Chapter 457: Boiling Desire, Long-Awaited Reunion

——8:10——

The town of Steele is a little far from the town of Riley.

Alan ran for more than fifty kilometers but still didn’t see any sign of the town.

But he caught up with the large group of refugees who fled in the middle of the night.

The huge team staggered forward in the sunshine after the rain.

At a glance, there are only two or three hundred people.

For ordinary people, Allen’s half-hour sprint was not easy at all, but a hard trek of several hours.

——It rained heavily last night, obstructing our vision. The terrain was generally uphill and muddy, making the journey difficult.

At this moment, the sky cleared up after the rain. With Alan’s physical fitness, he didn’t care about the long and difficult road ahead. His desire to see Senis, Lokisi and others was enough to make flowers out of all the mud.

As a result of this, Alan, who had set out a few hours later, actually caught up with them.

Not to mention, most of the people fleeing from Riley to Steele were pushing wooden carts.

The wooden cart has no roof, so you can see what’s inside at a glance.

Patched clothes; rice mixed with stones; things for making fire; cooking utensils for eating.

And the bodies of relatives.

Wheels, wheels, the wheels rolled through the mud and water, sliding down into ruts.

The corpse was swaying on the car, and the rag covering it was soaked with rain and stuck firmly to the face of the corpse.

It can’t be shaken off or thrown away, and you can almost see the outlines of the facial features.

Alan’s smile disappeared as he passed them.

Naturally, he sped away, but not long after, he turned back.

Alan walked around the refugees and helped an elderly woman with wrinkles on her face push her car out of the mud.

The latter glanced at Alan and was about to thank him, but he saw the dense sword wounds on Alan’s face. His body was obviously stiff, and he kept looking at a small sack on his cart.

Alan glanced at it:
It was filled with gray and yellow wheat.

The grey ones are stones, accounting for 80%, and the yellow ones are wheat grains, which have been soaked by rain.

Even after doing this, she was still worried that she would be snatched away by Alan, the ‘deserter’.

Alan was silent for a moment, then said, “I am not a soldier, but an adventurer. The wound on my face was caused by resisting them. My wife and I got separated due to the heavy rain, and I would like to ask you for some information.”

The old woman visibly breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this. She looked up and down at Alan’s tattered clothes and relaxed further.

Although his face was full of sorrow, he still managed a smile.

“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, kid. Those soldiers and bandits always come to rob. Haha, thank you for helping me push the cart. But I don’t know much about it, so I may not be able to help you.”

Alan shook his head: “It’s okay, I just want to ask, did you see anyone rushing past in the rain last night? Judging from their speed, they should be quite fast.”

The old woman thought for a while and shook her head.

“It was raining so hard that I didn’t notice. We parked our car to avoid the rain for a lot of time last night. Sorry, kid.”

Allen nodded. “It’s okay. Do you have an approximate estimate of how far Steele Town is?”

The old woman looked around, and when she saw the yellow stubble fields on the roadside not far ahead, her cloudy eyes lit up slightly.

“It’s almost time to see the fields. Haha, even though there’s nothing in the fields, I’ll try my luck later. Maybe I can find something to eat.”

Seeing that he still didn’t get the time he wanted to ask, Alan didn’t ask any further.

As long as we confirm that the direction is right and Steele Town is almost here, he continued casually, “Let’s go to the wheat field. Aren’t you afraid that the soldiers will chase us?”

The old woman’s face was full of wrinkles. “I’m scared, but what can I do? In this area, whoever has the bigger fist can protect the family’s belongings. Now my children are dead, and my grandchildren are gone. Before they died, they told me to live, so of course, an old woman like me must eat first.

Those soldiers and bandits targeted me for food. If I had food, they would not necessarily kill me. They would let me pick out the wheat slowly, and I could hide some when no one was paying attention. They let me go, but they would come to me for food again next time.

So, I can’t be without food, or I’ll really die.”

Alan looked back at her.

She forced a smile and looked at Alan.

Alan looked away and looked at the body on the latter’s cart.

There are obviously two children below.

“.Feel sorry.”

