As soon as it was dawn, the team set off again, this time without stopping too much elsewhere. Locke just took a casual look at the development of the towns along the way, led by Berg.

After affirming that the young government officials, composed of the second sons of the nobles, had indeed played a role in the grassroots towns, Locke led everyone to his hometown of Tranquility according to the distance he remembered.

After going through so much and living in this world for so long. Locke has subconsciously regarded this place as his home, and his memories of his past life are slowly blurring, but everything here is becoming clearer and clearer.

He seems to be assimilated by the world...

"My lord, I thought about it for a night yesterday," Bergzema followed Locke as he walked down the wide road, and he said solemnly, "I don't know if it would be appropriate to recruit undead civilians into Lordaeron, but if my family does become undead and still have memories of their lives, I think I may accept them." ”

"The loss of their precious life is already painful for them, and getting back up again is a curse for them to live in all day. It's not their fault, it's the sorcerer's fault who spread the plague of the undead! And if during this period, they, who are longing for family affection, suffer from their living relatives again... Our refusal, what will become of them? ”

Locke turned his head to look at him solemnly, he didn't expect Berg to think of this.

"That's right," Locke smiled with relief, "If my family were still alive, I might still be as troubled as you are." But I will choose to accept them in the end, because we are their living relatives, their last bond. If we really give up on them, then they can only go to the extreme abyss, and no one knows what terrible things will happen in the future. ”

"If everybody can think like you two," Demytia followed from Locke's other side, smiling at the two of them, "then Lordaeron really won't be a problem..."

"Then when we go back, you can help me persuade the nobles who disagree with this matter." Locke affirmed, "Although this incident does not see any great benefit in the short term, it will still put the people in panic and anger." But in the long run, it will bring us Lordaeron to a real sense of unity and peace! ”

Locke summoned all the guards who were guarding him to the vicinity, and told everyone what he had envisioned to solve the undead, so that they could help him improve it. By the way, listen to the reactions of the soldiers who can represent ordinary people.

After last night's foreshadowing, the attitude of the vast majority of soldiers towards the undead has changed to a certain extent. It's not very resistant to it, and it's not very supportive. However, some people are worried about whether the spirits of the undead in the ruins of the royal city will have the courage to come out of there.

Locke can't guarantee it, and not every undead yearns for life in the human period, and there are always some undead who think differently from others.

The time for small talk always passed quickly, and before they knew it, they were at the entrance of Quiet Town.

A few years ago, Locke of this world left with a fleeing family team, and a few years later this Locke returned, with a prominent position and power...

People are the same people, but they are a little different...

The Kashgar Mountains stretch along the coastline of Iva to the north of the Tirisfard Glade, forming a valley of fists on both sides as it travels to the southeast, where the town of Tranquility is located.

This town was once the largest town in the western part of the Tirisfal Glade in peacetime. Its interior is home to vast fertile plains, vigorous streams originating from the Kashgar Mountains, lush forests, and a prolific gold mine, the Lodar Cave.

Locke had read the description of the town in the Iva Library, and at its peak the population was home to more than 60,000 Lordaerons. They were partly the descendants of miners, and partly the little nobles like Grandpa Locke who lived here from the orcs.

Walking through the stone-walled fortresses at the entrance to the town of Tranquility under construction, the view suddenly widens, and the view is endlessly filled with lush farmland and flower fields.

Colorful flowers sway gently in the breeze, and the air is filled with fragrant fragrances.

"A few months ago, the Administrator who led the refugees here reported that there are still undead living here," Berg shrugged, "Fortunately, your Excellency has made the decision to resettle the undead civilians at the meeting, and they have all since moved to the undead gathering places in the northwest by the sea. ”

"Didn't the free undead act in a rebellious or hostile way? How many of them are there? Locke was shocked and hurriedly asked, the father in his memory was sacrificed here, maybe he was also resurrected?

"There are only a few hundred of them, and they can't say that they are hostile, so they can only instinctively defend us." Berg scratched his hair, shrugged helplessly, and said, "I only know about the adults, specifically, I still have to ask the current political magistrate of this town." ”

"Alright," Locke wrapped his legs between the warhorse's belly, "then let's hurry up!" ”

Along the neatly repaired road, it took about ten minutes for Locke to come to the entrance of Quiet Town. Unlike the other towns, perhaps because this is Locke's former hometown, the town here is much better in every way than what I have seen before.

