When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

It's already October 16th, and only the last 245 li are left to Jeanne d'Arc Castle.

Sitting by the brazier, Horn calculated silently in his heart.

If it weren't for these patients, at the current rate, it would take about twelve days to get out of the Wild Spider Forest, and three more days after leaving the Wild Spider Forest to reach Jeanne d'Arc Castle.

These five days of the journey can be considered the smoothest five days since the march began.

When it was fast, they could walk twenty li a day, and when it was slow, they could walk fifteen li. After adapting, their speed became faster and faster.

The only thing that delayed time was the coronation ceremony for those beastmen kings.

In these five days, every time Horn set up camp, he had to crown a bunch of kingdoms of fifty or sixty people, and duchies of seventeen or eighteen people.

As soon as they heard that the Emperor of the Empire was coming, the kings within ten miles and eight villages were completely shocked and all ran to ask for titles.

In order to be the first to be crowned king, many kings also brought large and small tributes.

Don't underestimate these tributes, they include not only rare herbs, but also monster meat, and even scattered orichalcum and mithril.

Some kings even sent three little monster wolves, but Horn refused.

His own people don't have enough food, where does the money and food come from to raise monster pets?

If eating shit could keep them alive, Horn might consider it, but they still need to eat meat, so there's no way.

Having walked all the way here, there are basically no kings coming to ask for titles anymore.

This is already the civilized border of the beastman kingdom. Further forward is the no man's land at the lowest point of the swamp.

Among the beastman countries, only the bravest hunters dare to enter here.

In the five-day journey, Horn completed a rough population census of the Black Bone Swamp.

After all, the approximate population has to be written on the coronation document.

In this river valley swamp, which is about 195 kilometers long and has an average width of about 38 kilometers, there are about 20,000 beastmen and savages living.

This population is quite sparse. According to the archives Horn saw in the Gulag Monastery, the area of ​​Hedge Township is slightly smaller than that of the Black Bone Swamp, and the registered population is nearly 70,000.

Like Gaobao Township, the registered population of the entire township is about 160,000. In the densely populated areas around Gaobao Township alone, there are nearly 30,000 people gathered.

This does not include vagrants, only citizens, public farmers and armed farmers are counted.

In addition, Horn also trades with them. Allistatin, shiny trinkets, and dyes can be exchanged for a pile of cloth, food, and medicinal materials.

These medicinal materials are of great help.

Horn didn't expect those herbs to be consumed so quickly.

The weather was so hot in September, and suddenly it turned cold in October. They marched in the high mountains, then marched in the dark, and finally marched in the swamp. After all, they couldn't bear it anymore.

Horn actually felt a little weird. Most of these villagers were young and middle-aged men like the black-clothed soldiers.

How could women and children not get sick, but young and middle-aged men get sick?

But in any case, it was impossible to march any further, so Horn had to announce a half-day rest to cook them medicinal soup and rest.

Horn had thought about handing over the patients to the beastmen to take care of, but when he thought about the beastmen's level of civilization, even a common cold would probably be a terminal illness to them.

This is close to the unmanned swamp area, the real low-lying swamp area.

The nearby beastmen and savages are all uncivilized barbarians in the eyes of the beastman kingdom, who are neither humane nor beastly.

There's no way, I can only take care of them myself.

If we get through this section, and walk for another ten days or so, we will reach Jeanne d'Arc Castle.

"If we walk for about ten more days, and get through the last ten days, our journey will be over," Horn said with emotion, sitting by the brazier and warming himself.

Cici looked around and lowered her voice: "What are you going to do in the future?"

"Shouldn't we celebrate victory prematurely?"

"You don't want to think about this question now, are you going to wait until the last minute to think about it?"

Looking up at the villagers outside the tent, Horn rubbed the scabbard in his hand, "In the future... I don't know, I'll stay incognito for a while, and wait until the storm has passed."

"Then are you interested in joining our White Mountain Hermitage?" Cici took off her boots and put her feet by the brazier.

There were several traces of blisters on her delicate feet, and white water vapor evaporated from between her toes.

"Do you have any preferential policies in your White Mountain Hermitage? If you don't, I won't join."

"The Joan Party is very tightly organized, with clear levels and very orderly, but also very oppressive." Cici picked up a rough stone and rubbed her toes.

During this time walking on the swamp road, the air was humid, and she was wearing boots. The boots were placed there, and even a layer of smoke could float up.

Only when she was digging her toes did Cici behave like a man.

"The Joan Party is composed of Joan's maternal relatives and produces mind-type wizards, such as illusion and charm spells.

Their leader, Joan III, is said to be the great-granddaughter of Joan's relatives and has witch spells similar to Joan's.

Our White Mountain Hermitage is mainly composed of divination-oriented wizards and is more free and casual.

The leader is elected by everyone together, and everything is discussed. Members often work in various chambers of commerce and workshops.

You also know that divination-oriented wizards don't make as much noise as energy-shaping or body-oriented wizards. We will mix with many swindlers and sorcerers, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.

A good astrologer can earn 5 to 7 gold pounds a year.

They can not only help employers predict market risks and determine locations when trading, but also help us sell alchemy products.

Therefore, the members of our White Mountain Hermitage are very rich and generous in spending money."

Horn silently kept the characteristics of the two secret parties in his heart, but skipped Cici's invitation and asked:

"Speaking of which, you haven't said what types of witches and spells there are."

"It's very simple." Cici answered, wiggling her toes, "Witches have energy-shaping, divination, mind, body, and other types, and there is only one more type of spell than that, and that is necromancy."

"Are there no necromantic witches?"

"There are none. Necromancy is unique to vampires. So far, no human wizard has been able to replicate it.

Have you been to the Flesh Court? There are no farmers in the fields there, only skeletons are farming, and there are no miners in the mines, only zombies are mining."

"Then what type of spell am I? Am I not a wizard? Am I a wizard or not?"

"I don't know, maybe you are another type of wizard. Those that cannot be classified are other types, such as flying, feigning death, and stealth."

So my spell is just pulling a big bow with magic power?

Horn secretly shook his head. It's better to run away with the bucket. Let's use this ability as a last resort.

"A secret party composed of other types of wizards?"

"Yes, but you don't want to go." Cici sat up straight.

"The secret party famous for other types of wizards is the previously mentioned Scales Hermitage, which is a very radical secret party.

Compared to them, the Joan Party is shy and introverted.

They are devout believers in the Messilah religion and believe that Messilah is a witch and that all monks are Messilah's witch relatives.

The church sees them as heretics, the secret party sees them as traitors, and everyone is very unhappy with them."

I thought the personality faction of the Messilah religion was already very heretical, but I didn't expect there to be experts?

But after several stimuli, Horn's psychological threshold was much higher and he was already very able to hold on.

The world is so big, there are crouching dragons and phoenix chicks everywhere, it's not surprising.

Just as Horn was weighing the pros and cons among several secret parties, he saw Grampwen carefully carrying Dia on his back and running over in big strides.

Seeing that Grampwen was not coming alone and was carrying Dia on his back, Horn immediately realized that something was wrong.

He said something to Cici, and the two stood up together to meet him.

Coming closer, just as Horn was about to speak, Dia, who was originally lying on Grampwen's back, suddenly raised her head.

Her face was several degrees paler than before, and several wrinkles had appeared on the wings of her nose and the corners of her eyes. On this haggard face, there were obvious bloodstains sliding from the corners of her eyes to the wings of her nose.

"They're here, Your Majesty, those devils, the knights of the Edict Legion, they're here!"