Chapter 675 - The History of Chaos III (1/2)

In the middle of the town square, the soldiers keep an eye on the refugees, although most of them are harmless people who obviously need help, however infrequently there are some bad people mixed among them.

it's mind-boggling for anyone who still has the heart to take advantage of other people's misery in this already desperate situation, however, there was an incident in the early years of L'markieth.

At that time L'markieth in the middle of adjusting from moving the citizen of Harland or whoever still left to stay at L'markieth during that times among the refugees from other cities was infiltrated by a small group of a mercenary tried to take over L'markieth, at that time the uninformed mercenary didn't know that L'markieth is owned and under the protection of Harland kingdom jurisdiction.

When they realize what they get themselves into, there are no words that could describe their shocked expression. Since then the gate security gives a thorough examination to all refugees who came to L'markiet and so far nothing is happening but the King's men refuse to let their guards down.

”General Leon” Lory greets the stalwart man in front of her.

The middle-aged man turns around and gives her firm saluted ”Greeting Your highness!”

”You look well General” Lory return his greet with the same polite manner ”How is the situation?”

”So far, so good,” said, General Leon.

”And the beast outside?” Lory squints her eyes.

”Just like weeds, they don't decrease no matter how much we've killed” he gives a lopsided grin.

That's mean the situation remain the same, she folds her hand while leaning on the bridged as she watched the refugees through the examination by soldiers, Lory then shifts her gaze to the old General ”have you received any news about Lucas and the other?” although her voice sounds calm and a bit apathetic but it's he could see clearly the anxiety in those beautiful purple eyes.

”Unfortunately we haven't received any news this past five days, but fret not, this is not the first time we lose contact with the prince for several days, however with the Archknight guarding the prince I'm sure the prince is alright” The general confidently said as he tries to comfort the young princess.

”I know…” Lory subconsciously plays with her necklace, the same cheap necklace Lucas gave her a long time ago, but that memory feels like ages.

Saw her downhearted expression general Leon try to divert her focus ”Your highness, why don't we check the refugees who just came, I heard they bring a lot of small children, we could check their situation and perhaps they could give us beneficial information about the situation outside.”

His plan works, nothing could make her feel better more than handling a new task to keep her mind busy ”Oh, you right, let's check them out!”

General Leon inwardly sighs in relief, without further ado, he leads Lory to the temporary camp. Immediately she was overwhelmed with children's cries, while the a.d.u.l.t looks a bit lost and nervous because they don't know what would happen to them from here on, they are absolutely and completely dependent on the mercy of Harland Kingdom.

”Ah, your highness!” the nurse and doctor stunned.

”Princess Lorient!” the soldier immediately straight their back and gives her a salute.

The nurses and soldiers simultaneously make way for her as their bend their waist courteously, Lory quickly raised her hands ”It's okay, tend the patient first!”

”Yes your highness!” they immediately raised their head and continue their works swiftly, the refugees were stunned and amazed, they never thought they would meet the legendary Lucient heir in a flesh. One of the patients was so nervous she almost jumps from the bed to kneel on the ground but Lory swiftly catches her.

”Are you okay? don't get up, you will hurt yourself!” she holds the woman's shoulder then gently helps her back to her bed.

The woman was fl.u.s.tered, she feel embarrassed but happy at the same time ”Ye…yes, your highness, I'm sorry for the trouble” her face turns crimson.