Chapter 319 The Real World

"Prince City is an agricultural city, and the food produced in it will be supplied to the surrounding city-states and even the Holy Mountain."

“The aristocracy of the city were primarily those farmers who made considerable profits by hiring peasants to work their lands.

Among the twelve trading city-states, although the geographical location of Prince City is somewhat remote, the environment is quite good and the products are rich. It is perfect to make this the first stop on our journey. "

Brunhil and his maid walked on the smooth and open road.

On both sides are wide farmlands.

Although it is spring at the moment, the climate in Prince City is humid and warm. The rice ears are undulating in the fields as far as the eye can see. The scenery is just as Medes said, it is quite good.

"The city gate has arrived."

The little maid took a deep breath and looked at the huge city in the distance surrounded by wooden walls.

Among the holy mountains.

Although I have seen many exquisite gardens.

But this was the first time I saw such vast farmland and endless rice ears.

It had just rained last night, and the earthy fragrance filling the air was so sweet to Medes.

Brunhil was also in a good mood. She had gone to the Holy Mountain to perform many missions, but each time she was in a hurry. At this moment, she calmed down and traveled, and then she discovered that there are many beautiful things in life.

The walls of Prince City are not very tall.

After all, this place belongs to the rear area, and there is basically no danger. The city wall is just to guard against wild beasts and refugees.

But the strange thing is.

This time, watchtowers were erected on the wooden walls.

There were also a large number of Crusaders patrolling, and many of them were holding firearms. The dark muzzles of their guns were pointed at the forest in the distance. The city gates were tightly closed, and no one came in or out. The atmosphere seemed depressing and tense.

"Did something bad happen in this city?"

Brunhil frowned.

I was on guard.

Fortunately, news of Valkyrie's travels finally began to spread in the trading city.

The sharp-eyed sentry on the city wall was the first to discover the traces of the Valkyrie, and he quickly waved his flag to convey the news.

Not long after, the gate of the city wall was lowered by the noose, and a group of fat farmers and nobles wearing silk and brocade clothes walked out of the city.

A flattering smile appeared on his shiny face.

Come to the front.

Among the crowd, the fattest man in purple brocade clothes took a step forward, knelt down at the feet of the Valkyrie with some difficulty, and said respectfully:

"I have met you, sir. I am Decathlon, the Lord of Prince City. I am really surprised to see you."

With that said, Decathlon reached out and wanted to kiss the back of Brunhil's hand.

Unfortunately.

A look of disgust flashed across Brunhil's face.

She pretended that she didn't see it, and the city owner Decathlon didn't feel embarrassed, and his face was still full of smiles, "We have arranged a fine banquet for you. If you can come to participate, it will be a great blessing..."

Decathlon spoke, and the surrounding nobles also agreed.

The originally serious atmosphere at the scene became much more cheerful, like entering a circus.

Brunhil originally wanted to ask about the sentries on the city walls and the weapons aimed at the forest, but now was obviously not the right time.

She could only swallow her doubts for the time being and nodded gently.

As a nobleman, it would be quite rude to refuse the invitation of the local host on such an occasion, so Brunhil could only reluctantly agree.

"Great, great!"

Decathlon was ecstatic, rubbing his hands, and his two small eyes seemed to be buried in his flesh.

"The Valkyrie of the Holy Mountain is willing to attend my banquet. If word spreads about this, the nobles in other cities will envy me..."

Decathlon leads the way.

The Valkyrie followed Decathlon into the city, surrounded by the crowd and the Crusaders.

Cross the city gate.

After seeing the scene inside, Brunhil was shocked that the environment inside the city and outside the city were so different.

The outer city area near the city wall is obviously a place where civilians live. The houses are in dilapidated condition, and occasionally some refugees in ragged clothes can be seen. On the contrary, the streets of the city looked quite clean, even with precious rose petals scattered on them, and there was no filthy smell as expected.

but…

When Brunhil looked around.

It can be clearly seen that many houses have been forcibly demolished.

Some old people and children in shabby clothes just sat numbly among the ruins. They were obviously at a loss when they saw Decathlon and others.

And the Crusaders had already arrived in front of them, holding guns and sticks in their hands, using astonishing roars and merciless force to drive away these homeless wanderers.

Valkyrie sighed, but didn't stop.

Keep moving forward.

The streets have become much wider, and the surrounding houses have changed from straw adobe to cleaner stone houses.

Maybe he heard the news of Valkyrie's arrival. When Brunhil passed a corner, a large number of sloppily dressed refugees ran out from all around.

The Valkyrie was only wearing an ordinary white nun uniform, but her astonishing beauty and prowess still made these refugees scream and cry. Their clothes were ragged, and most of them looked slovenly. Layers of mud and sweat stains had stained the pieces that could hardly be called clothes. Some people didn't even have clothes, and their exposed bodies were thin and covered with dirt.

The air at this time was only about ten degrees Celsius, and many people were shivering in the cold wind, but no one moved a step.

same.

When the Valkyrie passed in front of them.

These poor people also knelt down and worshiped. Some even took out the last humble belongings they had and tried to throw them towards the place where the Valkyrie walked.

Considering their condition, this may be their last possession.

The endless sufferings in this life make these people regard religion as their last bit of spiritual comfort, and they are even willing to sacrifice everything for this.

suddenly.

The Valkyrie stopped.

Everyone stopped following her, and their eyes fell on the Valkyrie.

Brunhil squatted down, and then gently picked up a dark object from her feet. She didn't know what it was, but she noticed an unkempt woman on the side of the street with a frightened expression. He hugged the child tightly in his arms.

