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Chapter 143 Refugees
"It's over... We're finished."

An officer slumped in his seat, his expression full of despair.

"Damn it, we should retreat now and leave here, otherwise we will be surrounded!" Another one seemed to be frightened and said in panic.

"You want to be a deserter?! We have nowhere to retreat. Once the Graystone Fortress falls, those monsters will eat up at least half of our territory.

Several territories will be swallowed up, and then we will all be sinners!" Another officer roared, slamming the table.

At this time, the meeting in the tent was in chaos.

"Quiet!"

A sudden roar was heard.

Everyone looked at Prince Anstar who was sitting in the main seat, and he was frowning.

"Everyone, sit down. You are all officers. If you all mess up, it will be the end.

Just be quiet and think carefully about the situation."

As he finished speaking, the officers who had been arguing just now silently sat back in their original seats.

Anstar looked at the bishop next to him and the saint next to him. These two represented the Church of Holy Light.

“Although it may sound a bit mean to say this, this matter should be handed over to your church, right?
You've also heard the intelligence they brought: it was a group of cultists who captured the city. Dealing with cultists shouldn't be against the rules, right?"

Anstar said silently that they really did not have too many available troops to recapture the city of Vitra.

The bishop looked at him and nodded silently.

"We will send out the knights of the church to eliminate those heretics."

At this time, the saint spoke.

"How about I lead the team to resolve this matter? Your Excellency the Bishop will stay here to assist the Prince. I think it would be best to gradually evacuate the civilians and refugees in this rear area."

Her words were very blunt, almost telling them that the fortress was almost undefendable.

It would be better to evacuate some civilians now.

"Impossible." An officer said bluntly.

“You should know that the people gathered here are not only the people of the prince’s territory, but also the refugees who fled from the Kingdom of Safuro.

If these refugees were allowed to flood into the cities behind, it would be a disaster."

It would be fine if the people of their own country retreated, but if the refugees were allowed to retreat as well, the large number of refugees that would accumulate would place a heavy burden on the country.

And now it is the cultists who are causing trouble. A large number of homeless refugees will lead to the emergence of a large number of cultists, which will be a bunch of bombs.

"What do you mean? Do you want them to be cannon fodder?" Anita, who had been standing behind the saint, immediately frowned and asked when she heard this.

“I didn’t say that, but we can’t let them keep pouring in.

The prince's territory itself does not have many people, so letting them stay here temporarily is already a helpless move.

If they were allowed to roam freely within the country, with those monsters constantly attacking from the front, the Kingdom of Cohen would be in real danger of falling."

Although what the officer said was very heartless, his words were very correct.

These refugees from the Kingdom of Safro are indeed a destabilizing factor.

If it is for the safety of their own country, the best way is to block these refugees as much as possible or even clear them out.

And at this moment, it is natural to let them fend for themselves.

Let it fall along with the fortress and the surrounding princely territories.

In response to his words, the surrounding officers, including Prince Anstar who was sitting in the main seat, remained silent.

It was obvious that they had been thinking this way from the beginning.

The bishop remained silent.

He was old enough to have anticipated these things from the beginning.

refugee.

With this identity, one has to live with dignity no matter where he is.

Not to mention, in a sense, they are refugees from an enemy country.

Although this statement is far-fetched, for those who have gone crazy and whose loved ones have been killed and countless comrades have been killed by the enemy in battle, having such a small connection is enough for them to vent their anger on these weaker people.

The saint looked grim, but she also knew that they could not stop it in this regard.

Only Anita and other paladins gritted their teeth.

Richard lowered his face gloomily. These people were talking about refugees, those abandoned people.

They were once citizens of their country.

But those who betrayed the country... were the middle and upper class aristocratic lords, and even the royal family.

The Earl's brows were knitted together, but he couldn't say anything irrational.

Because he had no other options at the moment, but he was trying to hope that there was some way to stop it.

"If we allow these refugees and residents to remain here and sacrifice themselves, they will become a sharp blade piercing the Kingdom of Cohen."

Popot suddenly said.

The crisp voice with a hint of sharpness made everyone look at her.

“Our leader is Kana, the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Safro. Some of you may know him, while some may not.

