"Daiel, why are you here?" Saya looked at the little girl and asked in surprise.

The little girl's dirty little face was a little nervous, and her little hands, which were red from cold, pulled the corner of her ragged clothes uneasily, "Sister Sha Ye, you haven't come back, I'm a little worried."

Saye walked over a few steps, squatted down and wiped the little girl's face with his hands with a gentle expression, held her cold hands into her hands, and said, "Don't worry about us, go back and take care of your sister. I will come to see you later."

The little girl nodded seriously, looked at Fang Yu and the others, and walked towards the camp in one step and three times.

"This is what you saved yesterday..." Fang Zhuan looked at the little girl and asked.

A string of tiny footprints gradually disappeared from the distance of the snow.

Saye nodded and said, "She is Deail. The Crow Claw Temple declared that her father was boarded by the 'devil' and they 'purified' him and left the sisters behind. When their father was still alive, their father was just an ordinary candle maker, but he was the pillar of the family. Deail's sister is a blind man and has to rely on her to take care of. The people in the Crow Claw Temple do not give them food. We rescued her and her sister both had serious malnutrition. I asked her to do something within my ability so that she and her sister could survive here."

The cold wind blew across the treetops, causing the forest to rustle and rustle, like the whisper of a giant beast. The camp in the distance flashed like the only light in this cold night.

Fang Yu was a little silent—

If the world, which seems to be thriving in the eyes of the convener, will be found to be full of war, hunger and disaster. The glorious and tall nouns that people care about are just a corner of the world, and its bottom is still based on suffering and poverty.

The disputes and whirlpools in the Kingdom of Kaolin have already spread to this point, but some people may not have seen them, and may not care—those who claim to be from the civilized world—are rushing to add their own weights on this scale.

They think they are civilized, but civilization is just a superior garment. Under that garment, Fang Zhu only sees naked greed.

But isn't it the same for ordinary people?

Everyone in the community was discussing enthusiastically about the coming of the Star of Disaster and the next generation, because the disaster had nothing to do with them, but the Star of Disaster has not arrived, and turmoil and suffering have spread across this land. Did the chosen people from the civilized world deliberately ignore something?

"...We think we are observing the Stargate Declaration and indulging in the glory given by the past pioneers," Fang Yu couldn't help but murmur in his heart, "But what is the Stargate Declaration? It's just the provisions in the old paper and the bottom line of morality?"

He looked forward silently.

What does the glory and courage of the last era have to do with our generation?

People in the past abandoned prejudice and established a dialogue of civilization between the two worlds, war silenced, and peace came.

What a glorious era it was.

The inspiring speech once again and again resounded through the hall under the dome—

‘We can still live in peace with civilizations in another world, let alone between our own populations?’

‘This is not only the beginning of civilization, but also the ladder to progress. We eliminate barriers from each other and connect the world with words and love, not violence.’

‘We have reason to believe that we will eventually eliminate all inequality and discrimination; we have reason to believe that everyone can finally realize their understanding - we see the past of history here and witness the future here.’

‘We have come from ignorance and wilderness, and have experienced ancient civilizational itineraries, and we will deliver the answers on this day.’

‘In this answer, we write that human beings will not remain in the tombstones they have erected, but will move towards a brighter future-’

As the words fell, people seemed to see the arrival of an era amid the applause of the mountains and tsunamis.

And under the inspiration of that spirit, our civilization entered the golden age at the beginning of the new century. The era of pioneers came in such a voice, which was a dream shaped by free-selected summoners.

However, at what time did all this change quietly?

“What exactly have we changed?”

"Is the mysterious star gate just a carnival and a feast?"

"We are just fascinated by ourselves, or have we just forgotten our original intention?"

Saye turned around and looked at Fang Yu who suddenly stopped. He was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's wrong?"

Fang Yu came back to his senses from his thoughts, shook his head, and said he was fine. He looked at the fire behind the woodland and asked, "Are you going to take these people to fight against the Crow Claw Temple?"

"Of course not," Saya replied, "as our name, most of the people here are refugees, not warriors, like ordinary people like Deal and her sister. People have been rescued, and I may take them to safer places, like Rodell, and after that, maybe I will leave."

“How many people are there in this camp?”

"Not many, not counting the summoners, there are more than a hundred people. Some of them were rescued by us, and some of them came here to see them. The number of summoners is about one-third of them, but if you want to fight, the summoners are more reliable."

Fang Yu was silent for a moment: "It is not easy to bring so many people across the Egonne Forest."

"We stayed in this place because of this reason. We need food and clothes to keep warm. We have to spend this long winter, otherwise many people will die."

As Saya answered, she looked forward. The camp was filled with fire and people. Many people had already received news from Deal and rushed over. They were many different faces, but each face was full of anxiety, expectation and confusion:

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"Miss Saya, someone is sick again."

"Miss Sandy, there is not much food in the camp. Although we can still withstand it, you said that the patient must guarantee the daily quota..."

People whispered.

Young and old crowded at the entrance of the camp.

Saye said one by one to comfort everyone, took off her backpack and handed it to them. This was the small amount of supplies she had received from the town this day. The Crow Claw Temple imposed martial law on the town of Gray Owl, and the supplies she received from the town were getting less and less.

