Chapter 9 Refugees (Page 2/2)
Now that he finally saw the village, he just wanted to go in quickly, negotiate with the villagers, and then take a hot bath to relax.
Thinking of this, Frank couldn't help but quicken his pace and walked into the village.
But as he walked, as he got closer, the scene in the village made him frown.
There were about a hundred people crowded in the village, which didn't look big. Some of them had children, some were alone, men and women, old and young.
They carried bags on their backs and sat on the ground by the campfire. They didn't look like local villagers, but refugees who wandered here and were resting here.
These people looked terrified and dressed in shabby clothes. Judging from their dress, they were ordinary people. Most of them didn't have weapons in their hands. They just lowered their heads, held hands, and talked in a low voice.
As Frank approached, his equipment that he had taken from the robbers immediately attracted the attention of many people.
Several men holding sticks and daggers immediately stood up and looked at him with vigilance, but they did not provoke him or take the initiative to attack him. Instead, they protected their loved ones behind them, obviously afraid of getting into trouble.
Frank glanced at the other people who looked nervous, and smiled what he thought was a kind smile, saying,
"Don't be nervous, I'm a mercenary. I just came to this village to rest. I won't hurt you."
Hearing Frank say this, and indeed showing no great hostility, some people's nerves relaxed.
Although they did not give up their vigilance against him, at least they did not treat him as an enemy.
After seeing this group of refugee-like people, Frank also had some guesses in his mind.
Perhaps during his recovery, the Battle of Cintra in the First Civil War may have occurred, and this group of people were one of the refugees who fled to the north under the massacre of Nilfgaard soldiers.
If this is the case, then everyone's destination is almost the same, and he also wants to take this opportunity to leave the Kingdom of Cintra and go to the northern countries to find another way out.
If there is a chance to travel together, it should be easier along the way.
Thinking of this, Frank bypassed the refugees who had obviously formed small groups, walked into the village from a side road, and then sat down on a remote wooden stake, took out his food and water, and observed the situation in the village while eating. After more than
ten minutes, with the keen hearing of the demon hunter, he really heard the news he wanted to know.
About a week ago, the Nilfgaardian army surrounded the city of Cintra, not only began to besiege the royal palace in the city, but also sent a large army to plunder the surrounding towns and villages.
These refugees were refugees who were afraid of the Nilfgaardian black army and were ready to flee to the north.
They were not from the royal city of Cintra, but just ordinary townspeople around the royal city.
But because the war came too suddenly and the situation was too dangerous, most people had no time to pack their luggage. They only took some necessary dry food and money and started their escape journey.
They also arrived at this village this morning and planned to rest for a night before continuing on the road the next day.
In addition to these ordinary news, Frank heard a piece of information that made him more concerned.
Among the refugees, the most prominent one was a well-known local merchant family. They not only had several young and strong workers as guards, but also had a batch of goods to sell.
This merchant family was currently living in a villager's house not far away.