"teacher!"

The girl in a light green dress showed her figure from the carriage, stood by the car door and waved her hand implicitly at Martin, greeting her very ladylikely.

Martin walked to the side of the carriage, looked at Clint with some confusion and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Teacher, my father invited you to dinner at home. I came to pick you up."

Clint had a passionate smile on his face, and a tone of concern.

However, Martin had long been accustomed to her character and couldn't help but curl his lips slightly and said, "I think it's true that you want to make a snack. Your tongue is dyed red with sugar skewers!"

Clin immediately took out a mirror, stuck out his tongue and looked at it.

However, she immediately realized that she had been fooled.

The so-called red syrup was not left on the pink tongue.

"Teacher, you are lying!"

Clint waved his small fist, and his fierce look was like a little tiger.

Martin couldn't help laughing: "You're so stupid. You've been eating candy skewers for several years. I still don't know that it just looks red and won't dye your tongue red!"

Of course, he did not refuse the invitation. After closing the door, he got on the carriage with Clin.

He speculated that Count Cross might have something to look for him.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be related to the storm that has occurred in the past two days.

After getting in the car, Clinn made a face, turned her head and took out two more candy skewers, licked them vividly without any worries, and deliberately did not give them to Martin.

Martin couldn't help but smile on his face, but he felt a little warm.

Clin was his student before, but now she suddenly found out that she was still her cousin, and her identity was brought from the teacher to the relative. Martin subconsciously, seeing Clin and Rocky siblings has changed from a brand new perspective...

The carriage suddenly stopped when it reached the end of Golden Orchid Street, and a noisy sound came from outside.

Shouts, footsteps, and whispers of low communication...

Various sounds were intertwined.

Clin curiously opened the curtain on the car window and looked out.

What caught my eye was a stream of people walking slowly towards the west of the city from the intersection in front, while the garrison maintained order beside them.

refugee!

After seeing these people, a word immediately emerged in Martin's mind.

This abortion is found in men, women, young and old, and most of them are based on family units.

Younger people carry big and small bags of things.

Most of them looked haggard and slow and weak, and with their dirty clothes, Martin couldn't think of other possibilities.

The abortion turned from the street in front, just blocking the way of the carriage.

As they watched them pass by the car window, Martin's face showed a faint look of sympathy.

However, Martin was puzzled that although they were a little haggard and tired, they were not as pale as they were thin.

The young people are pretty strong, which means there should be no food and clothing problems before.

The coachman parked the car steadily on the side of the road, and immediately a garrison member discovered the badge pattern of the Bosen family on the car. He rushed over immediately and protected the carriage firmly.

The conversation between the coachman and the garrison members also sounded outside the carriage.

"What's going on?"

The coachman asked.

As the saying goes, the seventh rank official in front of the prime minister.

Although the Earl did not give him privileges, the coachman also served as the responsibility of a bodyguard and still had the confidence to talk to the guards.

"It all comes from the east, Huowen Town, Lak Town, and several fishing villages."

The guards immediately replied.

"Is there any disaster happening there?" the coachman asked again.

The guards smiled but did not answer.

The coachman and bodyguard were also very sensible and did not continue to ask questions. Instead, he changed the topic and chatted with the other party for a brief time, just as passing the waiting time.

It took about twenty minutes before refugees passed through this corner one after another.

Martin calculated silently and found that the number of people was about three to four thousand.

The carriage restarted, Clin turned to Martin and asked curiously: "Teacher, what disaster did you think they suffered?"

"I don't know either." Martin shook his head.

In fact, he had already had some speculations in his mind.

This matter is very likely related to the Immortal Cult.

Two days ago, the two bishops took the fighting personnel from the temple to pursue the Immortal Cult. Although they were trapped, they indirectly showed that they did have clues about the Immortal Cult.

Moreover, it is very likely to be a big fish.

In order to transfer the two bishops, the Immortal Cult should have invested a lot.

These refugees are likely to be ordinary people affected by the battle between the two sides.

Because the two towns, Lak and Huowen towns mentioned by the soldiers just now, are not far from Faralin Fort, and are about two to three days away.

If it was a natural disaster, Faralinburg would have received the news long ago.

Moreover, the secretive appearance of the garrison members just now further proves this.

Concealing the facts is of course to avoid unnecessary panic.

Because ordinary people's fear of cult organizations such as the Immortal Cult has long been deeply rooted.

After no stoppage, the carriage arrived at the manor quickly.

It's almost twelve o'clock.

Earl Cross stood in front of the window, and there were two people with the same subordinates beside him, listening to the count and recording something quickly with his pen.

This was exactly what Martin saw when he knocked on the door and entered the study.

"Teacher Martin is here, you can sit for a while."

Cross raised his head and looked at Martin and said with a gentle smile.

Martin also smiled and nodded, then silently found a seat to sit down.

The two next to the Earl were wearing purple uniforms, and they seemed to be officials of the Faralinburg government department.

The government department usually has a weak sense of presence, and most of the ordinary people come into contact with them because of tax payments and real estate delivery.

"After the residence is arranged, first gather the young and middle-aged people and those with labor to repair the dock. Don't let them be idle, otherwise it will be easy for chaos."

"As for salary, don't pay too much in the first month. Deduct part of it as rent. If you are dissatisfied, cancel the free food every day. If you dare to make trouble, just hand it over to the garrison."

The Count ordered it neatly that he had a lot of experience in dealing with this situation and had already had a mature plan.

“How long will it take for free food to be distributed?”

One of them asked.

The count smiled slightly and said confidently: "Don't worry about this. Although free food is not expensive, if there is a choice, no one can bear eating black bread every day."

The man nodded suddenly and asked another question.

"Then... how to deal with the property of the original owner of these houses? If you have to register and preserve them one by one, the government department may not have enough staff."

Cross frowned slightly, was silent for a while before he spoke: "Like last weekend, every household has left something commemorative."

"As for money, you can just put it away first and register the number."

The two staff members got the exact implementation plan, breathed a sigh of relief, and then surrendered.

Martin also heard that they were discussing the refugees just now.

It is actually not appropriate to say that it is a discussion, it is just that the count arranged the work unilaterally.

It was not until this moment that Martin truly realized the majesty of the Earl as the ruler of Faralinburg.

After all, when they are together, the Count is so approachable that Martin ignores his power and identity.

As for the house they just mentioned, Martin was in a little heavy mood.
Chapter completed!