How to wear a goddess statue

Inside the tent, the small brazier used for heating continued to emit heat, and the fire went out.

Eleuil flipped the paper and made a slight sound of turning the pages.

"The supplies sent by Wangcheng shouldn't be consumed so quickly."

Not to mention the thick clothes and medicines to keep out the cold, but to talk about the consumption of food, which is obviously not in line with the actual situation.

When the group first arrived at the camp, they also witnessed the scenes of the victims jostling and jostling for rations at the food distribution point.

A few soldiers lazily stood aside to maintain order, and did not stop people from scrambling. They watched with a smile as if they were watching a monkey show, and only whipped them when they saw who took more.

As for the victims who snatched food and got out of the crowd, what they carefully held in their hands was only a piece of dry bread the size of an egg, and a small bowl of soup. There were very few beans and vegetable leaves floating on the soup surface, and the soup was crystal clear.

When the soup bucket was bottomed out and there was no bread left, the soldiers pushed the cart away.

The victims who didn't grab anything were left in place, lingered for a while, and dispersed separately with haggard and sad expressions.

This level of food supply, in any case, will not cause the relief food to be consumed so quickly.

What's more, every household has reserves of grain in winter, and the granaries in the city are piled to the brim. Even if there is an earthquake, there will always be some left over. Have these been exhausted?

Rhodes thought of the girl who was crying and begging for food, pursed her lips, and remained silent.

Aleuil looked down at the page full of numbers, and pondered: "Besides, there are too many dead this time."

The death toll that has been counted so far is the same as the earthquake of the same level recorded in the history of the kingdom, but only a few days have passed, and these numbers will continue to increase in the future.

If one had to explain, it might be because the winter was too cold and more people died of freezing, which caused this abnormal comparison, but the queen's intuition was not that simple.

"The city lord probably got most of the supplies in the dark. Not only him, but also the nobles who did not leave Diximon City after the earthquake were also insiders and participants."

Rotas leaned over and stared at the princess's handwriting on the page: "If that's the case, they didn't cover it up very well, as long as someone with a heart looks a little deeper, they will find the clue."

"Not only that, they knew that Romul and others would arrive today, but they didn't improve the quality of the food distributed to the victims, and they didn't even cover up on the surface, so they weren't worried about the suspicion of the visitors from the royal city?"

The two looked at each other, and the princess squeezed the corner of the paper tightly, her eyes condensed.

"...they are not afraid because they have nothing to fear."

That Lord Di Simon might have connections with some of the people brought by Romul, and he was not afraid that Ahcht's visitors would find something strange, perhaps because both of them knew each other well.

is it possible?

Will the people sent by Horst allow the aristocratic forces in the city to embezzle the money and materials he sent?

The princess pressed her forehead. On the one hand, she felt that it was absurd, but on the other hand, she understood that she could not draw conclusions based on such clues.

Further investigation is required.

As for the crown prince who doesn't seem to know...

Aleuil lowered his eyes halfway, his expression slightly gloomy.

At the end of the previous discussion, Romul stopped her.

For his own consideration, Eleuil stopped and sat back by the campfire, wanting to hear what this man had to say.

I never thought that Romul's opening was an apology.

"I'm sorry, Eleuil." The crown prince looked earnest.

Aleuil remained expressionless: "I don't quite understand what my cousin said."

Romul took a deep breath: "Father, in a fit of anger, turned his anger towards your mother on you, and made the decision to send you to Cardella...I'm sorry, but I couldn't change my father's decision. "

Aleuil felt ridiculous: "In a fit of anger? Is this what your uncle told you?"

"Father didn't say it, but during that time, he would be furious whenever he heard the name of the first queen. After all, he and his uncle have a very deep relationship."

Princess: "..."

Horst is treating reality as a drama, acting out every moment?

Romul continued: "But in recent years, my father's mood has gradually calmed down. He has always regretted the impulsive decree issued that year, but he just couldn't let go of it."

Ailuil was neither salty nor light: "Really."

Romul lowered his head and said with a slight dejection: "I understand that an apology is nothing. You must have suffered a lot in the remote border. You should blame us. Whether it is me or the father, I will try my best to make up for you."

"Is that what you want to say?"

Romul nodded and shook his head, hesitant to speak.

There was a sneer on the corner of Princess Wang's mouth: "It's touching, cousin. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave first."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left. Because she felt so ridiculous, she didn't even bother to think about the possibility worth analyzing behind it.

Looking back now, Romul's expression does not seem to be fake. This person seems to have no doubts about the ins and outs shown by his father, and he is too naive.

If Romul hadn't been acting...

How can a person like Horst raise such a fool?

Aleuil was puzzled, but in the end he could only guess that Horst loved acting so much that he never forgot to wear a mask in front of his own son.

Not far away, the castanets of the patrolling guards sounded the time, and three short and clear beating sounds meant that it was already three o'clock at night.

Rhodes: "Go to sleep."

Recharge your batteries, maybe tomorrow will be very busy.

Elliott left Horst and his son behind immediately, packed up her things and prepared to rest, she lay down, but saw Rhodes still sitting on the side, showing no signs of going to sleep.

