"Don't rush, don't rush, line up!"

"There is enough water and food, don't rush!"

"Breastfeeding women, pregnant women, patients, and children should line up first. That's right. Those who are strong should move back!"

Behind the Sturgeon Wharf, the guards shouted until their voices were hoarse, but they could still barely maintain order.

The refugees who had just got off the boat smelled the aroma of cooked food. They were like hungry wolves, with faint green light in their eyes. They squeezed forward desperately, hoping to fill their stomachs as soon as possible.

The knight Frodo was one of the refugees.

Yes, he had been a noble knight, a high-ranking knight at that.

But the flood did not agree with this and turned his fiefdom into a muddy land and washed away all his subjects.

All his property was gone, including equipment, weapons, warhorse, even his family, and the most precious book of lordship, all were washed away before his eyes.

But it doesn’t matter.

Because the baron he appointed was even more unlucky, the castle made of earth and stones was collapsed by the heavy rain, burying the baron and his entire family inside.

With strong fighting spirit and good luck, Frodo used all his strength to hold on to the trunk of a big tree and stayed on the tree for five days and five nights before the flood receded.

He managed to survive and encountered a slave-catching team while struggling to survive in a muddy field.

Tired and hungry, he had no strength to resist, nor did he even want to resist, because being captured as a slave would at least give him something to eat.

He was knocked unconscious.

When I woke up again, I was lying on the shaking deck, eating insufficient and rotten food and drinking water that smelled of urine. After more than a month of drifting, I arrived in such a completely unfamiliar place.

They said this was the Sturgeon Island of Weilan, an island baron.

He had vaguely heard of this place name, and only knew that it was a small place, but judging from the scale of the port not far behind him, this place should not be poor and should be much richer than his former barony.

This made Frodo secretly relieved.

"With all my family gone, it doesn't matter where I live. Living on a wealthy island isn't bad. At least I don't have to fight with the knights from the neighboring territory."

He did not despise Veran. As a duchy of the Natural Alliance, Bosilia was not much richer than Veran.

Although there were many shield warriors maintaining order, the order was still not very good. Many men were dishonest and acted recklessly relying on their strength.

Frodo watched this scene and thought to himself, "Why are the Baron's soldiers so soft? They should be whipped hard in this situation!"

But he never saw the whip-bearer from beginning to end.

However, the troublemakers did not remain arrogant for long, as strong soldiers soon pulled them out individually.

But they still didn't learn a lesson, just isolated them with a shield array and marked their faces with a unique oil paint.

Frodo thought to himself, "Well, it seems he should be a kind lord."

There was indeed a lot of food, and everyone received enough food and had clean water to drink.

The anxious mood gradually calmed down and the team gradually became orderly.

After a while, Frodo received his share of food.

The food was served in a clay bowl and a wooden spoon was given.

The bowl contained a generous portion of salted potatoes, a wheat cake, and was topped off with a spoonful of thick seaweed soup.

"Eat the food quickly after you get it! After you finish eating, keep moving forward. Do you see the big puddle ahead? Wash yourself clean when you pass by it!"

There was a sound reaching his ears, but Frodo had no time to listen. He had not eaten fresh food for almost two months, and the rich aroma of the food in his hand made his stomach rumble.

He found a corner and started eating with big mouthfuls.

The potatoes tasted good, and the vegetable soup was also tasty. When Frodo ate the wheat cake, he was surprised to find that it had stuffing.

Take a bite and it's sizzling with the rich aroma of bacon and fat.

"Hmm~~It's still a meat pie!"

Frodo had not eaten meat for some time, and he thought the little meat pie was the most delicious thing in the world.

He devoured the food, and so did the people around him.

After finishing the meat pie, Frodo even put his meat-smelling fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean.

The food portion was not small, but he only ate until he was 40% full. He naturally had a much larger appetite than others.

But no matter what, the burning feeling in my stomach has been greatly relieved.

"Finally, I am living like a human being. The Baron is so kind and generous."

They were just refugees. If they were in other territories, they would definitely be treated like cattle and horses, but here, they were not even whipped.

Although it had been less than an hour since he had disembarked, Frodo was already planning to start over on this island.

"I'm only 23 years old, still young enough. With my fighting spirit and martial arts skills, I'll have no problem joining the army. There seem to be murlocs around this island. If I kill them diligently, I should be able to be knighted soon."

While he was thinking about it, he saw several young people in clean and decent clothes walking into the crowd, shouting as they walked.

"Keep going forward. There are several large pools ahead. The pools are filled with liquids for cleaning the body and repelling bedbugs and fleas."

"Clean your bodies in the pool, and when you get to the other side of the pool, report your names and abilities, and receive a brand new set of clothes!"

Frodo was happy to hear this: "Hey, he also made potions and got new clothes. It seems that this lord likes cleanliness very much."

He had been itching all over for a long time and now he had strength again. He immediately stood up and walked forward following the instructions.

Sure enough, I saw two huge pools, 50 meters long and five or six meters wide. The pool on the left was open to the sky and could accommodate men.

The pool on the right was surrounded by a wooden fence more than one person high, so women could pass through.

The potion in the pool was light green, with a strong herbal bitter smell.

Frodo didn't care and jumped into the pool with a splash.

"Wash as you go, don't block the road!"

Frodo did it immediately.

The medicine has a strong smell, but it does not irritate the eyes. When applied to the flea bites, it feels cool and comfortable.

Frodo simply buried his whole body in the water, and then walked forward in the water with his eyes closed.

Soon they reached the end and encountered another checkpoint. Behind the checkpoint were several stone counters that were half a person's height. Behind each counter sat an island official dressed as a clerk.

