The refugees were silent, they watched silently, looking at the beautiful, wise lady.

She had already made it clear, and it was impossible for them not to know what she was talking about, and of course they themselves knew it.

'Is there really no food for the Sad Wind Leader?' they had such a question in their hearts, but they didn't dare to ask it, and they couldn't ask it.

What is their identity?

'Refugees'!'Refugees'!''Filthy scumbags'!

That's what the 'noble lords' like to call them - 'filthy scumbags'!

Naturally, they didn't think that the lady in front of them would think so, because if she really thought so, she wouldn't have taken them in in the first place, and as long as they were left alone, those 'damned nobles' would have banished them.

They were taken in, 'under the fence'......

"Damn, I don't believe it!"

Everyone looked at it in shock!

A middle-aged man with hanging eyes clenched his fists and asked, "How can such a large territory not have food for us, you poof-"

Before he could finish his sentence, a fist slammed into his face.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" a stout man, red-eyed and clutching the collar of the hanging eye, "What the fuck are you going to say?!"

Hanging eyes pinched the wrist of the strong man, and roared: "How can such a big territory not give us something to eat?!"

"What the fuck—"

The stout man roared angrily and scuffled with the hanging eye.

'How could it not be?'

To put it mildly, the hanging eye asked the doubts in the hearts of most people.

Many people quietly glanced at the chief maid, and suddenly there was a 'pop' in their hearts—

"Get out of the way!"

The man with bright yellow eyes came up to them and whispered at them.

The refugees looked unnaturally out of the way for Cervantes and stood aside with a cower.

Unlike the 'Chief Maid', this 'Lord Lord' looks fierce.

Cervantes, grim, walked over and grabbed Hangeye's shoulder, causing Hangeye to be punched in the face.

Hanging Eye gritted his teeth and slammed his elbow into Cervantes, but the elbow seemed to hit a stone, causing him to exhale in pain: "Wow!"

"Let it go!"

The angry stout man was about to punch the hanging eye, he didn't know whose hand it was, but it was mostly there to help him.

But it was not quite what he thought, a cold voice came into his ears, making him shiver involuntarily, as if he had been poured a basin of cold water, and the whole person calmed down at once.

He let go of his hand in shock, looked up, and saw only a pair of bright yellow eyes.

"You, what are you doing?"

Hanging eyes shouted in panic: "Let go of me, let go of me!"

Cervantes lifted his sling-eye, his feet shaking in the air, and he straightened his feet so hard that he couldn't even reach the ground on his toes.

He was only five and a half feet tall, while Cervantes was more than six feet tall, and his toes couldn't reach the ground after the black dragon lifted him up.

"Hey, put me down, put me down!"

The refugees and nobles watched as Cervantes walked step by step to the gate of the camp with the hanging eye, and the maid held the little girl without saying a word.

"Ouch!"

Hanging Eyes was thrown to the ground by Cervantes, who glared angrily at the expressionless Cervantes, "You-"

"Remember him!" Cervantes ordered to the gatekeepers, "he will not be allowed to enter the camp again, this is a place for refugees, not for the ungrateful ones." ”

Hanging eyes were stunned for a moment, and his lips kept trembling, as if he had just realized what he had just done.

"No......," he opened his mouth to beg Cervantes to spare him, but as soon as he spoke, he only spat out a syllable, and the soldiers guarding the door were like chicken blood.

With their heads held high and their eyes full of pride, they said in unison, "Yes, Lord Duke!"

The hanging eyes were so frightened that they shivered, and cold sweat broke out.

He, he's a 'duke'?

"You don't want to come in!"

Cervantes turned around and left, but a soldier guarding the gate threatened fiercely: "You person who doesn't know how to be grateful, you have provoked the Duke, don't think about going in again!"

The refugees looked beyond the gate to the hanging eye, and saw him sitting alone on the ground, looking particularly pitiful, but who knew what he had just done.

Walking slowly back to the maid, Cervantes glanced at the maid, then at the refugees.

'What you can't do, I'll do it!'

"Do you think so too?" asked Cervantes softly, "Tell me, do you think the same way?"

Facing the scorching eyes of Cervantes, in the face of this question, looking at the silent 'head maid' standing aside, many people were ashamed and lowered their heads.

"Sera is kind enough to take you in, why do you think that?"

The black dragon clasped his hands around him, tilted his head and asked, "Why do you suspect that we must have food in our hands?"

"The Sad Wind Collar was not suitable for growing crops before, last year's harvest was not good, and this year's harvest has not yet arrived, and we have nothing. In recent days, the population of the Sorrowful Wind Territory has increased a lot, and the food was originally barely enough, but with you, everything will be different!"

"You are not the Sadders, you are not my people, because of Serra's kindness, you have food, you have shelter, and you will be able to work. Do you know that the refugees are not only the people you see now, but also in other places and in several refugee camps. ”

"Food is consumed very quickly, and even we need to eat the flesh of those monsters and monsters to get by—because we're used to it—so that we can distribute more of your normal food. ”

"But, can you tell me—what were you thinking?"

Cervantes' calm face suddenly became hideous!

He roared at the refugees, "Tell me, what are you thinking?!"

In the face of Cervantes' questioning, all the refugees bowed their heads in shame and were speechless.

The maid protected the little girl with her hand, but after the little girl was stunned for a moment, she was still frightened and cried.

"Uh......h Wow!"

Cervantes glanced at the little girl and snorted coldly: "Let's go!"

The maid glanced at Cervantes, sighed, and returned the little girl to her father.

Henry was stunned and hugged his daughter back, watching the back of the black dragon and the maid turning away...... Tears flowed out of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Master Maid!" he bowed his head and cried, "I'm really sorry!"

The stiff body seemed to be awakened by this apology.

"I'm sorry ......"

"I'm sorry ......"

"I'm sorry!" everyone cried.

They made way for the black dragon and the maid to leave the camp as they watched.

With tears of guilt in his eyes, he clenched his teeth because he felt shame—shame and shame for himself who had once doubted the head maid!

The corners of the maid's lips, with her back to them, drew a pleasant smile.

"How's it going?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“...... It's just that it's changed from 'hopeless' to 'saved'. The black dragon muttered.

The hanging tip looked at the laughing black dragon and the maid, and his eyes never looked away, but he didn't even look at him as he saw the 'lord and the chief maid' pass by him......

"Woo, woo, woo......" The man behind him suddenly choked up, and then cried with remorse.

The maid paused, then got into the carriage with the support of the black dragon and left.