How To Wear a Goddess Statue

    In the tent, the small brazier used for heating continued to emit heat, and the fire was extinguished.

    Eleuil flicked the paper, making a slight page-turning sound.

    "The supplies sent by Wangcheng shouldn't be consumed so quickly."

    Let's not talk about the thick clothes and medicines to keep out the cold, just talk about the consumption of food, it is obviously not in line with the actual situation.

    When the group first arrived at the camp, they also witnessed the scene of the victims crowding and shoving and fighting for rations at the food distribution point.

    Several soldiers stood lazily on the side to maintain order and did not stop people from fighting.

    The victims who grabbed the food and got out of the crowd carefully held in their hands only a piece of dry bread the size of an egg, and a small bowl of soup. There were few beans and vegetable leaves floating on the soup surface. Too bad, the soup is crystal clear.

    When the soup bucket reached the bottom and there was no bread left, the soldiers pushed the cart away.

    The victims who didn't grab anything were left in place, wandering for a while, and they dispersed with haggard expressions.

    With this level of food supply, in any case, the relief food will not be consumed so quickly.

    What's more, every household has grain reserves in winter, and the granaries in the city are full. Even if there is an earthquake, there will always be some left over. Are these all exhausted?

    Lotus remembered the girl who was crying and begging for food, pursed her lips, and remained silent.

    Eleuil looked down at the page full of numbers, and pondered: "Also, there are too many dead this time."

    The number of deaths that have been counted so far is the same as the earthquake of the same level recorded in the kingdom's history, but it has only been a few days now, and these numbers will continue to increase in the future.

    If it must be explained, it may also be because the winter is too cold and more people freeze to death, which will cause this abnormal contrast, but the princess’s intuition is not so simple.

     "The city lord probably stole most of the supplies, not only him, but the nobles who did not leave Desimon City after the earthquake happened. They are also insiders and participants."

    Luodus leaned over and stared at the Queen's handwriting on the page: "If that's the case, they don't cover it up well, as long as someone who is interested in it looks a little deeper, they will find clues."

      Doubtful?"

    The two looked at each other, the princess pinched a corner of the paper, her eyes froze.

    “…they’re not afraid because they’re not afraid.”

    The DiSimon City Lord, I am afraid that he is connected with some people brought by Romul, he is not afraid that the Acht visitor will find something strange, perhaps because they both know it well.

    Is this possible?

    Will the people sent by Horst allow the noble forces in the city to embezzle the money and materials he sent?

    The princess pressed her forehead. On the one hand, she felt absurd, on the other hand, she understood that she could not draw conclusions based on such clues.

     Further exploration is required.

    As for the prince who doesn't seem to know...

    Eleuil half-drooped her eyes, her expression slightly gloomy.

    Romul stopped her at the end of the previous negotiation.

    For her own consideration, Eleuil stopped and sat back by the bonfire again, wanting to hear what the man had to say.

    Having never thought about it, Romul opened his mouth with an apology.

    "I'm sorry, Eleuil." The crown prince looked earnest.

    Eleuil's expression remained unmoved: "I don't quite understand what my cousin said."

    Romul took a deep breath: "Father, in a fit of rage, he turned his anger against your mother on you, and made the decision to send you to Katiera... I'm sorry, I didn't It can change the father's decision."

    Eleuil was deeply ridiculous: "In a fit of rage? Is this what your uncle told you?"

    "My father didn't say it, but during that time, when he heard the name of the first queen, he would be furious. After all, he had a deep relationship with his uncle."

    Princess: "…"

     Horst is treating reality as a drama, acting every moment?

    Romul continued: "But in recent years, the father's mood has gradually calmed down, and he has always regretted the decree issued under the impulsiveness of that year, but he can't put it down. ."

    Eleuil is not salty or bland: "Really."

    Romul lowered his head and said a little lowly: "I understand that an apology is nothing, you must have suffered a lot in the remote border, and it is right to blame us, whether it is me or my father King, I will try my best to compensate you."

    "Is that what you mean?"

    Romul nodded and shook his head, hesitating to speak.

    The princess had a sneer on the corner of her mouth: "It's touching, cousin. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

    After she finished speaking, she turned and left, because she felt absurd, she didn't even bother to think about the possibility behind it that was worth analyzing.

    Looking back now, Romul's expression doesn't seem to be fake, this man seems to be convinced of the ins and outs of his father, and is too naive.

    If Romul wasn't acting...

    How could someone like Horst bring up such a silly and sweet person?

    Eleuil was puzzled, and in the end she could only guess that Horst really loved acting, and he did not forget to wear a mask in front of his own son.

    Not far away, the castanets of the patrol guards sounded the time, and three short and clear hits meant that it was three o'clock in the night.

    Luodus: "Go to sleep."

    Recharge your batteries, maybe tomorrow will be very busy.

    Eliu Elle suddenly forgot the Horst and his son, and packed up and prepared to rest. She all lay down, but saw Luodus still sitting on the side, unable to see what was about to happen. Signs of falling asleep.

    "Aren't you going to rest?"