Someone beside him instructed: "Young man, keep going forward and tell us your name, age, and ability."

Frodo strode forward and stood before a cabinet.

"Frodo, 23 years old. I used to be a knight of the Principality of Bosilia. I have practiced advanced fighting spirit, horsemanship, swordsmanship, spearmanship, and shieldmanship."

The clerk behind the cabinet showed surprise in his eyes and looked up at Frodo carefully.

Then he waved to a man dressed as an officer behind him and said, "Sir, there is an outstanding soldier here."

The officer walked over quickly, looked Frodo up and down, and said, "Since you are a knight, why don't you go find your lord?"

"The baron I was loyal to died. The castle's foundations were washed away by the flood, burying the baron's family. I saw it with my own eyes."

The officer beckoned to Frodo.

Frodo followed with a quick step, for he knew that his life would soon be better again.

The officer took Frodo to a spacious room and said to a man dressed as a barber waiting inside: "Shave all the hair on his body and make sure there are no little blood-sucking creatures."

Then he said to Frodo, "Take off your clothes."

Frodo did so.

As a man, he didn't mind exposing his body, but he felt that the officer's gaze was a little strange because he kept looking him up and down.

The officer's voice sounded again: "Although you are a little thin, I can see that you were once quite strong and good-looking."

Frodo smiled awkwardly: "Yes, sir."

"Now, you have three choices."

"The first thing is to return to the team, follow everyone to the refugee shelter, and work for the Baron."

Frodo shook his head very simply: "No, sir, I am not going to the asylum."

"Very good. Then the second option is to join the island army and become a soldier to protect the island."

"And the third one?"

"Join the island's navy, participate in the "Sun Warrior" program, and become a Sun Warrior. As long as you complete this mission well, you should be able to get rid of your status as a recruit soon."

Frodo said without hesitation: "I choose the third one."

“A wise choice.”

The barber had great skills and worked very quickly. Soon Frodo had his entire body shaved clean, and the officer brought a set of clean clothes.

"New recruits' leather armor, put it on."

Frodo took a look at the leather armor and found that it was brand new and of quite good quality.

As he put on his clothes, he asked, "Baron. Oh no, the lord seems to be very wealthy?"

The officer smiled slightly: "You guessed it right, he is very wealthy and of noble status."

"You are of noble status. The Lord is indeed of noble status."

"No, you don't understand. I said noble because our lord married Princess Veran. It's just like your dead baron married the daughter of the Grand Duke of Bosilia."

“Hiss~~~”

Frodo took a deep breath, and then suddenly remembered the outrageous rumor he had heard some time ago: "Wait, wait, I remember now, could the lord be the baron who fought with King Danger for the princess?"

"Yes, that's it."

“Oh~~~~”

Frodo suddenly felt that his future life might be very exciting.

Soon, he found that the officer was leading him towards a house.

"What now?"

"Enjoying your lunch. Or are you full?"

"Of course not." Frodo's saliva began to flow faster.

His biggest characteristic is that he can eat a lot. Because of his ability to eat, he can eat as much as three or four people, so he can never save money.

We soon arrived at the restaurant.

This restaurant is much better than the previous one. It is spacious and bright, and has rows of rounded tables and chairs made of topaz-like stone.

The restaurant was divided into two rooms, the inner room was the officers' restaurant and the outer room was for ordinary soldiers.

"You can eat here."

"There are clean plates over there. Take your plates to that window and find the chef. Take whatever you like, make sure you have enough, but don't waste anything."

"Yes, sir."

"Finally, no matter what happens, private fighting is prohibited in the army. Disobeying orders will result in being put in solitary confinement at the very least, or expelled from the army at the worst."

Frodo didn't quite understand, so he asked based on his past experience: "Which knight is my direct superior?"

"You are directly affiliated with the East China Sea Fleet and are a fleet recruit. The highest commander of the fleet is Major Harry."

"Major Harry. It's a new type of army, just like the Kingdom of Levender, right?"

Frodo still has some knowledge.

"It is somewhat similar to Levender, but there are also many differences. I know you must be confused now, but there will be someone to teach you."

Frodo was indeed confused, but the aroma of the food drove away all the questions in his mind.

"Who cares? As long as there's good food and drink, that's all."

He followed the example of the other soldiers, picked up his plate and lined up in front of the window.

Soon it was my turn.

Through the small glass window, he saw many kinds of food inside, more than a dozen in total, including vegetables, meat, and soup. Not only did they look delicious, but they also had a strong aroma.

He remembered the officer's words and pointed at the large piece of stew meat and said, "I want that, full."

The chef glanced at him and reminded him, "You can fill it up, but if you can't finish it, you'll be in trouble."

"Um~ Then give me half, five more meat patties, and a bowl of seaweed."

Finally, he returned with a full plate of food and began to eat it with big mouthfuls.

The food tasted very good, much better than the food in his previous territory.

He couldn't help thinking: "If I have to live like this every day, I won't go back to my old territory even if I am asked to."

Judging from the surrounding situation, it is obvious that days like this happen every day, because each of the soldiers is very strong.

While eating, Frodo saw an officer come in with a few thin, bald recruits with confused eyes.

It was clear at first glance that the other party was a refugee.

It can also be seen that although the other person is thin, he has a strong body, is young, and has a handsome appearance, just like himself.

He then discovered that all the new recruits in the restaurant were actually young and good-looking.

Frodo suddenly wondered in his heart: "Does being a warrior also require good looks these days? Or is this the lord's personal hobby?"

I really can't figure it out, so I just stop thinking about it.

He buried his head and continued to eat the stew. The delicious taste made him forget all his worries.

(End of this chapter)