I have a shelter

Mishan's words were met with disdainful looks from the old servants. In their view, this guy who was not loyal to his lord was not only greedy for life and afraid of death, but also shamelessly said such things. And if it were them, they would definitely break into the manor and bring back the lord's body!

George didn't know that his younger brothers were imagining the miserable death of their boss, and they didn't pay much attention to Mishan's original choice.

In his view, in this situation, one should not die pointlessly.

Moreover, his view is more thorough than Mishan's - Mishan at least has hesitated and has always felt guilty.

But after all, this is an era where faith and honor are paramount. This kind of concept of interests being paramount is indeed missing a little bit.

The team continued to shuttle through the fog, leaving one mark after another on the road.

As the pine forest gradually became denser, a cliff appeared in the mist in the distance. And everyone finally saw the village that Mi Shan mentioned.

There were some zombies wandering near the wooden fence of the village.

There were people on the sentry tower who shrank back. After seeing the group of people in the fog, they didn't even dare to ask questions because they were afraid of disturbing the zombies. However, they recognized Mi Shan, who led George's horse.

The few guys who stayed in the stronghold to guard were all veterans who were fortunate enough to have been injured but survived. All have some physical disabilities and are all very old.

But their eyes are much smarter than those of the mine slaves. Therefore, no idiot shoots the bow and arrow in his hand regardless of life and death.

And when they saw below, the dozen or so lazy guys who walked out of the crowd easily cleared away the group of zombies, and then opened the village gate directly.

This village, which once accommodated more than 300 men and more than 100 women, was much smaller than George imagined - or very crowded.

Many houses are propped up directly against the mountain wall, and the courtyard is full of simple, smelly sheds.

In the diffuse mist inside the village, many sluggish figures standing or sitting could be vaguely seen. They did not react at all to the strangers who came in, just like walking zombies.

Their clothes were in tatters and looked ruined, and many of them had mud on their hair and faces. Some people even wore nothing but seemed to have lost their sense of the cold. They were standing still, and bruises from being beaten could still be seen on their bodies.

There are not many males.

There were no children or old women.

Most of the people here are very thin. Compared with those strong women in Stone Village, these people might be knocked down by a gust of wind.

After the vehicle came in, the mine slaves started working directly amidst the scoldings of the veterans, without looking around or showing any emotion. It seemed that their relatives and friends had all died long ago. In other words, there is no difference between living and dying.

George dismounted and walked slowly in this noisy yet silent environment. As he looked around, his frown deepened.

Many women are pregnant and some are about to give birth. Apparently even though most people were starving to death, those who had enough to eat were not sitting idle.

In this era, there were no very good contraceptive measures, which caused people to give birth all the time over the years.

But he didn't hear any baby crying.

It was dead silent, but filled with the sounds of despair.

George couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

A lame man with rotten teeth emerged from a shack. While tying his belt, he played with the two wandering warblers for a while, then turned around and looked towards Mishan.

Then, he saw the cold-faced young man standing in front of his boss.

After seeing Mishan's blue face, cold sweat suddenly broke out on the lame man's forehead. He hurriedly limped over, knelt on the ground, crawled to George's feet and kissed his shoes.

"Sir, this is my old subordinate 'Jim'. Although he is a little perverted, he has never done anything bad -" Mishan's face was a little nervous, and he couldn't help but say with a dry throat: "He used to be my father's attendant. So knowing numbers and knowing some words is a talent.”

Although Mishan's words may sound a bit ridiculous, in this era, those who can read numbers and know some words are indeed considered talents.

It can be seen that this old guy has indeed been following Mishan for a long time. Perhaps in his eyes, he has regarded this old slave as a relative - or even his last relative. So he anxiously spoke a good word for this lecherous old cripple, hoping that the baron in front of him would not be really unhappy and cut off the head of this annoying-looking guy and rub it on the pole.

George didn't seem to hear his words and didn't show any expression. He kicked the dog away from his feet and looked around at the surrounding houses, bowls, and garbage piles. Gradually the brows relax.

There is no meat in those people's basins. There are no small bones on the ground.

‘Although it is indeed very bitter here, if there are trading channels, with the resources of the coal mine, there will indeed be no shortage of food. Although the survivors are like empty shells, there are no people who are about to starve to death. Therefore, those babies must have been abandoned.'

