Chapter 836 Sir, I didn’t steal the bread (Update 1/5)
It still takes a long time from the time when the Parliament and the Dutch envoys reach an agreement, to when the envoys return to confirm, and then to the implementation of the agreement.
The situation in the Netherlands slowly fermented until a single spark turned into a prairie fire, and it would take a long time.
However, the famine still followed its established pace, taking care of itself and coming unexpectedly.
Lin wrapped her fur cloak tightly and walked silently by the stream. It was snowing and the white snow flakes covered the entire field of vision, and only the outline of the stream bank could be vaguely discerned.
Through the wind and snow, from the feet, to the stream, to the lake in the distance, the whole world is covered with snow.
Lin En sighed and listened carefully to the sound of the wind around him for a while before continuing to move forward. As he walked, there was a sudden "click" under his feet, and the crisp sound of broken ice exploded.
It was too late for him to retreat, so he stepped on the ice and stepped into the stream. The cold stream water poured into his boots, and he couldn't help but shiver.
This is June.
This is June!!!
Although Little Gretel had warned that this year's climate was abnormal, it would be extremely cold even in June, and frost and snow were more likely to occur... However, he really couldn't believe it without seeing it with his own eyes.
He bent down and patted the boots. The mage skillfully flew out and swept away the stream water in the boots. After thinking about it, he still didn't wear a [cold-resistant and heat-resistant] for himself.
Even though he is already a seventh-level mage, his long adventure career has taught him not to waste any spell, even a first-level spell. Because, maybe at some point, you will need this first-level spell to save your life.
Moreover, the existence of [cold and heat resistance] will make him lose his keen sense of environmental changes and slow down his reaction speed. In the wilderness and in unsafe places, this is almost fatal.
"Boss, let me explore the way." A small head poked out from the collar of the fur cloak. After sniffing, he jumped down, his body expanded and stretched, and he instantly transformed from a palm-sized kitten into a kitten.
leopard.
It is not the black panther that changes daily at home, nor is it an enlarged version of the black cat with a white scarf and white paws, but a snow leopard with gray-white fur and black spots. Sweeping its big fluffy tail from left to right, it immediately sweeps away a piece of fluffy
of snow.
"With such heavy snow, of course the great Mr. Trocca must be in front."
The snow leopard raised its paws to the sky and rolled, then rolled again, stood up and shook its body vigorously. The broken snow exploded from him in all directions. If Linn hadn't been experienced enough and took two steps back in time, he would have been there long ago.
He was covered in snowflakes.
"Forget it, if you can walk on it, I can still sink it!"
Lin complained angrily. Mr. Trocca walked forward briskly, his big paws stepping on the snow without slipping at all, and his tail slapped the snow:
"Boss, what are you talking about? I was not careful! I was not careful! Look, boss, if my tail has been whipped, you can definitely leave without cracking the ice!"
Linn sighed and silently followed him into the wind and snow. A few miles away, at a bend in the stream under a mountain cliff, several bison crowded into a small group, protecting the cows and calves in the group.
The bull lowered his head and dug hard at the snow, trying to get a bite of the grass under the snow. It had already dug a big hole in the snow, but not much grass had emerged.
The younger bull behind him has become noticeably thinner from rib to rib, and his mane is messy, with no trace of luster in sight.
Lin En closed his eyes slightly and then opened them slightly. Even without using magic, the instinctive induction of the seventh-level necromancer allowed him to clearly sense:
These bison are not far from death.
"well……"
He sighed softly. He himself was not afraid of starving. Before setting off to the New World, Gretel was almost paranoid and stuffed him with a space bag that could hold 1,000 pounds of items. There were 600 pounds of food in it:
Freshly slaughtered beef is dried extremely in the barbarian way to make beef strips that are difficult to chew;
The milk is dried in high-speed hot air and turned into dry powder, which is placed in glass bottles and piled up in a hill-like pile;
Add various seasonings such as salt, sauce, vinegar, pepper, and chili to the fat, boil it hard, freeze it into brick-like cubes, and then cut it into small pieces and wrap it carefully;
Holding one of the snow-white candy cubes in your mouth can quickly replenish your energy. Grete was afraid that it was not enough, so he stuffed a few large bags of glucose powder;
Instantly freeze-dried vegetable bags, one pound per bag, a full fifty bags. As if this was not enough, there were two large bottles of sodium ascorbate used to treat [Sea Plague]...
With these material reserves, even if Lin En falls into a desperate situation and completely runs out of food, he can survive for half a year with these supplies.
Besides, it’s not like he has a broken hand or foot, and has lost the ability to cast spells. He is also separated from Mr. Troca and the Golden Skeleton. Whether it’s hunting, gathering, buying or exchanging with local indigenous people, level 7 spellcasting
Or, it is very convenient to find someone who stutters.
So far, he hasn’t touched a single bite of these stored grains!
But if he can bear it, can these natives bear it?
From what Lynn had seen during his travels, the area occupied by the Parliament in the New World was only a hundred or two hundred miles inward from the coastline. Further inward, following the rivers and lakes, only a few to five indigenous people could be affected.
