I have a shelter

After the interlude, the team hurriedly hurried and finally rushed back to the area where the territory was located at dusk.

The moment they entered the shelter, the people who emerged from the mist felt like they were in another world.

This sacred sanctuary without fog is in sharp contrast to the world in the fog. It is like a paradise island surrounded by fog, with sunshine, clouds and blue sky.

In the distance, the tower in the center of the castle stands tall, and the big stone bell is buzzing.

When the veterans stepped into the territory and heard the sound, they couldn't help but dismount their horses, prostrate themselves to the ground with the old people, and kissed the land that smelled like sunshine.

However, among the newcomers, only Na Mi Shan, a few soldiers and the wandering warblers still had brilliance in their eyes.

Others had no reaction.

The vast majority of people are no different from zombies

They have already extinguished their last hope and are living just to survive.

George turned his eyes away from those people, looked at the fog surrounding the shelter, and felt a deep depression. In his eyes, the mist was constantly attacking the shelter from the surroundings, just like the surrounding hurricane and heavy rain, which might sweep this paradise island into submergence at any time.

‘I hope that winter and the blood moon will come later’

After returning to the territory, George took inventory of the goods.

There are more than 60 bows, more than 80 long swords, more than 150 spears and other weapons, and more than 300 iron tools. There is also a small pile of iron ore and iron ingots. Altogether, the available iron in the territory has increased by more than 800 kilograms!

The other thing is the coal. This trip brought back a total of 33 carts of coal. Counting the two more carts of coal left in the territory, it is roughly estimated that the coal in the territory now has almost reached 70 tons.

‘At present, including the 86 new people who arrived today, the territory has 243 residents (there are also 8 young children), which is less than 100 households. In winter, a farmhouse can burn 5-10 kilograms of coal a day. More than 20 tons of coal are enough to burn for more than two months. ’

According to Mishan, the exchange ratio of coal to iron is between 10 and 15:1 every year, so there is no problem in exchanging the remaining 40 tons of coal for three to four tons of iron ore.

Over there at the coal mine, there are still more than 70 tons of coal waiting for him to transport.

After unloading these, there were still several carts of kerosene and daily needs of bottles and cans. As for food, there was only a pitiful half-cart. That is 100 units (1000 catties, 500 kg).

There used to be about 200 people at the coal mine. According to the current consumption standards of the shelter, they could only eat for two or three days.

"How long do you plan to eat these foods?" George couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Mishan replied: "Two and a half weeks."

George grabbed the small box of golden lions and silver foxes, nodded, and said nothing.

After a pause, he grabbed a large handful of golden lions and silver foxes from the box, threw them out, and said to his followers: "Go and share a share. When the merchants come later, you will use them." to them."

After a burst of cheers, the soldiers smiled happily. They counted and found that everyone got two or three pieces of silver fox. A few lucky guys even got golden lions. The people next to him were so jealous that their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Mishan looked on, his face twitching, and he couldn't help but feel a little distressed. But whether he feels sorry for his new boss or for himself, he is probably the only one who knows.

After everyone left, George secretly hid the remaining silver foxes under Lorna's bed.

evening.

The sanctuary had not celebrated so joyfully for a while - George originally planned to hold a party in the castle hall, but the residents preferred the atmosphere of the bonfire in the square.

However, during the enlightenment work before the party, George found that his effect on the newcomers was very average.

‘I’ve got two levels of inspiration after all. Even wolves can be fooled. But the situation of these newcomers is even worse than that of the serfs. Only a few of them have slightly changed their eyes. ’ George couldn’t help but feel a little depressed when he looked at the group of wolfing refugees.

He found that although these people's eyes would glow a little when they were eating, they would return to their original state after eating the contents of the bowl.

It is as if this is a group of people who have been judged by the end of the world and have lost any expectations for the future.

‘In these years, their relatives, children, and most precious things have passed away one by one, and they have witnessed the ugliness and darkness of the world. In the past, they may have been inspired by the illusory hope to have renewed expectations for life, but they were completely disappointed in the expectations again and again. '

'They have been working and suffering silently, but the gods in the sky have never paid attention to these desperate people.'

'For them, what the shelter brings them is just a more realistic dream, but in their hearts, this dream will surely come to nothing in the end.'