"Aren't you resting?"

The gods don't need to sleep, and Rhodes said succinctly: "I am here to guard."

"You don't have to—"

In the middle of speaking, she suddenly stopped, and the princess looked at the profile of the river goddess.

Those blue chalcedony eyes stared straight ahead, and her lips were slightly pursed, which seemed natural, but her straight and slightly tensed back revealed that she was not as calm and breezy as she appeared on the surface.

First, they went to the main room alone in the palace in the main city, and then they refused to sleep with each other in the tent.

Noticed?Unwilling to face it?Or……

Luo Das noticed the thoughtful eyes of the princess, and didn't know why the ears were slightly hot.

"What are you thinking?"

"..." Eleuil turned over, closed his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, "it's nothing, good night, Rhodes."

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The next day, the sky was sunny and cloudy.

The winter sun rarely brought warmth to the earth, but it could not dispel the despair after the disaster.

One night passed, and several people failed to make it through, and closed their eyes forever in the winter night.

Most of them were frail old and young women and children. Some of the relatives of the deceased could not shed tears and just collected the corpses silently and numbly.

The corpses of those unaccompanied were thrown into carts by impatient guards and dumped randomly outside the camp, in the ruins of what was once a slum.

The headmaid, Kurda, got up very early, picked up her usual medicine box at dawn, and treated civilians nearby.

"You need to rest, or you may become disabled later," she said, after treating a wound that was about to pustule on a wounded leg.

The injured smiled bitterly: "Doctor, I really want to rest, but if I don't go to work and help those adults repair the house, we won't even be able to eat."

"What is lame leg compared to starving to death?"

The waitress was silent, she took out a piece of jerky from her pocket and handed it to the injured patient. The patient left gratefully, and many people nearby cast longing gazes.

Everyone knew that this little favor was just a drop in the bucket, just like the injured patient, who still had to drag his injured leg to work after eating jerky.

After seeing more than a dozen injuries in a row, the waitress wiped off her sweat, put away the medicine box, and saluted the princess who came here: "Your Highness."

Eleuil: "How's the situation?"

"No, if this continues—" the head waitress looked around and lowered her voice, "More people will die. Your Highness, I saw the food they serve, and even a child wouldn't be able to eat enough of it, so I could barely eat it." Life support, the problem is it's so cold now..."

Eleuil nodded and turned to the caravan master.

"How about the supplies we brought?"

The businessman withdrew his usual fox-like smile, and said solemnly: "Some of the clothes have been handed over to the officials of Diximon City, and all the food and medicines are still there. After you said it last night, I will find an excuse to leave the rest in hand."

Aleuil nodded: "Okay, without further ado, let's make a rough estimate and distribute it to the victims today."

The businessman was taken aback: "Your Highness, will this be a bit..." Going too fast?

"We can spend time investigating the situation, but people here can't afford to wait." The princess whispered, "The work of food processing and distribution has to be entrusted to your caravan, Mortis and the others will be responsible for maintaining order, please gone."

The businessman waved his hands again and again: "Don't dare to do it, I promise to make this matter beautiful."

Mortis stretched his waist: "Maintaining order, I am the best at this job, Lena, you will stand there in a while—"

Lena ignored him: "Your Highness, where are you going?"

The princess pulled down the hood, and covered the bright and distinctive pure golden eyes under the brim of the hat.

"I'm going to see Di Simon's granary."

On the other side, even though it was not time yet, there was already a long queue outside the food distribution point in charge of Di Simon officials.

Rotas lowered his eyes in a spiritual state, looking at the poor girl who fell into eternal sleep on the ground.

The corpse was curled up in an inconspicuous corner, her lips were blue and purple. She probably wanted to stay here and wait for the bread and bean soup in the morning, but she couldn't bear the hunger and cold at night.

A guard came over yawning and found the corpse. While muttering why it was still there, he dragged his cold body in disgust and prepared to throw it outside.

"There are too many dead this time..."

The words of the princess are still in my ears.

Rotas was thinking about whether to follow, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the crown prince and his party.

She paused, then turned to look at them.

It is not surprising that the person in charge of disaster relief came to inspect the food distribution point. Romul appeared here, probably because of this.

At this moment, several soldiers came here pushing the bread basket and the soup bucket full of bean soup.

They didn't recognize Romul, they just looked at his expensive clothes and guessed which nobleman it was.

Romul has probably never seen a scene of looting food in his life.

The crown prince was taken aback by the sight of the disaster victims swarming forward, and then he had the time to pay attention to what these people got. He poked his head around and frowned.

"Why only these things?"

The author has something to say:

Thank you for your concern, little cutie, I love you all.

In fact, I had a stomachache all night yesterday, and I don’t know how I fell asleep. The doctor said it was acute gastroenteritis, and said it had nothing to do with the 800 meters, but it had something to do with eating watermelon in an air-conditioned room after the run and getting cold. Orz

However, after taking the medicine, I seem to recover very quickly. I took a day off to lie in the corpse, and the pain is almost gone. I should be able to jump again tomorrow.

A brief watermelon ptsd, remember the lesson qvq

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Thanks to the little cutie who throws thunder, and compares my heart!

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