Apocalypse Lord-Chapter 63 - 61: Arrogance Engraved in the Bones

The camp was a hive of activity.

The women crushed the white biscuits, piled them into pots, and then added fresh water, sea salt, and a small amount of a strange red potion, eventually producing a hot and sour thick soup.

There were many points for food distribution.

The charcoal fires for boiling the thick soup burned constantly, as there were too many hungry refugees; the old hunter and his group were just one of many.

"Line up! Everyone gets their share! Listen, no causing trouble here!"

Several militia wielding iron swords kept a close eye on the crowd, striving to maintain order.

The old hunter looked at the young man leading the group: "Sir, what should we do now?"

"Hurry up and get in line, meals are free for the first two days, during which you can set up camp on the ground we designate for you."

The young militia member explained with a smile, "But after two days, you’ll need to find work yourselves, as Seagull Town doesn’t welcome freeloaders."

"Thank you... thank you..."

The old hunter responded humbly, taking his daughter’s hand and moving towards the nearest queue.

The aroma grew stronger. Lin swallowed her saliva, the girl’s large eyes filled with eager anticipation.

The waiting for food was always anxiety-inducing; the crowd was starting to stir, but quieted down again at the shouts of the militia.

Fortunately, the female workers were swift, and the hunter and his daughter soon found themselves at the front of the line.

What the old hunter feared did not happen.

There were no brutal food contracts, no cold stares or insults; the wooden bowl handed over by the female worker was heavy, filled generously with thick soup.

Lin carefully held the bowl, tears streaming down her face as she began to devour the food eagerly, finding it incredibly delicious.

The old hunter silently wiped the tears from his daughter’s cheeks, then brought the wooden bowl to his own lips.

The biscuits had become soft from soaking, the thick soup even a bit scalding; sour, salty, warm — the flavors flooded his throat, indescribably wonderful.

This is... the feeling of being alive...

Indeed, people can endure whips and swords, but cannot endure hunger that cuts to the bone.

On a cold winter day, nothing could comfort the heart more than this bowl of thick soup.

The old hunter swallowed the thick soup, feeling warmth spread rapidly through his body. He and his daughter ate with deep concentration, even licking the crumbs clean from the bottom of the bowl.

"Sir soldier! I can work for Lord Roland right now!"

One person stood up, holding an empty bowl, eagerly requesting from the nearby Decurion: "As long as I can eat this food every day, I’ll do anything!"

"Everyone, hold your horses."

The Decurion shook his head, declaring loudly, "Before working, you must first listen to the priest’s sermon!"

A sermon?

The old hunter grew serious; amidst the confused gazes of the people, a tall Sun Praise priest stepped onto the platform holding a prayer book.

"Everyone!" Priest Sean clenched his fist, "Next, I will tell you what has happened to this kingdom!"

The camp gradually quieted down, as commoners naturally held affection for the Sun Praise priest.

This was a strategy Lin Lan devised after much thought.

—It’s essential to make people understand what they have gone through.

The madness of Prince Ryan, the wickedness of the nobility, the cruelty of the knights, the Blood Plague Curse ravaging the kingdom, and what Lord Roland has done.

The refugees, slow of mind, might not understand Sean’s sermon.

But that’s okay, reshaping thoughts requires long-term persistence, and among this, the most crucial part is that people’s understanding will dilute the harm of the Blood Plague Curse!

Whether it’s the Sun Ash Soil in the domain or the Blood Activation Gel in the bellies of the commoners, Lin Lan has fully prepared responses to the Blood Plague.

The priest’s voice carried on the wind reached everyone’s ears.

"Father, is the Lion’s Heart Glory false, and the noble lords actually bad people?" the black-haired girl asked, somewhat confused.

"One day you will understand, Lin."

The old hunter’s gaze was deep, and at this moment, a smile finally appeared on his wrinkled face: "It seems we’re going to stay in Seagull Town for a long time."

"Yes!" The girl hugged her empty bowl, nodding vigorously: "It feels so good not to be hungry!"

Seagull Town was becoming prosperous at a visible pace.

The previous batch of settled refugees had already integrated into the town; Lin Lan had provided enough food and fuel, so the commoners no longer needed to curl up in cold rooms through the harsh winter.

A multitude of job opportunities awaited people to fill.

Chopping pine wood, transporting materials, building houses, constructing roads, every person was utilized to the fullest.

Under people’s labor, changes in the town center became especially noticeable, the ’Sunshine Processing Plant’ was expanding rapidly, with workshop after workshop rising from the ground.

The Sun Mine had accelerated the development speed of the territory immensely!

The newly felled wood, which would usually require a long time to dry before use, was found by carpenters to be rapidly dried of moisture simply by placing it near the Melting Furnace, with the golden flames further enhancing the wood’s quality!

The same effect could even apply to the textile mill, where fabrics blessed by the Sunshine possessed stronger cold resistance! The workers tirelessly utilized the Sunshine resources day after day, their feet never touching the ground.

However, this was only the most basic use of the Sun Ash Soil.

Lin Lan had already paved the road connecting the town and the iron mine, and plans to build a steel mill and brick factory were advancing rapidly!

Because the Lord took the initiative to pay the workers, a small market even appeared on the outskirts of the factories, and the life of the townspeople was improving step by step.

Even so, there were still those who sneered at all of this.

At the port on the shore, several large Alliance sailboats were docked.

"Is this the Seagull Town that Charles spoke of?"

A well-dressed Alliance merchant stood on one of the cargo ships, gazing at the distant town with disappointment, shaking his head.

This place was far too shabby!

Look at those crude wooden or stone houses, even the local prisons of the Alliance are built more attractively than these ramshackle buildings!

The so-called significant Deep Sea Treasures? Mass-produced Blood Circulation Potions?

Ha... looking at it now, those were all just tricks Charles used to deceive.

He really had been too gullible, falling for that bastard’s nonsense!

The merchant stomped his foot, regretful that he hadn’t stayed in Lion Heart Royal City, where he might have squeezed one last deal out of the nobles.

"Sir, do we still need to meet with the local lord?"

A crew member stepped forward, glanced at the other merchant ships, and whispered to the captain: "We might have arrived too late."

"Too late? So be it, what is there to discuss with ignorant country bumpkins?"

The merchant sneered, "I bet those who went ashore first will definitely regret it!"

"Set sail." He said impatiently.

He really didn’t have the time to waste on these lower-class people.