Chapter 113 (1/2)
It was getting late, and the cold silver hook was hung in the cold wind howling sky again. The killing north wind passed through the tower of the castle, leaving an echo like a young woman crying.
After a busy day, Loren woke up from meditation. His dark pupils reflected the snow covered wilderness and woods in the distance, waiting silently.
The whole castle is carefully and nervously preparing for the coming battle. But except for the count's guard knights, the rest of the castle guards were completely confused and didn't even know what to do.
This is also a matter of no choice. At present, ruwen can't tell them that half of the Earls of shenlinbao led by the Seine family are ready to rebel, and they are the last line of defense for resistance.
According to Loren's understanding of these castle guards, I'm afraid that as soon as this sentence is spoken, at least half of them will run away immediately. It's hard to say how long the rest who are willing to stick to the castle can last.
There is also a shack camp not far from the castle. Although Loren wants to withdraw some refugees into the castle, the current situation does not allow him to do so, because there is really not enough food in the castle.
In the past, the way of separating refugees and arranging work for some of them was to reduce food consumption; With the help of the nobles' sneak attack on the granary and set fire, Loren cut the amount of relief by half. But by now, the food in the castle has long been used up.
If the refugees are put into the castle, this will be noticed immediately. In order to live, they would immediately betray the count who had given them land - after all, living was more important than anything.
The more serious problem is that many of these refugees have been bought by the seiner family. Loren can't predict what will happen. These nobles of shenlinbao lowered their moral lower limit again and again, which really made Loren ”look at it with admiration”.
But it's hard for ruwen and Loren to let the refugees starve to death. After thinking about it, the count decided to let go of the hunting grounds in his territory and let the refugees enter.
Although it is already a severe winter, there are still free range rabbits, wild squirrels and some fungus fruits buried in the ground. If you look carefully, you can still find food. There are also many hunters among the refugees. They will never starve themselves to death and can help the rest.
Loren can also see that Lu Wen, who made this decision, is actually very distressed. For this noble young master, the hunting ground is like his playground and back garden. To do so is to let people in and spoil it casually. His hunting ground will certainly be unable to hunt next year.
He slowly got up and moved. Loren, who didn't wear a wizard's robe, changed into a brand-new Leather Armor - a gift given to him by Reuven Fred after he came to Shenlin castle.
Exquisite dark brown shoulder pads, boots and gloves are made of salted cow leather, and some joint parts have redundant chain armor protection. In a word, it is a relatively light armor, which is very suitable for fast movement. It is perfect for Loren. The protective effect is also far beyond the ”rags” he wore when he was a servant.
Especially in many places on the armor, Loren can clearly see the traces of alchemists participating in the production. Because there is a little wizard, an alchemical genius, he also knows something about it.
It seems that the Wizards in this world only know how to do research in the laboratory
Just when he heard something outside the door and was ready to go out to have a look, a castle guard directly knocked open the door and gasped in horror.
”Wizard, please go and have a look. There are all people outside the castle!” the breathless guards trembled: ”all the refugees are outside. I'm afraid there are thousands of people!”
”Tell the soldiers guarding the gate never to open the gate!” Loren patted him on the shoulder and back and asked calmly, ”does the count know about it?”
”The count has rushed there and is waiting for you in the courtyard.” the guard nodded: ”we want to maintain order, but there are too many refugees outside, and we can't see clearly at night!”
Loren, who picked up his wand, turned and left the room. Before we got to the courtyard, we heard the noisy cries outside, which almost overshadowed the voice of speech.
Guards running back and forth with torches were everywhere in front of the castle gate. The young count with a long sword stood in the middle of the courtyard, and the red cloak fluttered gently under the moonlight.