He knows these vampires better than anyone else."

As she spoke, she raised a finger and emphasized, "A year ago, we were still in the Earldom on the border of Savro.

Kana and the Earl shared the same vision: to keep civilians away from the battlefield as much as possible. Even then, the Earl was organizing his troops to find a way to transport the refugees to safety.

"Little mouse, what do you want to say?" an officer said impatiently.

Now is not the time to listen to stories.

“Don’t call me a little mouse.” Bobot corrected him, but did not continue to pester him. Instead, he continued, “Because our leader, Kana, knows clearly that all captured refugees will be transformed into vampires and become a new force.

There are so many refugees here. Once they fall into the hands of the vampires, they will become a large number of reinforcements for the vampire army."

"Are you kidding me?! How could such a thing be possible? Those civilians could become vampires and soldiers just by randomly transforming.

If it were that simple, Graystone Fortress would have fallen long ago, and we wouldn't have been able to hold it for so long."

The officer roared, feeling that the other side was treating his men like fools.

The so-called purpose is nothing more than to let the refugees survive at the expense of the interests of their kingdom.

After all, the people speaking in front of him were once from the same country as those refugees.

"Yeah, they could have broken through the Graystone Fortress long ago, so why were you able to hold on for so long?"

Popot said this coldly and mercilessly.

"What did you say?! You damn rat!"

The officer's eyes were bloodshot and he looked extremely angry. If it weren't for the conference room where all the weapons were placed outside, he might have drawn his sword and was about to chop at Popot.

Blake looked at them and suddenly asked seriously, "Can't you see? The enemy can clearly break through the Graystone Fortress in one fell swoop. Why are they stalling here with you and slowly increasing the pressure?
You know very well, because you know that the Graystone Fortress is very important, so you have to keep sending troops to defend it.

You want to defend this fortress at all costs, but the enemy's strength is constantly increasing, leaving you with no chance of breathing.

You are being pressed down so hard that you don't even have time to think, but you should be very clear that the fall of the fortress is only a matter of time.

What they want is to annihilate enough of your forces at once, and then take over large tracts of the Kingdom of Cohen without hindrance."

"you!"

"Enough!" Anstar yelled.

Make the roaring officer shut up.

His eyes fell on Blake and the others. "Even if you say so, it's meaningless. We can't let these refugees enter the cities and territories behind us.

They can only fall here along with the fortress. As for the enemy's plan, it is naturally clear, but we have no choice."

This statement is not false. They certainly know that the enemy wants them to gather more troops here.

But so what?
Are we not going to defend this fortress?

Impossible. This is the easiest place to stop the enemy's troops. If even this place falls, the future will only be more ugly.

And their main task is not to hold on completely, but to delay time.

Delay until the threat of the vampires is known to more forces and races, or at least until the Church of Holy Light can take action.

If they had given up early on, the Kingdom of Cohen might have been destroyed, warning the surrounding countries of the horror of the vampires.

The longer they hold out, the more likely the kingdom will survive.

Of course, this is important information that only a true leader at Prince Anstar's level can know.

If these refugees were allowed to flood into the country, it would become a destabilizing factor for the Kingdom of Cohen, especially in this already critical situation.

However, faced with the problem of Prince Astar.

Blake and Popot both looked at the Earl.

It should be almost done.

Blake turned around and met the eyes of his father, Richard. Before his father could understand what he meant, Blake spoke directly to the earl.

"My Lord Earl, I have a message from His Highness Kana."

"A message from Kana?" The count looked up.

The previous series of actions had left an impression on Cana in the minds of Count Eichard and others.

That requires a certain amount of foresight and a sufficiently strategic vision.

"Yes."

After saying that, Blake looked at Popot.

Popot nodded.

He said, "Your Highness said: Uncle, at this moment, do you think revenge is more important, or the lives that need your help?

Aren't most of those refugees once residents of the earldom? They trust you, and you have enough prestige among them.

How about pausing your revenge for a moment? Take those refugees into the wilderness, just like we did before.

Believe me, the Blood Court will be destroyed, and their sins will be reduced to ashes in the near future."

Popot finished speaking.