The roads in the town are paved with neatly carved stones, and the houses on both sides of the streets are made of boulders. The street lamps on both sides of the road are wizards' magic lanterns, and the town is clean and tidy, with no patches on everyone's clothes.

Inns, blacksmiths, tailors, grocers, butchers, and even shops selling weapons and shields.

Everything was new, and Locke remembered that these functional buildings were pushed to be rebuilt, but only the local church that Locke was impressed by was not demolished. The façade of the church has been painted with new white paint, all the carvings of the minaret have been re-carved and installed, and the multicolored glass has been reinstalled on every window.

A man dressed in a high-ranking priest's robe stood at the entrance to the town hall to greet Locke. Bald, kind-looking, and looking to be about forty years old, slightly chubby, he smiled and nodded to Locke, "Welcome, Grand Lord Harvey, may the Holy Light be with you." ”

"What about the others? Pastor Joseph? Berg stepped forward and turned his head from side to side, "What about Clerk Breel?" And the local sheriff? How many other officers are there? ”

"Unfortunately, there seems to have been an earthquake yesterday, did you feel it on the way here?" As he spoke, Pastor Joseph pointed to the mountains to the west and said, "The earth trembled here with the sound of a violent explosion. And then today there was a leak in the Lordal mine, and the Brell Clerk and the other officers went there. ”

"They're assessing whether the water from the mountains brought by the earthquake will affect our farmland."

"All right, Pastor Joseph," Berg nodded, glancing back at Locke, and seeing that Locke was looking around the houses in a trance, he continued to the priest, "Lord Harvey has been tired from a hard day's work and needs to go to the town's inn to rest. If you have something to do, please come to the inn and look for Lord Harvey. ”

Sending off the local priest, he looked up at the sky, where the sun was obscured by the mountains to the west. He turned back to Locke and said, "It's going to be dark soon, my lord." We'll go to the inn to rest, and when they come back, they'll be sure to come to see you. ”

Locke nodded, and made his way to the inn surrounded by the guards.

Locke's mind is a little messy right now... Although the town has been renovated, every time he walks to a familiar place, some images of his childhood pop up in Locke's mind.

Their uncontrolled behavior made Locke look like a fool in this town, expressionless and a little sluggish... This situation did not improve until Locke was taken into the local inn and laid down in his room.

The attentive Demytia noticed Locke's discomfort, and she mixed a soothing potion with the herbs she had brought with her and handed it to Locke. When Locke was stunned with the blue liquid, Demytia just smiled and said, "This will make you feel better..."

Despite his reluctance, Locke drank the potion that Demytia had prepared on the spot. However, the effect came quickly, and from the moment he stepped into this town, he was in a state of confusion and violent thoughts, and slowly became stable.

"It's amazing, how did you do it?" Locke hammered his head and said helplessly, "I was attacked by memories of the past just now..."

"The planet we live on is full of all kinds of magic that we can't see with our naked eyes," Demitea said, smiling, spreading her hands. "Although I hate to admit it, the fact is that wizards often say that our Light is also an energy, and that's not wrong at all."

"We live in magic, and they will subtly change our bodies. The function of apothecary is to refine and purify the magic contained in the herbs, so that we can resonate with the magic of the same properties contained in our bodies after taking it. Thus eliminating the ailments of our body. ”

"Of course, every pharmacist is a physician. Doctors will strictly control the intake of the drug to avoid any unreasonable reactions. ”

For this explanation, Locke could only helplessly spread his hands. This is a world of high demons that cannot be questioned, but he does not understand this...

Locke got up and went to the window next to the bed, opened it, and poked his head out to look at the deserted street... Night had fallen, the magic lanterns on both sides of the road glowed yellow, and there was no one on the street, everyone had returned to their homes. The windows of the houses on both sides of the street glowed yellow, and laughter and laughter were heard from time to time.

Locke laughed bitterly a few times.... This town is far better than other places, and that's because they all know that this is my hometown, and it's a pity that they built it so well...

The soul of this body is not really a person of this world.

But it's strange that Demytia's cup of potion actually suppressed the memory riot of the aboriginal in my mind... Was this the golden woman who used to be in that dark space to help?

"All right, Lord Harvey," Demytia looked at Locke with a smile as she got up from her chair, "I think it's time for us to go down for dinner." ”