The old woman waved her hand, feeling that she had pushed the cart much lighter, and forced a smile through her wrinkles. “It’s okay, but judging from your accent, you’re not from the Conflict Zone, are you?”

Alan nodded, “I’m from the Kingdom of Asura.”

The old woman was startled, then shook her head, “Asura Kingdom, I heard it’s a good place, you have your own cemetery, right?”

This time it was Alan’s turn to be stunned. He looked at the corpses on the carts around him again, paused for a moment, and then spoke.

“In a conflict zone, are family members to be buried in their own homes?”

The old woman shook her head, grabbed the hand of her relative under the shroud, and helped him rub off the mud that splashed on him:

“No way. People in the Conflict Zone are usually buried in the mountains after they die. There are no mountains on either side of Riley Town, so we usually go to the closer Leif Town.

Unfortunately, the war started there, and we can’t go back there anymore.”

Alan was silent for a while, then nodded: “Good on the mountain.”

The old woman nodded: “The mountains are good, they are high and not affected by the war. It is easier to find some land and we don’t have to waste land for farming. This area has many mountains and little land, so we can’t bury randomly.”

Allen: “Yes.”

As he spoke, he used the location search to check Senis again.

——This time, Lokisi was helping Lilia wipe her face, while Senis was sitting beside her. Her hair had been washed and had returned to its original color.

Alan took the initiative to disperse the positioning search to save some magic power.

The old woman saw Alan turning his head and thought he was looking at the body in her car. She lowered her eyes and stared at the shroud for a long while before saying:

“Many children died in this war. There were many families where only the children were left. The children starved to death. There were also children who fled from nowhere and whose parents could not find them.

Oh, they died on the road, too. I think it was not easy for them, so we pulled them into the car together and buried them together on the mountain.”

Alan didn’t know what to say, so he just turned around and looked at the body in the car again.

There are four bodies in total, two large and two small.

Alan felt that this scene was a bit eye-catching, so he stopped talking and just pushed the cart.

The old woman stopped talking.

This push lasted for an hour.

During this time, Alan used the positioning search to look at Lokixi again.

The latter was helping Lilia wash her hair. Lilia lowered her head and let her fiddle with her hair without moving.

There was also a child figure passing by, but it was too fast and Alan couldn’t see clearly whether it was Aisha or Norn.

Even though there were corpses all around, and even though the situation the old woman was facing was sympathetic.

Alan still felt that his thoughts were a little drifting.

The Great Transfer Avoidance Plan successfully prevented the death of the people you care about from the Great Transfer disaster.

It seems like it was successful?
No, it’s been a month, it’s been a year and a half.

Can we finally declare success?

But is everyone in the royal capital okay?
After meeting up with Senis and Lokisi, take a short break, and recover your magic power, then look at them one by one.
Although it was only a month, to the outside world it felt like a year and a half had passed.

Sylphy’s worrying personality must have made it very difficult for her to bear this. And Izuruti’s dependence on others must have been a big blow to her.

And my mother, I don’t know if she will get sick again.
Alan lowered his eyes and took out the message paper from his arms.

——It’s already in tatters, and the words are all blurred together.

But Alan’s eyes were obviously much gentler.

As soon as you feel settled, write a letter to let them know you are safe. At least, let them feel at ease.

“Child, your eyes look really nice when they’re curved, just like the way my child looks at me.

You looked so stern just now, and it felt like there were knives in your eyes, cutting my face, so hard that it hurt my eyes.”

Alan felt the fire of Sword God Style’s ‘desire’ growing stronger in his heart, which was just a little bit away from burning through the shackles. He smiled and shook his head, then turned to look at the old woman.

The smile on his face disappeared instantly and he fell silent again.

——The other party’s tone just now should have sounded like he was looking at him with a smile, but at this moment, in his sight.

She just opened her cloudy eyes and tilted her head to look at the corpse on the cart.

The optimism that had lasted from the time they first met disappeared. The swaying morning breeze blew from her arms to her face, making her dark brown skin and deep wrinkles particularly clear.

She added: “But it’s also good to have eyes that are like knives. In this troubled area, eyes that are not like knives are more likely to be stabbed.”