Hundreds of miles.
In other areas, on the vast land, these indigenous people, these creatures...
The breath of cold and death permeates the earth. As a necromancer, his spirituality permeates and rises, almost cheering. The more the place where the breath of death is abundant, the faster the necromancer progresses.
But, but...
Such suffering and sorrow are truly unbearable to look at!
Linn felt that his heart was getting softer. Especially after being with Gretel and staying in his mage tower for so long, watching him busy every day, studying how to cure diseases and save people.
Over time, it seems that the death of a "person" is an unbearably sad thing.
Linn tightened his cloak, checked the direction, and continued walking southward. As he walked, there was a faint roar of beasts in the wind and snow ahead. Before Linn could react, Mr. Trocca jumped slightly,
The whole person blocked in front of him:
“Boss, be careful! There’s one ahead.”
There are wolves.
There were groups of wolves, bears, and leopards hunting a rather small herd of bison. Linn looked eagerly into the distance, narrowed his eyes involuntarily, and casually threw out a detection spell:
Among the beasts, there was an unprecedented and strong magical aura shining.
It's not just Warcraft, it's
Natural spirit!
It was a natural spirit that took the carnivorous monsters in this area and hunted them personally!
"Let's go!" He summoned a phantom pony, turned over and rode on it. With a flick of his fingers, he applied all the imaginable acceleration and protection spells to himself and the phantom pony:
"Mr. Trocca! Come up! Let's go immediately! To the south, to a warmer place!"
Although there is no peace in the south. After the catastrophe, there must be a great epidemic. Moreover, further south, bordering the area occupied by the Glorious Holy See, small-scale conflicts occur from time to time. However, he, a necromancer, may be able to
Do something……
"Go south! Go somewhere warmer!"
In the wilderness, Elder Rana's face was ashen. Like Elder Brock, they also received advance notice from the Magic Council. The difference was that the area they were in was closer to the east than [White Eagle] Brock's tribe.
In other words, they are more distant from the parliament, understand each other less, and do not trust the news from the parliament.
When the White Eagle Tribe and dozens of surrounding tribes followed the advice and went all out to collect grain, their precious wealth was still consumed on spirits, jewelry, gold cups and silver plates, and even thin and dazzling silk.
And this also caused that when the white-haired wind swept across everything and the thick ice lingered, his tribe, as well as many surrounding tribes, began to run out of food.
Representatives from dozens of tribes and various factions who came to participate in Akula came to him to discuss and the result was
"Go south! Let's go south! Follow the old method, go to warm places, rob, and kill! Let those cowardly southerners hand over their food, livestock, and wine! Go to their heavy, solid houses
Spend the winter here!”
The war beast roars.
The barbarians tore off their heavy cloaks, exposed their chests, and roared into the north wind.
The strong women knocked down the ram, slit its throat with a stone knife, and let the blood gush into the stone bowl. They burned dry moss and cow dung, cooked the mutton in water, and gave the tribe's warriors a full meal so that they could walk a longer distance.
Children were running around in the big house, waiting to pick up the leftover bones...
A group of warriors, one tribe after another, gathered together, headed south, roaring, wielding spears and giant axes, to seek a chance of survival for their tribe. As for whether they could grab enough food?
Will it encounter extremely strong resistance?
Or even, will the south be hit by a disaster? Will there be enough food for them to grab?
The vast majority of barbarians don't know, and even Elder Rana himself doesn't know the decision. The group of elders and warriors only know based on their own experience:
"No matter how disaster strikes, life in the south will always be better than here! Go south! Go south! If you grab something, you will have a way to survive!"
As for whether you can grab it or not, after enough people die, the remaining food will naturally be enough for the remaining people.
In the vast wilderness, the barbarians rolled up an iron current and surged southward. In the south, east of the Netherlands, William, Earl of Askan [White Wolf] bent down, picked up a ball of hailstones from the ground, and held it tightly
:
"……Hey!"
Spring came late this year, the summer was also cold, and the grain harvest was very poor. It finally struggled to grow a little, and then it was hit by hail!
Ice shards burst out from between his fingers and splashed in all directions. The old level 15 Heavenly Knight, with two thick white eyebrows tightly tangled, looked at the large tracts of fallen wheat fields in front of him, worried:
"We are all so cold, the north, the north... those barbarians..."
Whenever there is a big disaster, they come in groups in small boats! When they get ashore, they rob, food, livestock, women, children, everything that can be moved, they rob!
The Askan family, who was granted the title of Earl of the Border, focuses on the defense of barbarians. He is almost a hundred years old, and every year he sees small disasters, small disasters, and big disasters. He has seen them for ninety years!
"Send the order." Count Askan's face was heavy, colder than the dregs of hail and greener than the fallen wheat field:
"Recheck the coastline lookout posts, lighthouses, and beacons, and make sure they are fully prepared. Make sure that barbarians coming from any direction can get the news;"
"Grain harvesting is carried out, and the wheat and corn that have fallen to the ground with no hope should be recovered as soon as possible to be used as feed;"
"Strengthen the walls and clear the country, and let the people evacuate into the castle as much as possible;"
"Intensify the cavalry's inspections, discover and eliminate at any time..."
