Lord: Married To A Countess At The Beginning

Soon, a young official came out from behind the soldiers.

This is the person Gray arranged.

The official stood on a carriage and spoke to the dark crowd of refugees in front of him.

"Don't be anxious, don't be afraid! The lord knows how uneasy and scared you are right now, so he specially asked us to bring you food!"

The young official spoke loudly, his energetic face full of confidence and calmness.

As soon as they heard that there was food to eat, the refugees suddenly became restless again.

Everyone wanted to squeeze to the front for fear of not being able to eat in the back.

But at this time, the young official who was originally smiling suddenly became serious.

The soldiers around him immediately drew their swords at his signal.

In an instant, the sound of swords being drawn was heard everywhere, causing the refugees who were already in chaos to calm down again.

The young official stared at the refugees in front of him with a gloomy expression.

His tone was no longer as amiable as before.

Instead, he had a cold tone.

"Did I not make it clear just now? What do you idiots think is the fuss and fuss about!?"

"Damn it, I'm talking to you properly, but you just won't listen. I have to scold you bitches for you to feel comfortable, right?"

"A bunch of garbage like bed bugs. The lord is kind to you and gives you food and keeps you safe. You should kneel down and thank me."

"You uneducated thing, you don't know how to be grateful when you smell the food? This is Thorn City! Please stay calm!"

"Now everyone, line up to get the food. There is enough food, as long as you can eat it!"

The young official showed a weird smile, and looked at the refugees with undisguised disgust and contempt.

"Whoever dares to cause trouble will be killed on the spot!"

After the young official finished speaking, he jumped off the carriage and slowly said to the soldiers on the side: "Distribute food to them."

After hearing his words, the soldiers began to organize the refugees to line up.

Because of the deterrence of the soldiers, the refugees did not dare to be restless. After a few refugees took the initiative to line up, others quickly lined up.

Soon the first refugee was receiving a night of mushy food.

The unkempt refugee was so hungry that he took a big sip from the bowl.

The next moment, he frowned slightly. These mushy foods tasted good, but they tasted a bit strange.

A little sour and a little bitter.

It tastes completely different from the relief food distributed by students some time ago.

But this refugee didn't complain.

Although the food here doesn't taste good, the bowl in his hand is twice as big as the one he used in the city before, and the depth of this large bowl is also higher than the small bowls that were issued in the city before.

The amount of food in a bowl is several times that in the city.

I just took a sip and it didn't taste very good, but the food was hot, very sticky, very filling and stomach-warming.

This made the eyes of the refugees who had not had enough to eat for a long time brighten up.

They have no other choice. Being able to eat enough is what they enjoy most. As for the taste, it is not the focus.

Compared with the watery food eaten in the city, the refugees prefer this kind of food outside the city.

Soon, rows and rows of refugees were squatting outside the entire city gate, eating happily.

Of course, not everyone among the refugees likes to eat this kind of food.

For example, those who are clearly not refugees from Black Rock City, but who clearly have families and land in some places.

They just wanted to take advantage and blended in with the refugees.

Their purpose was not to eat such strange-tasting food.

They just want to eat and drink for free, and if possible, they also hope that chaos will break out, allowing them to fish in troubled waters in the middle.

Such people naturally have some requirements for food.

They just took a bite and their faces turned dark immediately.

Everyone started to argue again.

"What is this! Is this for people to eat?!"

"Bah! This is not food at all, but swill!"

"Why doesn't the Lord even provide us with the most basic normal food? We are also residents of the territory, and our ancestors have worked hard for the Field Territory!"

"Yes! You can't do this!"

"We want an explanation!"

People with evil intentions among the refugees outside the city began to become restless.

But because they were surrounded by soldiers, they did not dare to stand up and speak loudly.

He could only make a fuss in a low voice in the crowd, and then tease other people around him, saying that the food tastes bad, his family is gone, and he is also a person who has contributed to the territory, why can't he eat better food? .

Some people said that there was obviously a lot of food in the city, but the lord was unwilling to let them eat and clothe themselves.

The previous promises made by the lord to keep them fed and safe were broken by her.

The human heart is a very complex thing.

Nor can I resist temptation and teasing.

Especially when there are people with ulterior motives all around.

Those who are real refugees will soon be shaken.

They would begin to think that, yes, it was a given that the lord provided them with food.

They are the sufferers.

There is so much food in the city, why can't we give them some good food?

Why do they have to be this horrible tasting food?

The fake refugees in the crowd saw that the people around them started to become restless, and they knew that they had persuaded these idiots.

Just as they were getting more and more proud, suddenly, the soldiers outside began to collect those big bowls.

The refugees had almost eaten all the food because of hunger. Even if there was some uneaten food, they quickly finished the last food when it was time to collect the bowls.

Then lined up to return the bowl.

But soon, the crowd noticed something was wrong, because the refugees who had exchanged their bowls did not return to their previous group, but were taken to another open space by the soldiers.

And as the refugees were taken away one by one.

The originally crowded crowd was immediately reduced by half.

The remaining half were holding large bowls, and the food in the bowls was either untouched or had only been tasted.

Gray saw this scene on the city wall, put a grape into his mouth, then wiped his hands and said, "That's it, I'll catch all the remaining people."

As his orders were given.

The fake refugees who refused to eat suddenly became frightened.

The wolf-like soldiers changed their calmness before, each one showed a cruel smile, and held down the fake refugee at the front with their weapons.

When the fake refugees behind realized something was wrong, they immediately turned around and ran away.

Unfortunately, there was already a crowd behind them.

There are a lot of fake refugees, and they want to use their numerical advantage to force their way out.

The result is of course tragic.

Although the military in this world has some particularly powerful array formations, they are professional soldiers after all, and they are border soldiers. They have fought against monsters, alien races, and other countries too many times, and they have honed their skills in actual combat. Cooperation method

The moment the unarmed fake refugees rushed forward, they were harvested by archers, and the rest were surrounded and suppressed by small groups of soldiers.

Seeing that the land under the city was slowly turning crimson, Gray clicked his tongue.

He felt uncomfortable for a moment just now. After all, it was the first time he saw a murder scene, or a massacre. The wailing and begging for mercy of those fake refugees made him feel sympathy for a moment.

But strangely, he only moved for a moment and then calmed down.

As if he was used to such bloody scenes, he even took a sip of the bright red wine with interest.

After the fake refugees stopped resisting and tried to escape, Gray spoke slowly: "People are always like this, never look back until they hit the wall. Bring them all to the industrial zone I mentioned before. Give them tools and lay the foundation for me first. This is a big project, and my three good friends want to buy another 300,000 gold coins of land!"

Gray said with a smile, then turned to look at the real refugees on the other side.

"These people, according to my previous instructions, take them to take a simple bath, clean the lice on their bodies, and then put them into the clothes I prepared. After they are done, I will take them to the farm outside the city. Let’s rest here and take them here to report early tomorrow morning. I found a job for them.”

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