nownovels Chapter 47 The Sickbed and the Thief
Chapter 47 The Sickbed and the Thief
By evening, all the refugees from the Bear Eye family had left the North Shore and, under the guard of the new recruits, moved to an open space on the edge of town.
Starting tomorrow, these people will set up temporary wooden houses on the open ground, expanding the town's area outwards.
But tonight, they can only rely on tents and haystacks for warmth.
Meanwhile, on the north bank, another group of refugees, who had just fought with the Xiong Yan family, quietly crept over.
Their leader was an old serf who was nearly 50 years old. Everyone called him "Old Man," so the other refugees called them "Old Man's Family."
"Dad, is it really safer for us to launch a surprise attack now?"
Behind the old man, a timid young man tentatively asked.
Although the oldest man was the father, he still had a strong physique, his face was lined with the wrinkles of time, and his arms were covered with whip marks.
He glared at the young man who had spoken, "Do you think I wanted to ambush them? If they weren't occupying the closest water source to us, I wouldn't want to fight them. But I have no choice; if I don't beat them into submission, they'll definitely cause trouble when we're getting water."
"Dad's right, I don't want to have to take a detour to get water in the future," the other young men said fiercely.
This is the survival rule for refugees: for a bite of grass and a sip of river water, they have to fight tooth and nail with others.
However, when the old man led the boys to the Bear Eyes' camp, everyone was dumbfounded.
Where are they?!
"There's nothing left, they've vanished!"
"Idiot, it definitely ran away!"
Everyone was shouting at once, terrified by the deserted camp.
Not only did the people disappear, but even their hoes and tents were gone.
The old man also looked around in astonishment, his eyes filled with confusion.
……
Soon, the cold winds of the North began to rage in the darkness, and the refugees shivered with cold, huddling together in haystacks, trying to get as close as possible to those around them and warm themselves by their body heat.
On the side of the refugee settlement closest to the town, outside an uninhabited cabin, Igris carried a bowl of steaming meat soup into the cabin.
Although the interior was dilapidated, it still had a fireplace, an essential feature for people in the North. The firewood crackled softly in the fireplace, and the heat made the cabin warm.
On the only small bed, a pale-faced girl was lying.
She wore a tattered linen dress covered in patches, her arms and calves were pitifully thin, and her hair hadn't been washed in a long time; it was matted together and emitted a nauseating stench.
She was the seriously ill girl found at the Bear Eye family's house today. Because the cause of her illness was uncertain, Vilan placed her in a separate location.
But when Vilan came to take a look in the evening, he immediately realized that she had caught a cold.
That's right, in this world, even a severe cold can be a serious illness that can kill you at any time.
Especially for refugees without warm clothes, catching a cold is basically a death sentence.
In fact, the girl had lost consciousness and was breathing entirely on instinct.
Since there was no effective treatment, Vilan had no better options and could only rely on herself to get through it.
The only thing Ironclad could do was provide her with enough warmth and food.
Looking at her face, which had already been wiped with hot water, Igris's eyes revealed deep heartache.
What a beautiful girl! She looks only a year or two younger than me, but she's so thin and has to endure the torment of illness.
Igris sighed and could only sit down next to the girl, muttering to herself, "Thanks to Lord Vilan, if he hadn't come to Anvil Territory, none of this would have happened, and you probably wouldn't have made it through today... This guy, although he's a nobleman, is unlike any other nobleman I've ever met..."
Yes, no nobleman would care about the life or death of a refugee, except for Vilan.
After Igris finished speaking, the girl on the bed suddenly murmured. Igris didn't hear it clearly, but the other girl was obviously awake. She breathed a sigh of relief and carefully fed her the meat soup.
……
Silver City.
It was still that alleyway filled with alcohol and laughter when a roar suddenly came from the tavern.
"Damn it! If I find out who did this, I promise I'll shove their head up a goat's nose!"
"Thief! Shameless thief!"
"You lawless bunch who have betrayed the Iron Law God deserve to be cast into the devil's lair!"
The furious roar echoed through the tavern, but the adventurers at the tables only paused for a moment before launching into merciless laughter.
"Hey! Little sister, I told you to stop showing off your dagger all the time. Now look what you've done. The Herrscher of No Signature won't tolerate that."
"No way? Your magic powder dagger that cost you 9 gold coins got stolen? You should ask the guards to help you find it, hahaha!"
"Oh, poor little guy, if you'd like to have a couple of drinks with me, I wouldn't mind buying you a new one—oh wait, you can't buy one right now."
Countless bursts of laughter reached Alan's ears, like sharp thorns piercing her heart.
At that moment, she stood angrily on the table, her whole body trembling involuntarily from her rage.
Her friends quickly pulled her down from the table.
"Captain, you can't do that! It will offend everyone!"
The healer, Sylvia, spoke anxiously, and the rest of the team members immediately dragged Alan out of the tavern.
It's okay to curse them once, but if they continue to doubt them, the adventurers inside won't let them leave so easily.
That's right, just now, Alan's magic powder dagger disappeared.
Ever since she bought the magic powder dagger for 9 gold coins at Longjin Workshop several days ago, she has regarded it as her most precious treasure.
In several subsequent hunts, it was thanks to the toughness and sharpness of that dagger that she was able to deliver the final blow to the crazed monster.
For this reason, she often boasted about it in the tavern, and the other adventurers were very envious, after all, news of the magic powder dagger had gradually reached the ears of adventurers.
They all knew that someone had created a powerful magic powder weapon. There were only five in the entire Silverflow City. One was in the hands of Viscount Raisman, one was in the hands of Alan, and the remaining three were taken by a mysterious buyer.
The adventurers also inquired with Master Longjin, but the answer they received was always the same: there was no stock, they had to wait, or they could go to the anvil to buy it themselves.
Anvil Territory? Does such a place exist in the North?
Adventurers had never even heard of this name, so Alan's popularity increased significantly, and many people wanted to see the power of that magic powder weapon.
But tonight, Alan's dagger was stolen.
She was so angry she almost wanted to turn the whole tavern upside down.
"Damn the Herrscher of Law, I curse him to sleep in a sheepfold for the rest of his life!"
Sylvia, standing to the side, offered a helpless consolation, "Alright, alright, I warned you last time that there are a lot of thieves in Silverflow City lately, but you didn't take it seriously. What can we do now? There are so many people coming and going in the tavern, there's no way we can find it."
Upon hearing this, Alan wore a bitter expression.
"That cost me nine gold coins! I'm bankrupt, and even if I had the money, I couldn't buy it again! That damn thief, why did he only steal from me?"
"You're always showing off, who else would I steal from if not you?"
The team members were all thinking the same thing.
But they dared not say it to Alan's face. Soon, Sylvia made a suggestion, "How about we go to Anvil Territory? Maybe we can get some better magic powder weapons?"