'No, there may be some people who know that everything in front of them is not a dream, but they have already lost their desire for life, because they have already lost all the beauty and can never get it back. Those who are alive are just shells, or they are just for '

George pursed his lips.

Time cannot erase the pain of these people and let them regain hope for life. Because what these people who cannot be freed are looking forward to is the doomsday.

‘How many such people are there in the Black Pearl Valley? Are there believers of the ancient god spreading their beliefs?’

George felt a deep depression, because he found that perhaps since he woke up, the trajectory of this world can no longer be changed.

The celebratory voices of the people suddenly brought him back to his senses. He shook his head in self-mockery, threw away his depressed thoughts just now, and found that he was originally fooling these newcomers, but was infected by their thoughts.

‘I did all this not to help the God of Shelter save His bankrupt branch, but just for a little salary and a meal. As long as I can be one of the few people who survived in the doomsday, it will be fine. ’

‘Even if no one will survive, I will be the happiest person in this doomsday. Well, maybe the word "happy" is more appropriate. ’

Thinking of this, George couldn’t help but happily pick up the scroll again and check what was written on his ‘passbook’:

[Shelter]

[Status: Safe]

[Lord: George William Austin]

[Buildings: Castle (slightly damaged), Tavern, Blacksmith Shop, Mill, Farmhouse, Cemetery]

[God’s Grace: 168/471]

[Resources - Food: 8661 (-28/day) Wood: 1938 Stone: 2952 Metal: 937 Magic Materials: 0]

[Heroes: 1/2]

[Residents: 243/300 (+18 God’s Grace/week)]

[Heroic Spirits (Guardians): 1/2 (-4 God’s Grace/week)]

[Heavenly Servant (Craftsman): 10/10 (-10 God’s Grace/week)]

‘Enough to digest for a while. ’ George, who was a little depressed at first, couldn’t help but curl his lips slightly. In the past two days, every time he looked at the scroll, he felt like he was looking at a bankbook.

By the way, he took a look at his current physical condition:

[George William Austin]

[Title: Holy Office (Priest of the God of Shelter)]

[Constitution: 4.1 Wisdom: 0.8]

[Life Force: 20/20 Mana: 2/8] (Healed some people, consumed mana)

After putting down the scroll, George stuffed a small piece of cheese into his mouth, picked up the glass, and took a sip of wine. He joined the festive atmosphere wholeheartedly and enjoyed the feeling of being a boss.

Every time a new person joined, the old people were very excited. And this time, their emotions were particularly high.

Everything they saw in the survivor camp made these people cherish the present and love this land especially.

The beautiful bagpipes resounded in the shelter at night, and around the big bonfire in the center of the square, there were men and women dancing to the rhythm.

The soldiers had already joined the joyful team. When some of them were tired of dancing and returned to their seats, the people in the territory would come over to toast them.

The followers responded to the wine poured over them, and took the time to make bets with their comrades around them.

Today, a few guys got the golden lion!

These bets were strange and there was no skill to speak of. But they were very interesting - such as kissing Alexander's butt and being able to withstand his slap. Or flipping over the Charlefan horse, or getting kisses from ten girls.

There will always be someone who comes up with a trick to do the impossible, and there will also be someone who secretly does bad things and makes others lose money.

The boldest one was a guy who ran over to confess to Rona - but he was glared back fiercely by the lord next to him.

However, he won the money - it seemed that he was not betting on whether the confession would succeed.

After a few rounds, the followers changed the way of playing, so a few guys picked up weapons and shields in the midst of the booing and went down to duel.

These veterans have become extremely aggressive since they came out of the training ground. Every day, they have to break a few shields, or lose almost all the money in their hands, or use up all their vigorous energy before they are done.

George is already accustomed to such scenes. He knows that although they look very fierce, they are actually very measured.

Of course, sometimes there will be unlucky people who run to the tavern and secretly ask Rona for stitches.

After a few rounds, this group of drunk guys felt that it was not exciting enough, so they pulled Alexander up. As a result, all ten people were easily beaten by him.

Originally, Mishan had been with George, watching the fun and drinking and chatting with him. But later, he was pulled down by several followers to "play" with him.

"These bastards, I'm afraid they will make a mistake this time." George touched his chin with interest.

There was also a mysterious little box under Rona's bed with the silver foxes.