    The gods don’t need sleep, Luodus said succinctly: “I’m here to guard.”

    "You don't have to—"

     Halfway through the sentence, she stopped suddenly, and the princess looked at the profile of the river goddess.

    The blue chalcedony-colored eyes looked straight ahead, her lips were pursed lightly, it seemed natural, but her straight and slightly stretched back revealed that she was not as cloudy as she appeared to be at this time. Light breeze.

    First, she went to the main room alone in the palace in the main city, and then she did not want to sleep together in the tent.

    Spotted? Don't want to face it? Or…

    Luodus noticed the thoughtful gaze of the princess, and did not know why the ear was slightly warm.

    "What are you thinking?"

    "..." Eleuil rolled over, closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyes, "It's nothing, good night, Luodus."

    ———

    The next day was sunny and cloudy.

    The sun in winter rarely brings warmth and shines on the earth warmly, but it cannot dispel the despair after the disaster.

    One night passed, and several people failed to survive, closing their eyes forever on the winter night.

    Most of them are frail old and young women and children, and some of the relatives of the deceased have no tears, but silently and numbly collect the corpse.

    The corpses of the unaccompanied were thrown into carts by impatient guards and dumped at will outside the camp, in the ruins of what was once a slum.

    The waitress Kurda got up very early, and as soon as the day dawned, she carried her usual medicine box and treated the civilians nearby.

    She treated the pus-like wound of a patient with a broken leg, saying: "You need to rest, or you may become disabled in the future."

    The wounded returned a wry smile: "Doctor, I also really want to rest, but if I don't go to work and help those adults repair their houses, we won't even be able to eat."

    "What is a lame leg compared to starving to death?"

    The waitress was silent, took out a piece of jerky from her pocket and handed it to the injured person.

    After reading more than a dozen injuries in a row, the waitress wiped her sweat, put away the medicine box, and saluted the princess who came here: "Your Highness."

    Eleuil: "How's it going?"

    "No, let's go on like this—" The waitress looked around and lowered her voice, "More people will die. Your Highness, I saw the food they served, and that little thing is even a child. I can't eat enough, I can barely maintain my life, the problem is it's so cold now..."

    Eleuil nodded and turned to the caravan master.

    “How about the supplies we brought?”

    The businessman restrained his usual fox-like smile and said solemnly: "Some of the clothes have been handed over to the officials of Desimon City, and all the food and medicine are still there. After you said it last night, I will look for it. An excuse to keep the rest in hand."

    Eleuil nodded: "Okay, it's not too late, let's make a rough estimate and distribute it to the victims today."

    The businessman was taken aback: "Your Highness, will this be a bit..." The progress is too fast?

    "We could take the time to investigate the situation, but the people here can't wait." The princess whispered, "You have to rely on your caravan for food processing and distribution, Mortis. They will be responsible for maintaining order, please."

    The businessman waved his hands again and again: "I don't dare, I promise to do it beautifully."

    Mortis stretched: "Maintaining order, I'm the best at this job, Lena, you'll be standing there in a moment—"

    Lena ignored him: "Your Highness, where are you going?"

    The princess pulled down her hood, hiding her bright and distinctive pure gold eyes under the brim.

    "I'm going to see DeSimon's granary."

    On the other side, although it was not yet time, there was already a long queue outside the food distribution point in charge of the Disimone officials.

    Luodus lowered his eyes in a spirit state, looking at the poor girl who fell into eternal sleep on the ground.

    The corpse was curled up in an inconspicuous corner, her lips were blue and purple, she probably wanted to stay here waiting for the bread and bean soup in the morning, but was unable to withstand the hunger and cold at night.

    A guard came over, yawning, and found the corpse. While muttering about why it was still here, he dragged his cool body in disgust, ready to throw it outside.

    "Too many dead this time..."

    The words of the princess are still in my ears.

    Luodus was thinking about whether to keep up, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the prince and his party.

    She paused and turned to look at them.

    It is not surprising that the person in charge of the disaster relief came to inspect the food distribution point. It is probably because of this that Romul appeared here.

    At this moment, several soldiers walked towards this side with bread baskets and soup buckets filled with bean soup.

    They didn't recognize Romul, they just looked at his expensive clothes and guessed which noble he was.

    Romul has probably never seen a scene of looting food in his life.

    The Crown Prince was taken aback by the appearance of the victims swarming forward, and only then did he pay attention to what these people got. He looked around and frowned.

    "Why only these things?"

    The author has something to say:

    Thanks for your concern, little cutie, I love you.

    Actually, I had a stomachache all night yesterday, and I don’t know how I fell asleep. The doctor said it was acute gastroenteritis, and also said it had nothing to do with the 800 meters, but it had to do with staying in the air-conditioned room after the run Eating watermelon and getting cold has nothing to do with it Orz

    However, after taking the medicine, it seems to be recovering very quickly. I took a day off to lie down, the pain is almost gone, and I should be able to jump again tomorrow.

    Short watermelon ptsd, remember the lesson qvq

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    Thanks to the little cutie for throwing mine, compare your heart!

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