On the third day, outside the east gate of the capital. ([

The nightingale hid in the mist and quietly stared at the ragged refugees. Under the echo sound technique, they were summoned one after another and slowly moved towards the dock with the Knight Brian.

Now they no longer have to walk through the edge of the refugee camp like they did the previous two days ago, breaking the crowd apart and leading away. The large number of fugitives were transferred to make the remaining people notice this. As long as a wave of people were pulled away from the edge, people would follow us in the future. Even the guards on the city wall noticed what was happening at the foot of the wall, but for them, they wanted these fugitives who emitted a stinky smell to get out of here.

The entire plan is currently progressing very smoothly. There are few escaped people in Dongcheng District, and the people from the North Gate are taking the initiative to move closer to this side. Perhaps before the sun sets, everyone can leave by boat smoothly.

When everyone was busy, only she seemed to be relatively idle and echoed by the "mercenaries" who were responsible for the guidance. Lily even made purified water under the protection of the First Army's heavy troops, and her escort work seemed a bit redundant.

Only when the "mercenaries" disperse to carry the seriously ill patients who cannot move, she needs to be vigilant. At this moment, Nightingale looked up at the magnificent East City Gate and sighed softly.

"What's wrong?" she walked up and asked.

"Nothing, I just feel a little emotional," the echoed expression seemed a little sad. "Before I was sold into the capital, I suffered a lot along the way. I thought the people of Gray Castle were so cold to me because of their identity as a foreigner, and now it seems that they are equally ruthless to their own people, and there is no much difference between them in Iron Sha City."

Thinking of Echo being traded as a slave, Nightingale didn't know how to comfort her for a moment, so she had to pat her on the shoulder, "But not everyone is like this. There are many kind-hearted people, such as the sisters of the Co-Aid Association, such as... His Highness Roland."

"You said... can your highness really stop the dispute?" Echoed in a low voice, "Whether it is the Great Six Kingdoms, the Shamen, the Fjords, or ordinary people and witches, can they live together freely and peacefully without fighting each other?"

"If it were His Highness, I think he could," Nightingale replied in a affirmative tone, "It was not the strange machines and amazingly powerful artillery that gave me this feeling, but he himself... I always feel that His Highness is not the same type of people as us."

"Of course he is not the same as us, he is the prince of Grayburg."

"No, it has nothing to do with identity," she shook her head, "I can't say where this sense of difference comes from, it's just intuition. Perhaps only people like Your Highness can make up so many strange theories... Even the witch's ability is to be studied over and over again, and it is different from others in terms of ideas. Anyway, no matter what amazing things he creates, I won't feel strange."

"You really have confidence in him," the echo laughed out loud, and the sadness on his face suddenly faded a lot. "I hope that when that day comes, I can also return to the extreme south."

Confidence? From some aspects, but from some aspects... she was completely unsure. Nightingale couldn't help looking towards the west, not knowing what he was doing when he was away? Was he busy with the drawings and strange machinery, or with Anna... She waved her head hard and dispelled these distracting thoughts.

Anyway, after today, you will be able to set off and return to the border town. Nightingale thought, and then I would ask him directly, but he wouldn't be able to lie in front of him anyway.

...

When I returned to the camp for rest at noon, lightning also slowly landed.

These days she patrolled the sky with the sun, which was really the hardest one in the team. Especially in order to hide her figure, Lightning had to put on a "Sky Camouflage" jacket made by Soloya, wrapping her body tightly, and even covering her head. This dress, which was given a strange name by His Highness Roland, was obviously not designed for beauty. It was coated with a pattern of light blue and gray white on the outside, and it was almost integrated with the background when flying in the air. If you don't look closely, it would be difficult to see her existence.

The first thing the little girl did after landing was to take off her coat, grab the water bag and pour water into her stomach. Nightingale saw that her clothes were sweating, her forehead and nose were covered with sweat beads, and there was a circle of marks from windproof glasses on her white cheeks.

"Thank you for your hard work," Nightingale squatted down and helped her wipe her sweat.

"Luckily these people came from the East." Lightning stuck out his tongue, "Or I would have been fainted by the sun."

"Can I go home tomorrow?" Lily walked listlessly to Lightning, "I haven't taken a shower for several days and feel uncomfortable all over."

Nightingale couldn't help laughing out loud. It was obvious that when he was in the Co-Aid Association, everyone had no time to take a shower for more than half a month, and they had never complained. It was only more than a week now. She suddenly realized that the bathroom and soap might be all His Highness Roland's "conspiracy". Since he knew that those strange and easy-to-use things, it would be difficult for the witches to make up their minds to leave the border town.

However, the peace did not last until the end of the delivery. After lunch, Tassa, who went to the royal capital to inquire about information, brought bad news.

"You mean... Dream Water is summoning his subordinates and planning to surround the pier?" Tie Axe frowned.

"Maybe it is planned to surround the dock." Tassa corrected, "The first part is a certain fact, and the second part is too bizarre, so my informant is not sure. Now other Black Street organizations in the royal capital have taken action to prevent Dream Water from suddenly attacking their territory. However, compared to the statement that surrounding the dock was smoke deliberately released by the other party, I believe that they themselves leaked the news in the middle, which is very common for mice. After all, most members of the Black Street organization are gangsters or scum, and they are not considered a strict organization at all. If the information is correct, then Dream Water must have been instructed by a certain force, otherwise it would be very difficult to leave their territory."

"Just a group of rats," Tie Axe said indifferently, "will these people run around affect your drug sale plan?"

"It shouldn't be," said Tassa, "they can't put their hands into the patrol, and it's unlikely that they will prevent me from entering and leaving the side door. As for the skeleton fingers will provide protection for the convoys that transport potions. I'm just worried about you, because I must stay in the city tonight and supervise the sale of purified water, and I'm afraid I won't be able to see you off tomorrow morning."

"It's okay," Tie Axe patted his arm, "When your highness comes to Wangdu in the future, let's see you again."

As Nightingale predicted, as dusk arrived, the last group of sailboats carrying refugees slowly left the dock and headed towards Silver Light City. The remaining more than 300 people who were unwilling to leave the capital were ordered to be dismissed by Iron Axe.
Chapter completed!