The Earl widened his eyes, clasped his hands together tightly, and fell into deep thought.

Compared to the Earl.

The others present frowned.

So weird.

This passage was so strange, as if the fourth prince named Kana was present at the meeting.

Based on the situation of the meeting at that time, this piece of persuasion was made.

Rather than believing that this message had been prepared long ago, they would rather believe that this was something the mouse had made up on the spot.

The Saint, the Bishop, and Prince Anstar.

They all looked at the mouse, then at the Count and Richard.

During this period of time, they witnessed with their own eyes how these two people wreaked havoc on the battlefield.

That posture of frantically clearing out and annihilating the enemy on the battlefield, without any sense of fatigue or exhaustion.

That posture even made him feel a little scared.

That is why these two people were able to participate in the meeting with hundreds of troops and have a certain say.

But look at the expressions of these two people.

In other words, from the very beginning, these two people did not think that Popot's message was false or made up.

They believed it without a doubt and were certain that the message was from His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince.

The saint silently turned her head and looked at Anita behind her.

Facing the saint's inquiring gaze, Anita nodded slightly.

The meaning is self-evident.

Obviously, the only person on their side who had contact with His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince also believed that this message was true.

At this time, the count spoke.

"But, Night's Watch, there's no reason to eliminate the vampires, right? You have more important things to do."

Compared to the vampires, the evil god who endangers the entire world and makes all intelligent life sick is more worthy of targeting.

"My Lord Earl, please trust His Highness."

Hearing this, Eichard also stood up: "My lord, your highness is trustworthy, isn't he?"

As soon as these words came out, the count raised his head.

"Yes, in that case, he will come in person in a few days, right?"

Blake nodded.

"Okay, I'll do whatever he wants."

After saying this, the Earl turned to look at the Prince, lowered his head, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I may have more important things to do now."

The prince nodded. If the refugee problem could be solved peacefully, the loss of these combat forces would be worth it.

The count stood up and left the tent with Echard.

But Blake and his companions did not leave.

Instead, he looked in the direction of the Saint and said, "Can you take us with you when you go to Vitra City to deal with those cultists?

We vow to eliminate all intruders from beyond our world, including those cultists."

"Aren't you going to help the count?" the bishop asked them with a little confusion.

At this time, it is more important to help the Earl solve the refugee problem that used to be in the same country as them, right?
Blake shook his head. "Our orders were to go to Vitra City and eliminate the cultists there, or to provide assistance and hold out until His Highness arrives."

The bishop turned to look at the saint. Since the task had already been handed over to the saint, he naturally would not interfere anymore.

Moreover, although the saint respectfully called him bishop, he could not really put on airs in front of the saint. He knew in his heart who had a higher and lower status.

"You should know that fighting against cultists is very dangerous. They can easily corrupt fragile wills. They are insidious, cunning, and extremely cruel."

"Of course, don't worry, we have fought against those cultists more than once. We already have some experience in this area."

The Saint nodded and stood up: "In that case, I welcome your assistance here."

After all, the cultists have captured a city. Being able to capture this city means that another seaport has also been captured.

To be honest, giving them the remaining troops they currently have would not necessarily guarantee success.

It would certainly be nice to have more help at this time.

"In that case, we will also send two guards and a knight team. Sorry, this is the maximum military force we can provide right now."

Prince Anstar said this, his voice still steady and rational.

……

Passage in the Gray Mountains.

This is the road built by the dwarves when they were communicating and trading with the Kingdom of Cohen. At this moment, a team is going straight on this road.

Looking closely, it was Kana and the others.

"Your Highness, will the words you asked Blake and the others to convey to the Earl work?" Alice asked beside Kana while riding on a Chocobo.

Kana nodded.

"It'll be useful."

He gave Popot not just one message, but three.

Let Popot choose one to tell based on the situation at the time.

They were either when the cultists began to attack the city of Vitra, or when the news had not yet been received.

The chaos has begun, and the front may become extremely tense at any time.

And they were completely too late when the Cohen Kingdom's troops began to flee.

The main purpose is to find a way to rescue more refugees and let them go to the eastern wilderness.

Khanna already has enough puzzle pieces in hand.

(End of this chapter)