She didn't eat a bite, and if she made up her mind, she would commit suicide once. Anyway, she still had at least three chances of resurrection.

People are a little grateful: "Miss Saya, but you should also pay attention to safety."

"Yes, the town is too dangerous. If it really doesn't work, let's go hunting in the forest, and you can always find some food."

But the forest is not safe, and in this cold weather, animals have long migrated, so how many prey is there in the forest?

Seeing the crowd gradually dispersing, Fang Yu suddenly asked, "Can I help me?"

He could actually pretend that he didn't care about his own affairs, but the little girl's cold red hands and thin clothes were always lingering in her heart.

He understood that his personality was like this, and if it weren't for this, he might not have come here.

He would not rashly get involved in the muddy waters of the Crow Claw Temple, but if he only helps some things within his ability, he would not be inconsiderable.

Saya looked at him a little surprised.

"I can only provide some help within my ability," explained Fang Yu.

"I was relieved to hear this, Mr. Ed," Saya sighed. "There are some people in the town who sympathize with us, but relying on their help alone, even the daily life of these over a hundred people is difficult to maintain, let alone leave this place to go to Rodell."

Fang Zhu suddenly asked again, "Do you know them, Ms. Saye?" He looked at the ragged and haggard people in the camp, but they didn't seem particularly depressed. Everyone was busy with what was at hand to help others.

Saya looked over there and shook her head: "...To be honest, I don't know most of them. As you can see, even Deal came here yesterday."

Fang Yu couldn't help but reexamine her.

In fact, after saving her own people, the other party could leave. These people were not close to her, so they did not have to be responsible for it. But the other party did not mean this. Perhaps the little girl from the previous one made her feel at ease, but in short, she had already planned to do her duty for these people in her words.

She may not have realized this herself, and it is a noble responsibility.

People’s hearts are not born hard, and compassion always makes people soft.

And the Sa Ye and himself in front of him were just one of the general public, Fang Rong thought so in his mind.

"I will help as much as possible." Fang Yu replied.

They really can help. The Seven Seas Brigade is rich now. More than 100 people have to prepare supplies for about two or three months to pass through the Egonne Forest. It will not cost more than four months to be more than 4 months. Based on the consumption of one person's twenty-liser a day, more than 100 people can only be only 200,000 to 300,000 to 300,000 to 500,000 to 500,000 to 500,000 to 500,000 to 500,000 to 500,000 to 500,000.

The only problem is that it is almost impossible to carry out the materials quietly with the attention of those who are interested. Moreover, Gray Owl Town suddenly couldn't provide enough supplies to provide more than 100 people with several months of expenses.

Unless it is transported from Gula Harbour or even further away, fortunately, the Seven Seas Brigade has sailboats, which is just a problem and may have to stay here for a while.

After measuring the pros and cons, he finally decided to help.

Sometimes people cannot live just for the sake of profit, and they also have their own ideals. He believes that others will agree with this, because after all, everyone is a group of like-minded people who come together.

"Thank you very much." Saya said in a calm tone, as if the two were discussing a trivial matter.

"By the way," Fang Yum remembered the reason why he came here, "Xiao Kong is also here?"

"I'll take you to see him," Saye breathed, and the breath he exhaled was solidified into fog in the forest. "You may be the person he wanted to see most at this time. After all, you are the hero of Dorifin, the person he has always admired."

The hero sounds a bit wonderful, Fang Zhu thought.

But it is not necessarily a good word.

Because in a peaceful world, people do not need heroes.

Sha Ye took them through the camp and came to a tent. Before he entered, he could hear a hoarse voice from inside: "Sister Sha Ye, are you?" The empty voice scared Fang Yu, almost thinking that he had hallucinations.

But he was immediately convinced that he had heard it wrong, because he was still vaguely recognizable, it was the voice of the Ranger boy.

"Xiao Kong?"

"Daiel told me that you are back."

"How are you?"

"...Not very good, I'm afraid that I'll scare De'er and didn't let her in. Sister Saye, I'm not in good condition...you, go and rest too..." The boy's voice sounded full of loss. He gritted his teeth and gasped slightly, as if he was suppressing something.

Sa Ye stood in front of the tent, hesitating a little. But Fang Zhu had already taken a step forward and opened the curtain. The boy inside was shocked. He seemed a little surprised to see him, but the accident eventually turned into disbelief:

"Ai, Master Ed?"

Fang Yu looked at the other person and was also shocked. The boy in his impression disappeared, replaced by an empty body, sitting on his bed. The other person turned slightly, as if he was unwilling to face them. There was almost no vitality on his pale face that should belong to humans.

The two pupils disappeared from their eyes, and the purple flames burned out from the hole, and his face was covered with scars, and the purple flames flowed under the scar. He looked sideways, blocking his chest with one hand, but it could not block a ferocious wound there. The wound had scabbed, but it had not healed. It was like a hellish scene inside, emitting purple flames from his chest.

Saye covered his mouth and took a step back. In the morning, the other party was not like this.

"Xiao Kong?"

"Mr. Ed..."
To be continued...