He ordered one by one, and naturally someone recorded them one by one and passed them on quickly. He heard the horse's hooves galloping away like rain. In a short time, the following adjutant had carried half of it away.
Count Askan let out a deep breath, turned halfway and was about to mount his horse, when he saw his great-nephew, Albert's grandson Otto standing straight behind him, hesitating to speak. Count Askan paused.
:
"What? Are you in trouble?"
"No, Your Excellency! No, there is a question, Your Excellency!"
"What's up?"
"Thirty percent of the holy water that should have been allocated to us in the first half of the year has not been allocated yet!"
Otto put his feet together, stood at attention, and answered a little nervously. He was only a fifth-level knight. Facing the family's pillar, a 15th-level heavenly knight, was really stressful.
Moreover, as a branch of the family, his only hope of becoming independent is to achieve military success, obtain a fiefdom on the border, and expand outward. To do this, it is obviously most convenient to win the favor of the family leader.
of a road.
The black-haired boy's face turned red, and the slight fluff on his upper lip seemed to turn red. Count Askan gave him a funny look:
"What do you think?"
"I think we need to send more envoys to the Holy See to urge them, especially the churches in the territory. Maybe we should also organize people to pray more? Don't they say that only with devout faith can we get more blessings from the Lord of Glory?
?”
The old knight slowly shook his head. He straightened his back and looked far to the south, as if staring at the holy city that shines brightly and will never fall into darkness. After a while, he waved his hand:
"You go down."
Otto bowed slightly and stepped back quickly. The old knight stared at the mountains in the distance in ecstasy. For a while, he paused and slowly flew up in the awe of the eyes below.
The reason why level 15 Sky Knights are named after "Sky" is because reaching this level generally has the ability to fly. Invisible and formless flames surround him, and he overlooks the silvery hail around him, overlooking the flashes in the distance.
A bright river with a loud voice:
"We border people have steel in our bones and flames in our blood. All difficulties and dangers are borne by ourselves! It is with this that we can gain a foothold on the border, generation after generation, year after year.
One year!”
"White wolf! White wolf! White wolf!"
Below, the accompanying soldiers raised their weapons and shouted thunderously.
No matter what decisions leaders, lords or anyone else make, when disaster strikes, the most seriously injured are always the poorest people.
Even Grete, who was doing research in the hospital, felt this:
In April, the poor mothers who came to Oak Grove Hospital to give birth could barely see their complexions, nutritional conditions, and hemoglobin values;
In May, most of the women at the bottom of the labor force were sallow and thin, and could collapse in the wind. Moreover, the passing rate of hemoglobin values for transfusion recipients who came to the hospital to donate blood or sell blood also dropped from 70% to less than 50%.
;
By June, the nutritional level of poor mothers has dropped to an extremely low level. 72 hours after delivery, the proportion of normal milk secretion has plummeted from the previous 80% to a shocking less than 50%!
Grete had to extend the hospital stay from three days to seven days to try to give them more nutrition. As for the price paid for this, it was doubling the number of beds in the ward and adding extra beds to the corridor, so...
I can't care less. I don't necessarily want the mother to starve to death when she leaves the hospital, and the baby will starve to death in the mother's arms.
In addition to poor pregnant women, the situation of the nurses working in the hospital was gradually getting worse. That day, after Grete had completed an operation, when he was walking from the obstetrics building to the training field behind, he heard someone quarreling in the distance.
Some people scolded, some begged, some looked on, and some talked about it. The woman's voice was sharp and high-pitched, much higher than the man's. Grete walked over slowly, and not far away, he heard the crowd yelling and cursing:
"Thief, thief! Bitch! Whore! Shameless thing!"
"You have no shame! You shrew"
Curses, shouts, discussions, and even the sounds of people grabbing their hair and slapping their hands were all mixed together. Gretel frowned slightly, walked near the crowd, and raised his voice:
"what happened?"
Don’t you know it needs to be quiet in the hospital?
He swallowed these words back and did not blurt out a rebuke. As a mage and the director of a hospital, he had almost unlimited power over these nurses and washerwomen. With just a word, anyone told to get out would get out.
The more this is the case, the more caution and restraint we need
So he just asked and turned his attention to little Jenny who hurried over and squeezed into the crowd.
Little Jenny is already thirteen or fourteen years old. She has been a foreman for several years and has gradually developed her dignity. She should be able to handle this kind of situation, right?
It was obvious that little Jenny had lived up to his expectations. Standing in the center of the crowd, all the nurses bowed their heads and backed away to make way for the two quarreling people.
Little Jenny glanced at both sides, her eyes fell on one of them's clothes and the ground beside her, and she immediately spoke:
"Maria, have you stolen bread again?"
"I didn't!" The washerwoman subconsciously pressed the front of her shirt. More crumbs fell. She subconsciously bent down and crossed her right arm to cover her abdomen, trying to stop those crumbs:
"I don't! This is my own lunch! I just, I just want to take it back to the children... The price of bread is getting more and more expensive, and the children are hungry..."
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