"Everyone, don't worry. Come and line up. Everyone will get their share of food."
The Paladins who believed in the goddess of magic shouted.
Below him was a dark mass of transmigrators from earth. After a day of running around and working, everyone's linen clothes were stained with a lot of soil, but they could not be replaced.
In order to prevent the travelers from snatching the transported food and all kinds of dangers, the forces that Arthur's major temples had sent to the Wildlands included the Paladins and the priests.
Meanwhile, cleric Robin was directing the cleric apprentices to distribute the congee that they had cooked while observing the situation.
"It's a little different from the camp we went to yesterday." Robin said to the Paladin ainte standing beside him.
"Indeed, these people don't look so desperate." Saint Samurai ainte concluded.