He sighed long and hard, but forced himself to look up towards the south.

The shadow of Steele Town can already be seen in the distance.

She dropped her hands from pushing the cart.

The car didn’t stop.

The old woman tilted her head to look at Alan who was pushing the cart silently, reached out and put her hand on the back of his hand, patting it gently twice.

“Thank you, thank you for being so kind. You don’t have to help me push the cart anymore. Let’s stop here. I’ll go to the wheat field next to me to see if I can find some leftovers. Go find your wife, my child. I hope your wife is safe and sound, and I wish you all the best on your journey.”

Alan nodded, then watched her push the cart into the wheat field.

The wheel tracks rolled over the wheat stubble. The old woman bent down to pick up stones from the ground and looked for wheat grains to throw into the sack beside her.

Alan turned and headed towards Steele Town.

The chaos in the conflict zone will be resolved.

Allen never thought that he had a high level of ideological awareness, nor did he ever think of himself as a so-called “lord” who was good at governance, or a “saint” who was eager to ignite the fire of reform in the six-sided world.

What he has always been thinking about is changing the world from top to bottom, giving time to time and giving civilization to the years.

But my thoughts are ultimately too high, too far-fetched and too abstract.

Some people’s ‘time’ is not even as long as a knife.

The old woman in front of me is very miserable, and her children are also miserable.

Although when they are not miserable, they are probably not good civilians. He has seen what kind of people the civilians in the conflict zone are like in the fishing village before.

But this is ultimately due to the chaotic environment in the conflict zone.

Let the influential Asura completely quell the war in the conflict zone?
It’s too far away, and it’s difficult and slow to implement.

Then the Republic of Shillong might be a better choice.

Alan narrowed his eyes, and a figure flashed in his eyes.

I don’t know what kind of person Pakus is now in this week. I heard from Luo Qixi before that he has changed in the letters. Apart from his love of harassing maids, it seems that some advantages that he would have ‘in the future’ have emerged in advance.

And if we can really make arrangements here in advance, considering all factors, he is a suitable candidate.

On the other hand, it would also be a good nail to plant when proving his identity to Orstead in the future.

After all, Pacrus was the person he specifically asked to protect.

——”If I, Allen, was really an apostle of the God of Man, I should have killed him long ago. However, not only did I not do that, I helped him. Do you think I am an apostle of the God of Man?”

I don’t know if he listens to what people say.

As I was thinking, the town of Steele was getting closer and closer.

——8:20——

One kilometer south of the town, a group of middle-aged refugees spontaneously formed a small “self-defense team”. They said it was for self-defense, but in fact they were just looking out in the distance to see if there were any soldiers coming, so as to give advance warning to the town behind them.

When they saw Alan, the men’s eyes lingered on the wound on his face for a while, then looked at his tattered clothes, but did not stop him.

This also saved Alan some explanation.

In this way, he soon arrived at the town.

The town of Steele is not big and is built on a hillside.

In the morning sun, a river with a bright glow flows down from the mountain, dividing the town of Steele into two.

The buildings are stacked up layer by layer on the slope, and the roads are like terraced fields, stacked in circles from far away to the front.

In front of Allen was a staircase leading into the town that was more than ten meters long and five meters high.

At a glance, there are many such steps, connecting roads of different heights.

It also connects the almost dense noise together.

There were a lot of people in sight, crowded on the road like ants.

Looking up from the town gate at the lowest point, all you can see are tents made of rags stained with mud.

“Is there anyone who wants to exchange food with me?”

“Fire starter! Can I change the fire starter for you?”

“I don’t want that one! Change it!!”

“The body can’t be buried there! Go to the mountains!!”

“Mommy mommy!”

The air smelled of food and also of excrement.

Shouts came and went.

Old, young, sharp, hoarse. The movement of the refugees was abuzz with noise.

There were also bodies on the ground.

But a ‘lively’ atmosphere different from that of Riley Town and Leff Town is coming towards you!

Alan didn’t even know when he took the first step. He just blinked in a trance and found that his legs quickly stepped onto the stairs and came to the road uncontrollably.

