It was around 9 a.m. when Viscount Little came to the shanty town of the Lower Seventh Ring Road.

The believers in the shanty towns have already started a busy day.

Although there are enough supplies and no work is needed, cleaning up the ruins, cremating the bodies and building fortifications requires a large number of manpower.

The only thing that is thankful is that the winter in Beilu is always cold, so there is no need to worry about corpses and the ensuing plague.

But the worries about friends and relatives still allow the people here to accomplish everything as quickly as possible.

Therefore, when Viscount Little came, he saw a very busy scene.

Of course, there are also guard posts.

Because, the heir of the Atantine royal family and the heir of the Snake faction are the same.

The heirs of the Snake faction have a very strong relationship with the "Mist" church, so that the guards, who are obviously "surveillance", have become real protection.

Coupled with the patrols and posts of the believers of the "Mist" Church itself, the guards here are no longer weak.

As a general's leave, Little almost subconsciously evaluated how he would break through here at the fastest and lowest cost if he was an enemy.

This slightly aggressive gaze was quickly discovered.

"Hey, you'd better take back your eyes."

A young man as strong as a brown bear, carrying a huge double-edged battle axe, quietly appeared next to Little's carriage and spoke.

It was not until the young man spoke that Little was surprised to see the other party's arrival and immediately his eyes shrank.

He began to look at the other person.

When he saw the other person's figure, he quickly locked in who the other person was.

Roggart!

One of the backbones of the ‘Mist’ church.

"Does your own strength cooperate with the 'Mist' magic technique?"

Viscount Little guessed in his heart, but a kind smile appeared on his face.

"Hello, I am Viscount Little. Is Bishop Simon there?"

It was originally because of its long and narrow eyes that looked very similar to the viscount of a fox, but its hooked nose became more and more obvious, like a fox with an eagle beak.

Looking at the viscount who looked like this, Rogert frowned.

Young people don’t like foxes. When they were young, they were always stolen by these bad things. Even if they were hidden in trees, they would bite off the rope.

Therefore, the young man said bluntly.

"The Bishop is not here."

Faced with the stiff tone, Viscount Little was not angry at all.

"Where is Mr. Sivarka?"

He said with a smile.

"What do you want to do?"

The inquiry caused the young people to be vigilant.

"Don't worry, I have no malice."

"I have a bad reputation, but it's not bad either."

"Same, no one can pretend to be me, and the soldiers behind you can prove my identity."

Viscount Little said and walked towards the carriage, pointing to the Atantine soldiers not far away.

Rogert frowned as he looked at the soldiers who were saluting Little from afar.

Not suspicion.

With the arrival of Lord Colin's royal heir, the soldiers here can almost be regarded as their own people and no longer need to doubt anything.

He frowned because of the person in front of him.

Viscount Little's reputation he knew.

When he came, the respected baubles informed them as much as possible, who needed attention in Etantino.

Among them, this viscount is on the list.

Of course, what is more important is Sivarka's reminder.

‘Be careful with the old school, they may have bad intentions!’

Sivarka recounted his experience at that time and the conservatives' habitual methods of acting, saying that it was an exaggeration to use any means. After all, the other party still needs the face of a noble person.

But to say that it is moral and pay attention to the rules of the knight?

That's really a joke.

No ghosts believe it.

The young man really wants to drive the other person away.

However, thinking of the bishop's instructions when he left, he did not do so.

"You wait."

The young man said in a cold tone, turned around and walked into the camp.

In this increasingly perfect camp, Sivarka is replacing frostbite medicine for Ellie.

“Good recovery!”

Seeing the bruises on his little hand dissipating, Sivarka couldn't help but smile. In order to help Ellie recover, he bought the most expensive frostbite medicine.

Now it seems that it is the right choice.

“It will be able to recover in about two or three days.”

"Allie, don't touch cold water these two days."

Sivarka reminded.

"But I need to help everyone with work!"

"I don't have the energy to clean up the ruins, but if I can wash dishes, boil water, and don't touch cold water..."

A dilemma appeared on Ellie's little face.

Sivalka's eyes were filled with pity and love.

If he had a daughter, he would never let her do such a job.

No!

He already has a daughter.

But if my daughter wants to do this...

As a father, he has to support him unconditionally, even in tears.

"Then Ellie is careful."

"I'll go to the market to buy you a pair of gloves in a while."

"The kind that can touch water."

Sivarka touched Ellie's head.

"But my mother said she couldn't ask others for it at will..."

"I'm not someone else!"

"It was Ellie that you saved me, you are my life-savior."

"It's natural for me to repay Ellie."

Sivarka said with a smile, then pointed to the distance and continued, "Elie, go and help, everyone is waiting for you."

"good."

The little girl nodded, smiled at Sivarka, and ran over quickly.

Watching his daughter's disappearing back, Sivarka then turned around and looked at Roguet.

"what happened?"

Sivarka asked.

"What a good kid!"

The young man admired this way, and then he began to face an old father's suspicious, alert and hostile gaze.

"What do you want to do?"

Sivalka bared her teeth and asked in a deep voice.

"Don't get me wrong!"
To be continued...