War is a word far away from Brutus, but now the disaster represented by this word seems to be very close.
Now Brutus plans to start being a salty fish again. After all, obtaining citizenship means having to perform military service. Going to the battlefield with his fighting ability will probably cost his life. And he is not from this world. As long as he can fight when the war breaks out
If he ran away to live a peaceful life elsewhere, even if the kingdom was destroyed, it would have nothing to do with him.
Brutus secretly calculated the amount of tasks he had completed. He was at least tens of thousands of paperwork tasks away from obtaining citizenship. Obviously, he didn't need to worry about this problem.
Violet checked in the room again and left here in a hurry. Not only has she not been idle in the past half month, but she has become even busier because of the continuous influx of large numbers of people into Tatto Town, especially recently.
Several animals related to dark creatures have to be on the road at any time.
"Perhaps this autumn will be troubled." Brutus sat down next to Cole and looked at the boy who had calmed down a little. He planned to continue the investigation just now - although it may seem a little inappropriate, but Bu
Rutus plans to use this to offset the medical bills they owe.
"If you want to continue talking about the topics just now, you can say it one by one and treat it as offsetting the money you owe me." Brutus looked around at the guides who had just grown up or were still underage one by one.
They, their still green faces even showed a hint of fatigue after being exposed to the wind and rain for a long time.
"No need to be like this, Mr. Brutus, having someone willing to listen to our experience is something we have never expected." Cole wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "We will pay you back the money we owe you as soon as possible.
.”
"Let's talk about this later." Brutus said unequivocally, and then shook the quill in his hand, "If you really want to return it, there is no need to rush it. After all, your living conditions are different.
It’s clear, isn’t it?”
Real injury is always the most real injury... Brutus' words silenced everyone again. They looked at the patches on their clothes and the environment where they stayed. The promise of paying back the money was reflected in this situation.
It looked very pale and weak under the conditions.
"Ahem." Brutus coughed and broke the silence, "Let's get started."
"Then let me continue what I just said." Cole took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down so that his tears would not interrupt the topic again.
"The mountain village where I originally lived was called Oak Forest Village because the mountains near the village were full of oak trees. There was very little arable land in the village, so the village's daily source of food depended on hunting in the mountains."
"Then there is no caravan?" interrupted Brutus.
Cole shook his head and said: "No, sir, the caravan will not detour through such a place that does not bring much profit."
Brutus nodded, indicating that he understood, and motioned for him to continue.
"People in the village never have enough to eat. We always try our best to store any food that can be stored. After all, no one knows whether we can catch prey for the next meal. The adults never show any smiles on their faces.
, they are always worried about this year’s harvest, tomorrow’s prey, and the goblins and orcs that occasionally appear near the village.”
"Then why don't you want to move out? I guess there is always a suitable place to live in Turner Province."
"It's almost what you said, Mr. Brutus. All the men in the village have left the village, or were drafted by the province for military service. The only ones left are the old people who can't go far, the women whose husbands were drafted, and us.
These kids." Cole smiled bitterly, with a few tears falling from the corners of his eyes from time to time.
"...So when the orcs appeared near the village again -" He couldn't bear it anymore, covering his eyes with his left arm and swallowing more, "Sir, I am the only one left."
Brutus looked at Cole and was silent for a long time. He put down the quill in his hand and weakly comforted Cole's shoulder.
In the face of tragic reality, all words are so powerless.
He would not ask Cole: So what did the lords of the province do? Did the young men in the village who were recruited come back for revenge? Will those who left regret not taking the others with them, etc.
For a person who escaped alone, these questions are not important at all. No matter how much you continue to ask, the dead will not be resurrected...
Brutus adjusted his emotions and picked up the quill again: "Does anyone else want to talk about their own experiences?"
The others seemed to be still in the depressed mood just now. Brutus asked again before some people came back to their senses.
"Mr. Brutus, my name is Ector, and I also came here from the Province of Turner." Ector, who looked to be only 12 or 3 years old, spoke in a low voice and seemed to stutter a little.
You have to think about it for a while before saying a small sentence.
"My father is the leader of a small caravan. I followed him on business along the road from Turner Province to Wilson Province, and planned to settle in Wilson Province."
"But at the junction of Turner Province and Wilson Province, the caravan's convoy encountered a large group of goblins."
"They attacked us, then killed all the adult men and prepared to cook them on fire." Ector's words stopped here. He seemed to recall the scene at that time and retched a little.
"Then I was left, who was less than the height of a wheel, and the women in the caravan." Ector stopped again, and after a while he continued, "It was the patrols from West City who saved me.
Got us."
Brutus looked at the content left blank due to the pause. He roughly understood what happened, and didn't ask any more questions. He waited until Ictor finished speaking before nodding, indicating that he had remembered everything.
With these two people at the beginning, a dozen other guides also joined in and told Brutus about their experiences. Brutus recorded everything in detail, looking at the various misfortunes above, and then looking at
The faces of these children, the shabby clothes on their bodies, and the dilapidated living environment here.
Brutus thought it was a miracle that they had not yet embarked on the path of evil.
"What have you been doing lately?" he asked the guides.
"Mr. Brutus, we are no longer doing what we did before." Cole replied cautiously. He had heard Juno say that Brutus didn't think highly of this kind of thing.
"I know, so I'm curious as to what are you doing now?"
"I don't know, Mr. Brutus." Ictor replied quietly, "We don't know what to do either."
Brutus fell silent again. Looking at the people in front of him, he knew that this was not an exception. There were many people like them in Tatto Town.
And what can he do besides uncovering their scars in the form of investigation? Brutus was confused. He felt that it was better not to understand these things, and to be an ostrich and bury his head in the ground.
Just pretend nothing happened.
But no matter what, this suffering and sorrow will never end... Brutus closed the manuscript and walked out of the room in silence.