Chapter 518 Grisha's Confusion
Blood Harbor has been getting increasingly busy lately.
New ships dock at the dock every day, carrying all kinds of industrial products from Castel. Most of them are transported directly to the North by rail, while many are unloaded directly on site and transported to various places in Blood Harbor.
The city always seems to be busy, everyone has something to do, and every day is different from the previous one.
A tall school was built, and before people had time to marvel at it, factories appeared in Blood Harbor one after another. Before the first batch of workers who entered the factories had even gotten over the novelty, rows of resettlement houses were built.
The people of Blood Harbor have spent the past six months in a trance. If a person does not go out for a few days, he cannot say that he is completely familiar with this city.
Recently, the already busy city has become even busier - it is said that Castel's expeditionary force actually found the former refugees in the north.
This really shocked the people of Blood Harbor. You know, Blood Harbor today is different from the past. The daily newspapers will deliver the latest news to everyone, and discussing current affairs is no longer the privilege of the upper class.
The latest news from the North is also selectively published, often accompanied by some editorial opinions. Now that the refugees who were thought to have died have been found unexpectedly, all the people of Blood Harbor are cheering.
They have been paying attention to this matter for more than half a year. Until today, no one cares that the expedition was initiated by Castel. People subconsciously celebrate the victory of the expeditionary force.
Castel? What's the difference between Castel and Blood Harbor?
With Hughes' deliberate downplaying and the prince's instigation, the Blood Harbor people's sense of identity had gradually shifted, and no one felt there was anything wrong with supporting Castel. The expeditionary force returning by car and the wounded of the first wave of resistance were all given the warmest welcome.
Grisha was still a little dazed until he got off the train.
He was injured in the battle with the Dragon Fang Army.
He was a boy, so it was no big deal for him to bleed a little, but he was still upset about losing the prosthesis that his sister Gwen had made for him.
After being carried out of a pool of blood, he was among the first group to be sent onto the train because the conditions at the front were too poor and he was too young.
To be honest, he was actually a little scared of being crammed into such a closed steel carriage, but there were many seriously injured people around him and he was the least injured one, so he was naturally embarrassed to show it.
They were going to Castel, or Blood Harbor. Grisha actually couldn't tell the difference between the two places. Many people in the resistance army often mentioned Castel's name. It was their hope to persevere, but Grisha didn't.
Grisha always thought that he would die here, in the North, on the land where he was born, but fate always liked to play tricks on children like him, giving him a future he dared not imagine.
"Castel," Grisha muttered.
He didn't know what Castel looked like, nor had he ever thought about it carefully. He occasionally fantasized about him, but always stopped quickly because he was afraid that if he fantasized too much, he would not have the courage to continue fighting.
Although many people regard him as a child, he stubbornly believes that he is a warrior. If no one agrees, he will just be his own warrior.
A warrior cannot look back. If he is too weak, he will be laughed at on the battlefield.
But when the victory he never expected finally came, he became confused instead. He had never thought about where he would go. Castel, who was often mentioned by the resistance fighters to encourage each other, was a blank in his heart.
And he was going to witness with his own eyes how fate rewarded his bravery.
He didn't stay in the carriage for too long. Before he had time to eat the food given to him by the expeditionary forces, the train slowed down.
Grisha secretly glanced at other people. Many of them had not eaten the food. Food was a precious thing. It was better to save it and not eat it carelessly. Who knows when it might save someone's life.
"We are about to enter the station. Don't move. Someone will come to help us." An expeditionary soldier said loudly.
This is the first group to arrive. Most of them are seriously injured and their condition is not very good. The expeditionary force has already sent the message in advance and the hospital will send people to pick them up directly.
Grisha glanced at the rice ball in his hand, hesitated, and hid it in his clothes.
The door of the carriage slowly opened. Grisha glanced at everyone, then slowly moved to the door and looked out curiously.
He wanted to see what the place that everyone dreamed of day and night would be like.
Grisha just took one look and was stunned.
What a picture this is!
The northern border is desolate, with often no human habitation to be seen for dozens or hundreds of miles. It is a flat desert that is often shrouded in mist, and occasionally birds and animals can be seen flying by in the distance.
The occasional villages and settlements are like oases in the endless desert, beautiful but short-lived. More often than not, it is just an endless wasteland.
Grisha's eyes widened.
The first thing he saw was a row of tall buildings - it was the first school built near the dock, and it only had five or six floors in total. But in the North, only the towers of the tallest castles were so majestic.
But those tall buildings were connected to each other, like a city wall with no end in sight.
On the left was a really tall building, a lighthouse on the dock coast, but Grisha couldn't see where its top was. The station roof and the narrow field of view in the carriage only allowed him to glimpse a corner of the city.
A little closer was a long row of square houses, the likes of which Grisha had never seen before.
The Silent Temple prefers domes, and their churches always have tall spherical domes, while the houses of ordinary White Crows are pointed with steep slopes so that the accumulated snow can be pushed down in winter to prevent the houses from collapsing.
But the house in front of me is square.
This square house, with its square windows, had an inexplicable sense of unreality, as if it were a house built of mud by girls when playing house. If Grisha had not seen the figure in the house, he would never have believed that this was a real house.
Grisha reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the distance and looked towards the nearby station. The platform was full of people, shouting something at them and throwing things in their hands over. Most of them were stopped by the expeditionary force at the door, but occasionally there were some that slipped through the net, such as the cardboard box in front of Grisha.
Grisha shuddered. He was unsure about the attitude of the outsiders. Would they also reject refugees like him? Grisha shook his head, took a deep breath, and carefully took the cardboard box.
(End of this chapter)
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