But he was still a little troubled.

‘What kind of leader there is, there are also what kind of subordinates. George was too lazy to pay attention to the scum that had been crawling and following him. He kicked him away again and looked at the two people who were leaning lazily in front of the door and looking at him curiously. Flowing warbler.

The taller one boldly winked at George, and laughed out loud when he saw him turning his eyes with a red face.

They were all clean and wore the most complete clothes - they just didn't like to wear them.

‘The best ones alive are these scum and wandering warblers. ’

He probably already knows what the existing survivor camps in this world are like.

As for Mi Shan, who runs this camp, he can somewhat understand it - if it were him, he probably wouldn't be able to fully control everyone under his command.

The leader cannot know everything they do privately and at night.

The leaders oppressed the entire survivor camp, and within the survivor camp, there was also oppression and bullying among the lower classes.

As a leader, if you don't want someone to secretly cut off your head at night, sometimes you have to turn a blind eye even if you feel uncomfortable.

Just a few wandering warblers are obviously not enough to make those subordinates who have not become walking zombies obedient. I am afraid that he can only adopt this indulgent method.

After all, even shelters are not completely abstinent, but they always have three prerequisites - first, you and I are willing. Secondly, there is enough food, and thirdly, one has to shoulder the responsibilities of a father.

Since then, the people's three views have been continuously established, and they have continued to possess self-morality. These things, even if he does not explicitly prohibit them. Those soldiers with a sense of honor would not bother to do the obscene thing of forcing others.

What's more, these brave young men are also fascinated by girls.

Therefore, what he saw with his own eyes this time suddenly gave the lord who had been sleeping in the comfortable dreamland of the shelter a bit of a psychological shock.

"Are other forces living like this?"

"My lord, no matter what time period or territory, there are people living at the bottom. And in every territory, no matter what class, there are people who live well or live badly. Even the lords can't do anything about it. After all, things are really lacking, and order no longer exists," Miyama said with a sigh.

The lord just walked quietly in the territory without speaking. Mishan followed the lord's gaze and watched.

He saw the veterans placing all the things they took out of the house neatly in the car. Not even a black sausage was hidden (except for the tallest guy who had one in his mouth).

If this is because of discipline, then Mishan can understand it. After all, in that battle, these 'powerful knights' had already shown their style.

But they actually showed disgust with many good foods, which made Mishan feel more and more surprised.

He became more and more convinced that these knights were pampered men from the Holy See who could not hold a grain of sand in their eyes.

And this lord might be someone from some great church!

Suddenly, Mishan seemed to have thought of something. He was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly defended himself: "Sir! We don't eat meat here - I mean, we don't eat humans!"

"Eating meat? Is this common?" George had already walked to a table at this time. He picked up a pot of 'wine', smelled the strong sour smell inside, and frowned in disgust.

George knew this was common, but he needed to appear casual and ignorant to put Mishan at ease.

He wanted to hear what he had to say about it.

"Sir, it is not only common, but there are also people who buy and sell it privately - although various lords have ordered to ban this transaction, it has not had much effect. Those people call this kind of 'goods' two-legged sheep. But they only buy No one buys the live or dead ones. One is because the meat is not good enough to preserve, and the other is because they are afraid that the meat they buy is zombie meat - even if it is cooked for a day, people will die if they eat it."

George nodded and said nothing.

"Sir, you should have seen it. This is a coal kiln." Mishan swallowed his throat and said: "Buying and selling coal is much more cost-effective than buying and selling people. Not only me, but also the person who occupied this place last time has never He knows how to buy and sell people. According to his words - no matter how useless the trash is, it can be thrown into this coal mine to squeeze out the last bit of value. This statement betrays the faith of the knight. But in order to survive, I don't agree. The coolies here are indeed used. After all, we need to exchange coal mines for food, and we always need someone to do some work-but we definitely don’t eat people here!”

"Mishan." George suddenly turned his head, looked into his eyes, and asked, "How many things can one person exchange for now?"

"Two pieces of brown bread for one person."

George pursed his lips and didn't say a word.

In his previous impression, the Black Pearl Valley was an extremely fertile land with no shortage of food.

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