The brave man opened the coffin and rose

Abesi was ready to stop and talk to this strange old man and young boy.

But he was urged by the mages and had to walk away quickly.

After all, the royal capital is now sealed off, and no one else can enter except these mages who are out on official business.

But I am just a fake wizard disguised as an illusionist. If I am left behind, it will be difficult for me to get in again.

Just when Abes was expecting the mages to fly in using flying magic or go through the portal, the expected cool scenes did not appear.

The east gate of the royal capital just opened slowly and in a rather ordinary manner, and the mages walked in leisurely.

Go? Walk in?

Wouldn't it be possible for the refugees to squeeze in just by rushing in?

Sure enough, just as Abes expected, the refugees crowded around would never miss this opportunity.

The refugees immediately became excited when they saw the east gate of the royal capital slowly opening.

They rushed to the door, forming a huge crowd, crowding together.

Everyone hopes to take advantage of the opportunity when the mages enter the royal capital to sneak in and seek refuge and safety.

The refugees were wearing ragged clothes, their faces full of anxiety and longing. They crowded together and pushed forward, hoping to get to the front first and find a chance to enter the capital.

From time to time, there were some noise and quarrels in the crowd, and some people even had small-scale conflicts in order to fight for this almost impossible and tiny chance.

Abes stood at the front of the crowd, watching this scene, feeling a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

This is the result of the war.

Those in power are still safe and sound in the royal capital, but the suffering people cannot even enter the city gates.

Even behind the city gate does not necessarily mean safety and protection.

At the same time, Abes was also curious about how the soldiers guarding the city gate and the mages would deal with it.

Could it be that there is some kind of intelligent recognition spell at the city gate that can only allow these mages who are out on official business to come in, but cannot stop the refugees?

However, this speculation was soon broken.

The mages seemed to have wasted no time or energy paying attention to these refugees. They walked past them with indifferent eyes, as if the refugees did not exist.

As the refugees approached, huge spears of astonishing length stretched out from behind the open city gates, just like the spears used by the famous phalanx of ancient Rome.

However, after seeing the weapons appearing, the refugees advanced instead of retreating.

They all squeezed further inside, as if trying to hide under something.

Abes scratched his head, feeling quite helpless.

Just use weapons to force the refugees to retreat? I thought there could be a smarter solution to the opening and closing of the gates in the fantasy world.

The next moment, Abes heard the sound of something pouring down from above his head.

The wizard walking next to him cast a spell.

Abes recognized that this was the life spell that he had used to avoid being swallowed by the black liquid and avoid the rain, Mingjing Zhishui.

The other party was quite "kind" enough to cast a spell on himself as well.

Anivia was also treated in the same way by another mage.

And when the pouring things were blocked by the rain cover held up by Mingjing Zhishui and then slowly fell to the ground, Abes discovered that it was a pool of boiling porridge.

There is more water than rice in the pot, and if you put it in there, it will definitely be a level where chopsticks will float up and heads will fall down.

When poured into the snow in the north, there is not the slightest aroma of rice, it is just like plain boiled water.

"What...what does this mean?"

"What's so hard to understand about this?" In response to Abes' question, the wizard walking next to him also explained, "Distributing porridge for disaster relief, and driving away refugees approaching the city gate for the safety of the capital."

After hearing the other party's explanation, Abes smiled coldly in his heart.

Yes, distributing relief porridge and driving away refugees approaching the city gates.

They just put these two things together.

The subsequent reason is very simple.

Why is it that the capital's policy has become one of no inflow and no outflow, yet the disaster relief effort is still going on?

As long as the disaster relief work continues, the officials in charge of disaster relief can receive one day's subsidy.

Therefore, even if the city gates have been completely closed to non-official entries and exits, the expenditure on disaster relief will never be stopped voluntarily unless someone cuts it.

At this moment, Abes finally understood what the refugees were eating when he approached before.

It was a thin porridge mixed with snow water and sand on the ground.

The thin porridge from the sky continued to be thrown down.

Throughout the whole process, what moved Abes the most was one of the mothers.

She ignored the pain of having the boiling porridge poured on her head and body. Since there were no pots, pans or other containers, she could only use her hands to hold a handful of food and then carefully feed it to her children.

Although blood blisters appeared on her hands, the mother seemed to feel no pain.

While feeding her child, she also whispered to her child, "People should respect themselves and love themselves, not belittle themselves, and not be dominated by resentment..."

Although this boiling porridge was painful, it was almost their only food.

Don't let resentment rule you...

Wouldn't they think that the only unfair treatment they received was the closing of the city gates to prevent them from entering and the pouring of boiling porridge on them?

General Paddy allowed the Lizardmen to invade the fertile land in the southeast; the king killed his brother and usurped the throne, sowing the seeds of legal disputes; even the Mage Tower teamed up with the Ministry of War to use large magic circles to bombard innocent people; and seven generals immediately rebelled when they saw the changes in the world.

Each of these superiors is the reason why they are now stranded here.

Abes does not support overreaction or sheer violence.

Even for the Lizardmen, after interrogation and confirmation that they had not caused any loss of life, Abes gave them a chance to transform into the Lizardmen of the past who were good at business, singing and dancing.

But the saddest thing about people is not that they bear the injustice, but that they bear the injustice but don’t know who to hold responsible, so they can only blame it on heaven, fate, or gods.

Hearing the sounds of people struggling and trying to survive in pain, Abes slowly placed his hand on his waist.

Just when he was about to draw the sword, Abes discovered that the sword in his hand and the scabbard were tied together by a piece of fresh grass vine that smelled of green grass.

Turning his head, Abes saw the golden double helix and shook his head heavily.

“…” Abes waved his hands angrily without saying anything else.

Across the crowd, Abes noticed that the old man and the tiefling had no intention of rushing forward to loot.

They just squeezed at the front, facing the huge spears extended by the soldiers behind the city gate, and quietly attached something to the tip of the spears.

And the glittering sequin was also brought into the city gate as the soldiers retracted their spears.