"My Goddess, dear knight, we love you." The rescued villagers did not care about their disheveled clothes. As if they had seen their biological father, they all knelt on the ground with tears streaming down their faces, knelt over and wanted to kiss Field's boots. Field waved his hand: "I am Baron Field, and I came here specifically to save you. But there is no food in the rear. If you stay in the village, you will be killed by the rebels sooner or later. So you are recruited to be my logistics, and I will also collect the food. Don't worry, I have you." Food."
"We do." Not only did the villagers show no resistance, but they were overjoyed. He actually takes care of the food, is there such a good thing? Being taken in by a kind lord is better than anything else. There are only about thirty villagers left, and most of them are women. An old woman serves as the new village chief. The village was destroyed and they had nowhere to go.
"My lord, we found very little food." The mercenaries who came to report dragged two carts of food with unhappy expressions on their faces. Smoked and dried field mouse meat, black bread, and even wild vegetables were collected.
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