Yates Sivi felt exhausted.
Arriving in Sandon Kaya this evening made her feel a strange emotion. The familiar devastation and the people rebuilding their homes reminded her of the village where she lived, and how she covered the scars of being slaughtered in the war again and again.
War and tribal conflicts took away her last breath.
No one had the courage to stay and wait. The fear of the knife falling on her neck at any time often woke her up during the recent migration nights.
She shook her head and looked at her husband.
An honest farmer with strong limbs, ordinary, who had never held an axe, knife or spear, is now her greatest hope.
He has a sister-in-law named Tennyson Sivi, who lives in Sandon Kaya.
Suddenly, she saw someone walking towards here from the corner of her eye. She wanted to get up and run away with a pain in her heart, but hunger made her limbs weak and she almost lost her balance. It was her husband who supported her.
But they fell behind because of this.
The refugees rushed forward, and Yates realized that there was no need for them to flee because there were no looters or robbers.
"Don't worry, there's plenty of food."
The Ranger turned over and stopped the refugees. They used their arms to surround the iron pot to prevent the boiling broth from being knocked over and ruined.
Yates smelled the meat.
She swallowed her saliva, but still stopped her husband. There were too many people, and it was easy to get hurt if they squeezed in. She didn't want to see her only relative bleed again.
Awooo--
Everyone, including Yates, froze in place, and then the refugees retreated one after another, clearing a space for them to breathe.
An arm with the mark of Sandonkaya was put down steadily.
"It's a helpless move, sorry."
He was sturdy and well-proportioned, with a steady face that didn't match his age. His tone of voice was very natural, making people feel no oppression and no desire to interrupt.
"I... know what you've been through. I won't say stupid things like empathy, but it's over. You can share the food and protection of Sandon Kaya.
Think about what it feels like to be cornered.
So, stop fighting and don't let any innocent people get hurt."
The speech was short and powerful, and the crowd calmed down.
The refugees still had fanaticism in their eyes, but they slowly lined up, took fish soup and steamed meat in ceramic bowls, and each dispersed to gobble them up.
Yates' husband protected his wife and walked at the end of the team.
Someone who had finished eating lined up behind him, ready to receive the second portion.
The soldiers did not stop them, and not only that, they also put away all their weapons as ordered.
The refugees experienced food and shelter.
Under food and order, no one could think of resisting or making trouble.
Because everyone was afraid of causing dissatisfaction to each other, afraid of being expelled, afraid of the dangerous wilderness and the death that followed.
A giant wolf walked out of the woods.
It was more powerful than any other mount on the scene, with a look of disdain on its face, crouching quietly behind the young man.
Only then did the refugees dare to look at him. He was strong, calm, wearing a lining and a vest, with half of the sword buckle exposed on his winter coat. Judging from the behavior and eyes of the people around him, he was Zhan Jing.
It was Yates' turn.
She couldn't hold the bowl, so her husband had to help her get the food.
The young man frowned, looking at the couple with a slightly puzzled look, and then walked towards this side without thinking.
Yates felt his pulse speed up and his head became heavier.
"Headache?"
The man asked, his voice was emotionless, but full of strength.
Yates huddled in her husband's arms, they protected each other, and the young man was still waiting for his answer.
All eyes in the venue were gathered here, everyone was waiting for the situation to develop further, observing the words and deeds of the mysterious Zhan Jing.
Yates nodded, his head sank, and he felt a little nauseous.
But this time, it didn't take long for the pain of the swelling to ease, her mind became clear, and she felt hungry again.
She opened her eyes and saw a hand moving away from her eyes.
This Zhan Jing actually knew magic, and he didn't prepare bitter medicine like a shaman, nor did he need to chant any strange spells.
"Are you going to stay in Santonkaya?"
The young man put his hands behind his back, and there was no expectation or disgust in his tone, just a very calm and respectful question.
"Generous... Zhan Jing, Mother Winter bless, I hope you can take us in."
His husband stood up, feeling guilty for not noticing his wife's abnormality, and expressed the most real thoughts in his mind.
The eyes of the people around him were eager, and no one wanted this to be the last meal.
"Santonkaya welcomes you," the young man smiled faintly, and then showed the tattoo on his right arm. "Remember the name of your banner.
Ken Bouvier.
I will defend the territory that Winter Mother cannot protect with my sword and blood. Offer your hard work and loyalty, and I will return with stability and prosperity."
[Refugees x15 join your team. ]
Everyone who comes to collect food again will greet Ken, and they will often take a second look, hoping to find comfort and strength.
Ken lived up to expectations.
He stood and waited for another round, and every time he met a wounded or sick refugee, he would generously use his divine power.
[Residents' loyalty increased]
The Yates couple did not leave immediately. They waited until Ken was free, and when he was about to leave, they rushed over to express their gratitude again.
They bowed their heads and beat their hearts, squatted on one knee, and prepared to perform the etiquette used for the Winter Mother during the sacrifice.
Ken stopped Yates with the back of his hand and said without any other physical contact: "Don't do strenuous exercise."
"Are there any other diseases?" Her husband immediately panicked, "Great Zhan Jing, please help us."
"Do you think she is sick?"
Ken frowned and asked back, with a relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth, his voice was calm and his tone was gentle.
Yates and her husband looked at each other and shook their heads, indicating that they could not understand.
Ken waved his hand and said:
"Go to the village and find a girl named Joan, and ask her to tell the kitchen to prepare some suitable food for you every day. Those thick porridge and barbecue are too greasy."
He pretended to turn around, laughed secretly for a while, and then turned around and said:
"Congratulations, the hope of life is about to be born, your wife is pregnant."
Yates was stunned at first.
Then her mouth opened wide and wanted to scream, she subconsciously covered it with her hand, felt her heart hit, and the whole person was confused.
Her husband was even more unable to be reserved.
The man wanted to hug her, but he didn't dare to use force. He moved closer, then backed away and immediately stuck to her, his eyes full of tears.
Ken stood by and shared a moment of happiness.
He turned and walked away silently. This was a good omen for Santonkaya.
In the evening, the moon was round.
A new welcome banquet began in the village.
The scholars chanted two hymns, but the effect was mediocre. Several ladies from Norin teamed up to perform a court dance, which turned the situation around.
The fishermen stepped onto the frozen sea with great enthusiasm.
He would bring the good news to his companions who stayed at the ice eye. The sentinels who were on duty also returned, and the joy was high in cheers.
Some people clamored to see other talents.
Mrs. Tennyson pushed Joan out.
She shyly shrank back to her original position, but she didn't have the heart to pour cold water on others, so she cleared her throat and started singing.
Ken's ears cleared.
He had heard this song in the cave, on the day Hamsin died.
As the crowd around him became quiet, the song became clearer, the firelight flickered, and the humming drifted in the air.
The last part began to repeat.
Someone around took the initiative to sing in harmony, and more and more people hummed, gathering into a sound wave.
[Score collection: Santon Kaya Poem]
[Quality: C]
[Effect: Pleasure, calmness, singing can reduce the hostility of residents. ]