'Refugees' are a catastrophe for others and for themselves.

These poor people would not have left their places of residence if they were not forced to do so, and they themselves did not want to be displaced, but they had no choice.

Because of the war, they left their homes and came to a completely unfamiliar place, they were overwhelmed and confused, and they didn't even know what tomorrow would be like.

They are pathetic, but at the same time 'hateful'!

A large number of refugees don't mind being bandits, because if they don't become bandits, they risk starvation, but when they become bandits, they kill others in order to survive.

They are pitiful, yet hateful, and they are the best explanation for the word 'pathetic'.

Lords and commoners will drive them away mercilessly, their eyes often full of confusion and struggle, but most of all 'pain'.

The pain of being uprooted, the pain of losing everything, the pain of not seeing hope, the pain of not being understood, the pain of being treated badly, the pain of inner struggle......

They are always hoping that someone can help them, they are always hoping that the disaster will end soon, they are always looking forward to being able to return to their hometown.

But no one will understand -

His fellow human beings drove them out, rejected them, and hated them.

War and hunger consume them, and despair degrades them.

They began to run, run, run......

Saw a beam of light!

No one understood that they were redeemed, they were saved, and the merciful chief maid, the generous lord, the valiant knights reached out to them and pulled them up from the abyss.

Now, they can smile on their faces......

In the camps, scruffy bards sing rough songs of their own composition with poor fingering and singing skills, but the refugees listen to them with relish.

The daughter had already slapped her palms red, and Henry hugged her with a smile on his face, and then kept applauding.

The performer grinned, showed a mouthful of big yellow teeth, and raised the lute in his hand to thank the audience.

He knew that these refugees would not give him even a penny, he knew that these refugees had no ability to appreciate at all, and he knew that these refugees were not too bad...... Because, he was one of the refugees himself, he fled here, and accepted the help of the Sadwind Leader, even though he knew that the music he composed was not good, but he still wanted to play and sing.

He wanted to use his power to tell the story of the selfless help of the head maid of the Sad Wind Lord, and he wanted to sing it so that everyone could realize the generosity and kindness of the lord here.

It wasn't a retribution, if it weren't for that rescue, he would have died in some unknown wood.

Although he knew that it was not specifically to save him, it was difficult to repay the grace of saving his life, so he could repay as much as he could.

So he picked up his lute again—something he had borrowed from someone to make himself, after all, he was also a bard.

When he restarted playing the music with his calloused hands, he felt very emotional.

He had been a bard who could fight in close combat and attack from afar, until he was hit by an arrow in the knee and knew he couldn't go on.

Hurriedly took the money saved over the years and returned to his hometown to buy a piece of land, married a mother-in-law who was not ugly, put away the lute and the sword, and the once handsome face became vicissitudes after being exposed to the sun and wind.

Only when the wind and rain are in a good mood will he take it out and fiddle with it in front of his son, but after so many years, his skills have become rusty, and he has not fallen much in playing and singing, but his voice has long been hoarse, and his body is no longer flexible.

The songs and lyrics written are not very good, and over the years, I have only cared about the harvest and taxes, and sometimes I will pick up a sword and fight with the robbers, but I really haven't picked up the music and lyrics.

When a pair of murderous soldiers attacked their village, he and the men of the village killed the soldiers, but they had to leave their hometown or lose their heads.

But he did not expect that there would be so many beasts and monsters along the way, and just after they were exhausted and almost unable to hold on, the soldiers who had refused to shelter them came again, and the scholar-like man said that they had come by order—the benevolent and good head maid.

Because he was often in contact with the adventurers who passed by, he also knew the reputation of the head maid, and with his guarantee and call, most of them followed him.

Anyway, they were all saved, and he will never forget this incident, and he will never forget this kindness.

"Someone's coming!"

Suddenly, a man shouted, "Carriage!"

The smiles on the refugees' faces froze, and then the atmosphere slowly turned heavy.

At this point, the first word that comes to their mind is 'tax officer' – maybe not a tax officer, but it should be pretty much the same.

And how could the aristocrats let them enjoy free food and free shelter?

If it weren't for the head maid, the nobles would have driven them away, leaving them starving to death and being slain by wild beasts, and there would have been no mercy.

The chief maid was kind and generous, and the nobles were greedy and ugly in their impression.

Because of these nobles, the 'head maid' is reflected in the image of 'a wise woman who is more beautiful and kind than a goddess'.

Henry held his daughter in his arms and looked silently at the entrance of the camp.

The camp is quite large and can accommodate several hundred people, and although the tents are densely packed, there is a road that leads from the camp gate to the center of the camp.

People gather around the fire in the middle of the camp to laugh and receive their food – for them, two meals in the morning and evening are enough.

There was also a stream next to the camp, and the refugees had to clean up every two days at most, which was what the head maid requested, and they did it anyway, though they didn't know why.

Any instructions from the refugees to 'that head maid' can automatically beautify them in their hearts and raise them to the level of 'this is for all mankind', and they have automatically become the brain-dead fans of the brain-dead fans, and the No.1 among the self-attacking players!

They saw the carriages and the knights of the guards stop outside the camp gate, and they couldn't see it clearly because of the distance.

The richly dressed local nobles got out of the car first, and their appearance made the originally lazy and lazy gatekeeper soldiers straighten their backs in an instant, and the refugees also cast puzzled glances.

The local nobles wiped the sweat from their foreheads with handkerchiefs, the summer morning was not too hot, but their hearts were as if they were being burned by flames, and it was very tormenting.

They stood aside, their eyes staring straight at the last carriage.

Unlike the carriage they were riding, the carriage, although it looked very simple and was actually very simple, in the hearts of the nobles present, it was a symbol of 'grace and luxury'.

The carriage door opened, and the man with bright yellow eyes got out of the carriage, glanced at them, then turned back and held out his hand.

A small hand was placed on the black dragon's hand, but those nobles couldn't help but swallow as if they were greatly shocked.

The woman who loved the maid's costume stepped out of the carriage under the guidance of the lord, with obvious dark circles on her face, and just one glance made the flesh and skin on the faces of those nobles tremble, and they looked away.

The uneasiness and apprehension in my heart are revealed at this moment!

Without letting go of the hand she was holding, the maid glanced at them and said, "Let's go, let me see how your work has been these days, and I hope you don't let me down." ”

Hearing this sound, they got goosebumps all over their bodies, as if they thought of something terrible.

They had to smile, the flattery on their faces no longer needed to be concealed, and everyone could see their careful thoughts.

With trepidation, they led Cervantes and the maid into the camp.

Not because of anything else, but because just two days ago, the Minister of Finance had his old accounts turned over, and half of the family went to jail!

But...... No one spoke for them.