He looked around at the crowd and tents, moving quickly through the gaps among the crowd. Even though his face was torn, it could not conceal his increasingly bright eyes.

There were people bargaining in front of the tents on the left, but there were no familiar faces.

The group of people on the right who are carrying basins to fetch water include children, well, not Aisha or Norn.

Someone in the distance was shouting to exchange some food. The voice sounded familiar. I looked closely and found that except for the reddish-brown hair, the face was not familiar.

There was someone crying and pretending to be Alan running over, with a child in his arms, and they all looked unfamiliar.

Alan quickly searched the crowd for the familiar figure, but was suddenly stunned and burst out laughing.

What on earth was he doing? Now that he was about to meet everyone again, to see Senis and the others, and to complete the plan he had been planning for a long time, he was so excited that he lost his mind.
Either use the positioning system or just yell.
Just as he was thinking this, a trembling whispering sound came from behind him, above his head, and from the edge of the road above.

“Ai Allen”

It was instantly drowned out by the noise, but Alan could still make it out clearly.

That was Loki’s voice.

He raised his head suddenly and looked behind him, only to see Lokisi with her sleeves rolled up and her long braids stained with mud, standing on the edge of the road near the river.

When she saw Alan’s clothes torn to pieces and his face covered with sword wounds, the look of surprise that suddenly appeared on her face froze, and she looked at Alan and tears suddenly flowed down.

“Ai!”

The next moment, Alan jumped onto the road to the upper level and held her in his arms.

Along with Loki’s intermittent chanting, the light of healing magic swept around Alan, and the wound on his face healed quickly.

Alan hugged the source of his power and smelled in distress the faint smell of blood that was left on Loki’s body after the rain washed over it.

Luo Qixi’s tears continued to flow down her neck.

Alan glanced at her face and felt that the last bit of worry in his heart finally fell to the ground.

he thinks:

This is the second time. I never saw Loki cry in the original book.

But this was the second time that he had caused her to put aside her role as a ‘teacher’ and cry without restraint.

Why do I always make her cry?

“Don’t cast healing spells anymore. You probably don’t have much magic power. I saw Obel’s body in Riley Town. The marks on his body were from a lightning strike, right?”

Alan leaned over and patted Luo Qixi’s back gently.

“I also used my magic eye-like ability to see you save Senis and the others. You’ve worked so hard, Lokisi. Thank you, thank you.”

However, these words made Luo Qixi cry even harder, and she almost buried her head in his neck and couldn’t stand up.

“.I’m fine, I just look miserable. Luo Qixi. I.”

At this moment, with a clang, a basin full of dirty water fell not far away.

The water flowed along the muddy ground with footprints to Alan’s feet. He subconsciously glanced at the muddy water.

There was a distressed smile on his face, but after just a glance, it gradually froze as the water splashed against his feet.

The basin of water spun in circles in the sight, and two seconds later, it fell down next to a pair of leather boots with a snap.

Next to the cowhide boots, the indentations of the emblem of the Suishin-ryu Sodojo, nested like a river, were clearly visible in the flow of feeling.

He slowly raised his eyes.

The familiar swordsman’s robe was the same as ‘yesterday’, and it also had the emblem of the Mizukami-ryu Dojo reflected on it.

Around his waist was a light armor that Alan had never seen before, and some parts of the joints were already rusted.

This is a trace of the flow of time, witnessing the hardships the armor went through as its owner trekked from the west of the Central Continent.

The hair ends with a little bit of faint blue fell to the waist. Because of the rain, it was not as smooth as usual and looked a little frizzy.

Looking up, there is an overly thin face, a high nose bridge, and a pair of black eyes that have been looking at him since he was a child, with slightly drooping eyelids that almost occupy a quarter of the cheek area.

At this moment, tears as big as beans were rolling down my eyes.

Just by looking at it, Alan felt the warmth of the tears.

It didn’t fall.

Isaruti didn’t say anything either.

Alan’s throat was very dry. He looked at Isaruti’s face for a long time before he murmured in a hoarse voice.

“.Too thin. Too thin. Isa Luti”

The words fall.

Tears fell and shattered into flowers in front of Alan.

(End of this chapter)