickly. I heard horses galloping away like rain, and within a short time, the following adjutant had carried half of it away.

Count Askan let out a deep breath, turned halfway and was about to mount his horse, when he saw his great-nephew Otto, the grandson of Albert the Bear, standing straight behind him, hesitating to speak. Count Askan paused:

"What? Are you in trouble?"

"No, Your Excellency! No, there is a question, Your Excellency!"

"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 family's backbone, a level 15 heavenly knight, is really stressful.

Moreover, as a branch of the family, his only hope of becoming independent was to achieve military success, obtain a fiefdom on the border, and expand outward. To achieve this, getting the favor of the family owner is obviously the most convenient way.

The black-haired boy's face turned red, and the faint fluff on his upper lip seemed to turn red. Count Askan gave him a funny look:

"What do you think?"

"I think we need to send more envoys to the Holy See to urge them, especially the churches in the territory. Maybe we should also organize people to pray more? Don't they say that only with devout faith can we get more blessings from the Lord of Glory? ?”

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

"You go down."

Otto bowed slightly and stepped back quickly. The old knight stared at the mountains in the distance in ecstasy. For a while, he paused and slowly flew up in the awe of the eyes below.

Level 15 Sky Knights are named after "Sky" because reaching this level generally has the ability to fly. Invisible and formless arrogance surrounded him. He looked down at the shining silver hailstones around him and the shining river in the distance, with a loud voice:

"We border people have 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 on 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 leaders, lords or anyone else make, when disaster strikes, the most seriously injured are always the poorest people.

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

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

In May, most of the women at the bottom of the labor force were sallow and skinny, and could collapse in the wind. Moreover, the passing rate of hemoglobin values ​​for transfusion recipients who come to the hospital to donate blood or sell blood has dropped from 70% to less than 50%;

By June, the nutritional level of poor mothers had dropped to an extremely low level. 72 hours after delivery, the proportion of normal lactation has plummeted from 80% before to a shocking less than 50%!

Gretel had to extend the hospital stay from three days to seven days to try to give them more nutrition. As for the price paid for this, it is doubling the number of beds in the ward and adding extra beds to the corridor. This is...

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

In addition to poor pregnant women, the situation of even the nurses working in the hospital is gradually getting worse. That day, Grete finished an operation and when he was walking from the obstetrics building to the training ground behind him, he heard someone quarreling in the distance.

Some people scolded, some begged, some looked on, and some commented. The woman's voice was sharp and high-pitched, much higher in pitch than the man's. Grete walked over slowly, and not far away, he heard the crowd shouting and cursing:

"Thief, thief! Bitch! Whore! Shameless thing!"

"You have no shame! You shrew-"

There were scoldings, shouts, discussions, and even the sounds of people grabbing their hair and being slapped, all mixed together. Grete frowned slightly, walked near the crowd, and raised his voice:

"what happened?"

Don’t you know it’s necessary to be quiet in the hospital?

He swallowed these words and did not blurt out the rebuke. As a mage and hospital director, he has almost unlimited power over these nurses and washerwomen. With just a word, he can tell anyone to get out.

The more this is the case, the more caution and restraint we need——

So he just asked and turned his attention to little Jenny who hurried over and squeezed into the crowd.

Little Jenny is already thirteen or fourteen years old. She has been a foreman for several years and has gradually developed her own dignity. She should be able to handle this kind of situation, right?

It was obvious that little Jenny had lived up to his expectations. Standing in the middle of the crowd, all the nurses bowed their heads and stepped back to make room for the two quarreling people.

Little Jenny glanced at both sides, her eyes fell on one of them's clothes and the ground beside her, and she immediately spoke:

"Maria, did you steal bread again?"

"I didn't!" The washerwoman subconsciously pressed the front of her coat. More bread crumbs fell, and she subconsciously bent down, crossing her right arm and covering her abdomen, trying to stop those bread crumbs:

"I don't! - This is my own lunch! I just, I just want to take it back to the children... The price of bread is getting more and more expensive, and the children are hungry..."

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