Chapter 418 Are you from Castel?
Grisha sat on the tree, swinging his legs, glancing down from time to time, and occasionally a silly smile appeared on his face.
Mistress Nora has been back for several days.
I don't know why, even though there had been no raids in the past few days and Lady Nora was just sitting in the camp with a flail, everyone's emotions gradually calmed down.
All those fears and anxieties inexplicably disappeared when they saw Lord Nora's weathered armor.
Even if she just stood there, people would feel at ease.
There were even many people who bowed down to her - this had happened before, but was stopped by Lady Nora. Now, she just stayed there quietly, letting people kneel at her feet and cry.
She was originally a priestess of the Temple of Silence. Although the temple no longer exists, it is normal to pray to her. Probably.
Grisha didn't quite understand these things, he just felt more motivated to stand guard every day.
He was still too young to go hunting or gathering berries, and the sentry duty was organized by the group of kids themselves.
Although the resistance forces were forced to camp in the woods, the food they had was actually not bad. It was not difficult to feed these refugees in such a large forest. However, the forest belonged to the nobles, and they would rather let these refugees starve to death than let them make a living in the forest.
Grisha was lost in thought for a moment, and when he heard the noise below he cried out inwardly, "Oh no!" and wanted to hide, but it was too late.
"Is this the resistance camp?"
A man looked up and smiled at Grisha.
He was wearing a slightly worn-out robe, a thick sheepskin coat, and a pair of half-worn boots. He looked ordinary.
But this is a forest in the north, and even if Grisha was distracted, the crunching sound of the snow should have woken him up.
But the man not only came over quietly, but also discovered him in advance!
Grisha slowly tensed up, preparing himself for the worst.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Isaac, from the Ash Alliance. Can you help me inform them? Just say that I'm a friend from Castel."
"Castel!?" Grisha was stunned for a moment, then surprise flashed in his eyes.
He had often heard this word from Lady Nora before. It was said to be an island in the south. He had no idea where it was exactly or what it looked like, but Grisha knew that the final destination of these refugees was there.
There was no white plague there, and no raids by the nobles' soldiers. It was said that the lord there had promised Lord Nora that he would take in refugees like them.
As long as the refugees have a piece of land, they can survive. They were all hunters in the north who would dig open frozen rivers to catch fish. It is said that the sea over there will never freeze, and as long as they cast their fishing nets, they will not starve.
It is spring all year round there, with no winter.
No one knows whether such things are true or not. Everyone wants to believe it but dares not. Every winter a group of people freeze to death. Is there really a place without winter?
Lady Nora had told them too many things about Castel. It had always been a holy land in their imagination. As long as they could go there, they would never have to worry about their livelihood.
The man in front of him was from Castel? Grisha almost jumped up, and hurriedly prepared to slide down the tree and go to the camp to call for help.
But his eyes turned and he stopped what he was doing.
"How can you prove that you are from Castel?"
Isaac couldn't help but smile at his wary look: "Then how do you want me to prove it?"
Grisha was stunned for a moment.
How to prove it? He didn't seem to have thought about this question.
What does Castel have? Think fast.
"Um, do you have any soap?"
"Yes." Isaac took out a square object and threw it up. Grisha looked at the block stuck in the branch with some caution. After a while, he reached out and touched it.
It was slightly soft, and had a floral scent that I had never smelled before. Is this soap? I had heard about soap the last time when Lady Nora and the pirate captain were in contact. It can be used to clean the body. Lady Nora got a few pieces, but they were precious. Unfortunately, they were all lost in the raid.
Grisha had only seen this kind of thing from afar. At that time, everyone was very optimistic and thought that more ships would come soon to pick them all up. However, they didn't know that this ship never came back after it left.
They also gradually transformed from refugees into resistance forces, and were chased all the way from the eastern coast to the forest here.
Grisha couldn't help but believe it a little. He thought about it with some distress and said, "I heard that Castel also has French fries and fried fish?"
"Yes, yes." Isaac took out two oil paper bags and when he opened them, the aroma of food filled his face.
Grisha swallowed, slid down from the tree, and walked over hesitantly.
The fragrant fried fish is still steaming and the French fries are golden, looking very delicious.
Although he felt a strange sense of disharmony in his heart, Grisha subconsciously ignored it. He walked forward in a daze and looked at the man with eager eyes.
"Eat, kid, it's all yours." Isaac smiled and patted his head.
Grisha licked his lips, said thank you first, then reached out to take the fried fish and stuffed it into his mouth without caring about the heat.
"Grisha? What happened?"
Suddenly, a familiar female voice was heard. Grisha looked up and saw it was Nora. She nodded at him and moved her eyes to the man.
"Isaac? Why are you here?"
"Castel sent me here. They will be picking you up soon. I'm here to make contact."
"Great! This isn't the place to talk, let's go to the camp first."
As they talked, they walked towards the woods. Nora turned around and looked at the boy: "Grisha, you did a good job. Let's go back to the camp. Grisha?"
Grisha looked at Nora, then at the man, his eyes finally landing on the fried fish in his hand.
The fried fish was still smelling delicious. It was the most delicious thing Grisha had ever eaten.
His hands began to tremble.
"you"
"You are not Lady Nora!"
Everything in front of him suddenly began to blur. Nora's calm but caring voice gradually faded away, the heat of the food in his hands disappeared, and the howling wind and snow in the woods went straight into his neck.
Grisha threw away the fried fish in his hand - it was just a dry biscuit, and he picked up a sharpened stick from behind his back.
He wanted to shout loudly to alert the camp, but suddenly a hand fell on his shoulder.
His voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a single word.
The man who was originally standing in front was suddenly blown by the wind and scattered into silk threads on the ground, like a painting made of paper.
"Strange, how did you find out?"
(End of this chapter)
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