I have a shelter

George took his hand back from the river, and the water surface gradually calmed down. A familiar yet strange face appeared in front of him.

He didn't remember if he looked like this in his previous life. But at least his eyes should not be brown.

Now his hair is gray, belonging to the typical northern 'Lomande' race.

'Damn it, why is my hair so dirty? ! How did it get like a dynamite explosion? This affects my glorious image as a lord! I used this image to give a speech before? ! 'George widened his eyes and swore secretly that he must take a hot bath when he goes back! !

That's right! It's better to add some herbs!

He suddenly remembered his notes. After turning the notes out, he found some herbs recorded on them.

This thing is a compulsory course for priests, and the pharmacology of treating common diseases is also very simple, so after a few glances, he remembered everything.

He showed those patterns to Mark and a few villagers who seemed to be smarter. Let those villagers pay attention on the way back and pick some when they have the chance.

Among these herbs, some are for curing diseases, and some are for killing bacteria. Basically, they are very useful. But I just don't know how much I can collect.

The villagers didn't have a lot of stuff, and after George repeatedly asked to bring everything as much as possible, he didn't add too much - although this would make the migration smoother. But it also made him feel a little painful.

George looked at the villagers pushing carts with big and small bags. He looked at the stones with reluctance and thought of his castle. He decided that if he had the chance, he must move those stones away.

The castle is in such a broken state now. If there are a few more heavy rains, it will probably collapse.

When leaving, there was a small episode. Several followers ran over to tell George that there was still a person who had not evacuated in the east of the village.

"Are you still asking me about this? Kidnap that crazy woman! Even crazy people have to work for me!" The lord waved his whip and said to the followers viciously.

After those people left, George thought about it again. He called Martin over. After quietly telling him a few words, George rode his horse to catch up with the team.

After listening to the lord's instructions, Martin was a little surprised. He thought silently for a while, then called a companion and followed the team. After that, the two men had quietly left the team at some point.

Although George had walked the road from the shelter to the stone village, there were now more than ten times more people in the team than before. He was worried that these people would fall behind, and he had to beware of monsters on the road. This made him very nervous.

A hundred or so people, a bit like a large class of elementary school students going out to watch a movie together, but the order was not as good as that of elementary school students.

Fortunately, the villagers were very active, and the young and strong took the initiative to maintain order. In addition, the sheepdogs-the followers led. So there was no big problem.

On the way, George opened the scroll and found that the area drawn on the map had expanded. It seemed that the road he had walked would be clearly recorded in this map. And the area near the village was also lit up on the map.

However, the village was not considered "recovered", and when it looked at the whole, it did not look like a shelter with a line of words.

This was considered a migration. Although the journey was not far, they still walked for a long time, far more than twice as long as when they came.

But fortunately, there seemed to be few monsters near the village, so with the guidance of the scroll, there were no zombies on the road. Only occasionally there were wandering zombies.

Compared to the morning, these followers were much more neat.

And the villagers who were "rescued" were also very enthusiastic. They regarded George and his party as saviors. This made the bandits who originally only thought about money and women suddenly feel different in their hearts.

Yes, they were not robbing, but saving these people!

The admiring eyes of those women made the old bandits no longer feel tired and excited.

This time George did not let them save their bows and arrows, and the group of guardians who wanted to prove their bravery became braver and stronger when dealing with zombies.

"The evil has been spying on your village for a long time. These zombies are the resurrected servants of the evil. Look, they have been wandering around the village! But don't worry, the guards of God will protect you. And in the shelter we are going to, there is no fog, and no evil dares to invade!"

Along the way, George's words have been verified. The villagers found that they always encountered some zombies when they first came out. But as they got closer to the shelter, the zombies really became fewer and fewer.

When they were about to go halfway, Martin and the follower named Jack quietly returned to the team-in this fog, it was difficult to find when there were more people in the team.

Martin was not only decisive and ruthless, but also very careful. The two of them smelled of kerosene, and their hair was slightly burnt and curly. They were also wet, as if they had been washed in the river again. It seemed that the things the lord had told him to do had been fully executed by him.

"It's all done, sir." Martin said when he came to the lord, with a fierce flash in his eyes.

George on the horse nodded to him, bent down and whispered to the two men: "Martin, you are different from everyone else. Sooner or later, you will become my retainer. (Turning to Jack) Your name is Jack, right? Very good, I remember your name."

George patted the two men's shoulders gently with the whip, and rode away.

This gentle pat made people feel so familiar, and they couldn't help but recall the night when the lord patted Alexander on the shoulder and knighted him last night.

The lord didn't actually make any useful promises, but the two were greatly inspired by self-hypnosis and were full of longing for the future.

George took the time to come to the middle-aged man and asked if anyone in the village knew how to forge iron.

Of course, this was actually nonsense, because he had already seen the iron felt on the cart behind the old blacksmith - there was even a small furnace on the cart behind!

The middle-aged man was called Duke, in his forties, but he looked like he was almost fifty. Others taught him Old Duke. He was the de facto village chief in the village. He looks quite honest, but he is actually quite knowledgeable - he comes from a town in the east.

"Sir, I make a living by forging iron. As for the weapons you mentioned, who doesn't know how to make them now? When we were in the town before, the lords often called us blacksmiths to forge weapons and armor together. I can forge common weapons and repair chain mail. And the scale armor you mentioned, isn't it just sewing iron on leather!"

When George heard the first part, he was happier and happier. When he heard the last part, he almost fell off his horse.

You don't need to think about what he can make of the chain mail he mentioned.

'Hey, just use it to deal with it. 'George nodded and asked, "Where did you come from before?"

"Ah, it's a small town over at the Feltis Hills, sir. It's the one to the west of the Windward City. After the disaster, Duke Adeline's Windward City was extremely strong and guarded by priests. So the masters in the city were fine, but those of us who didn't go in became refugees. It took us less than two months to get here. The journey was hard and hungry, and many people died on the way. Those who survived found a quiet place here to live, and many more people came to the village one after another."