The boy's body was so thin, with almost no meat. Due to long-term malnutrition, his head became somewhat deformed, and the dirty skin stuck tightly to the bones.

Brunhil turned again.

He looked at the nobles and farmers following him who were wearing brocade clothes, as fat as pigs, and with shiny faces.

Not only do I wonder, are these two groups of people really the same species?

"terribly sorry!"

Decathlon suddenly looked like a frightened rabbit, nodding madly and apologizing to Valkyrie. Sweat flowed down his neck, soaking his clothes.

"Are you blind? Get rid of all the garbage on both sides of the street!"

Decathlon roared at the soldiers.

Knowing that they were in trouble, the soldiers began to take action. They walked toward the refugees with unkind expressions and yelled loudly. The refugees had frightened expressions on their faces, but they were still unwilling to leave.

"Please wait!"

Brunhil took a deep breath, unable to bear the condemnation brought by his conscience any longer.

The soldiers, farmers, and refugees stopped at the same time.

The air was as silent as solid.

Brynhil stood there, but it was more dazzling than the sun, with unquestionable majesty shining on his moving face.

"Sir, you..." Decathlon swallowed and asked softly.

But the Valkyrie ignored it and walked straight towards the unkempt woman.

Bending down and spreading his palms, the black thing lay quietly in the Valkyrie's white palms, forming a sharp contrast.

The woman was so frightened that she didn't dare to move.

She was short and thin. When she stood in front of Brunhil, she seemed quite at a loss. Her lips were moving, not knowing what to say or where to put her eyes.

Instead, it was the child in her arms.

It seemed that hunger overcame fear after all. He reached out and grabbed the black dumpling, then put it in his mouth and started to chew it.

"Is this food?"

Brunhil spoke with some difficulty, pausing in the middle.

"yes…"

The short woman finally came to her senses and quickly flattered her:

"This is the relief rations given to us by the church. Thanks to these gentlemen, we can have food to eat and survive. There are still people out there who are not satisfied."

"This kind of dumpling is made of grains and vegetables. It doesn't look good, but it actually tastes good. We eat this kind of thing often."

The woman hadn't finished speaking yet.

Decathlon couldn't wait to squeeze in and explained.

"I didn't let you talk."

Brunhil's voice suddenly became cold.

She stretched out her hand, pinched off half of the dumpling in the boy's hand, raised her head and swallowed it, frowning, and had to exert herself to swallow the food.

The smile on Decathlon's face suddenly froze.

Looking at the scene in front of me, I felt chills all over.

Numb women, emaciated children, officials with oily faces... Brynhil's gray-blue pupils flashed across their faces one by one, and there was clearly sadness in his voice.

"It's obviously dirt here."

"this…"

For a moment, Decathlon was sweating profusely and didn't know what to say.

"Let's go to church first."

Medes spoke to ease the embarrassment. Decathlon took advantage of the situation and continued to lead the way.

The banquet was held in a church in the center of the city.

Although the church is not large in size, it looks quite dated and is well maintained. The bright and clean flower windows, neatly trimmed lawns, and spotless statues all prove that the administrators are very attentive.

The brown-red door of the church.

A chubby bishop wore a white robe with rosary beads hanging around his neck, his face full of piety. Behind him, there were a dozen young deacons wearing white shirts and black vests.

"Your humble servant Kazelis, sends you my most loyal greetings."

When the Valkyrie stepped into the church, the bishop bowed deeply, and then led the Valkyrie and the accompanying nobles to the church with a smoking censer. Under the statue of the god, rich food was placed on the long table.

Golden and crispy roasted leg of lamb, steak decorated with cherry tomatoes, sliced ​​buttered bread and so on...

It had only been ten minutes since Valkyrie entered the city. Such rich and exquisite food would certainly not have been prepared in such a short period of time.

The only possibility is that these officials have been making preparations and cooking with fresh ingredients after receiving the news.

Brunhil looked at the rich food in front of him.

But in my heart, all I could think of were the sallow-looking refugees outside.

At this thought, Brunhil had no appetite at all, and if she didn't take action, no one among the people present would dare to speak.

Just when Brunhil picked up the knife and fork, he had to hesitate a little because of etiquette.

Outside the city wall, there was suddenly a clear sound of gunshots. Brynhil thought of the strange sight he saw outside the city, and put down the knife and fork he had just picked up.

"What happened outside?"

"It's just a little trouble."

Decathlon quickly explained, "The guards will be dealt with right away. You don't need to take action. We just need to sit here and enjoy the food... Prince City has plenty of sunshine, and the local wine is also quite delicious. I still have some ten A collection from many years ago, you must try it. ”

"Up to the city wall!"

Brunhil realized what he was hiding.

After saying that, she stood up and strode towards the city wall. The Crusaders guarding outside saw the Valkyrie and quickly made way for both sides.

The noble farmers in the church had helpless looks on their faces when they saw the Valkyrie leaving.

Running back and forth is not a small burden for their fat bodies. Although they don't want to at this moment, they can only follow the Valkyrie.

Come to the city wall.

Valkyrie soon noticed that at the edge of the forest, a group of ragged people holding white flags were walking out of the forest.

The guards on the city wall shot at them without hesitation, trying to intimidate them and prevent them from getting close to the city wall. Some of those people kept falling down, lying in pain in a pool of blood.

But every time one fell, another one came out of the forest.

"Ceasefire!"

Brunhil could no longer bear the evil he saw and growled in an angry voice.

Under the command of the Valkyrie, the Crusaders immediately stopped shooting, and the sound of gunfire on the city wall immediately stopped.

"Open the door and let them in!"