Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

Not far from the gray-collar worker, a whole team of demon soldiers were eating and drinking.

There was no way. The human overlord was more enthusiastic than originally imagined. The food he sent was not only exquisite, but also impossible to finish.

As the leader of the team, Burken was directing several human slaves to build a camp while eating barbecue and sprinkling spices on it.

Thinking back to the servile appearance of those human nobles, Burken felt extremely satisfied.

Although it has been emphasized above that the so-called theory of human inferiority is a tactical necessity, in fact, many demons really believe in this theory.

Burken was originally only skeptical, but now he has become a staunch believer in the theory of human inferiority.

It's a pity that such a rich land is ruled by humans. It should be the more powerful demons who rule humans.

"Boss, don't we need to care about the scout team from before?"

A soldier, whose belly was bloated from eating so much, asked Burken lazily.

Burken looked down on them and said disdainfully, "What's the problem with letting those humans watch? Our team of twenty people is equivalent to twenty professionals on the human side. Those scouts may come to see what we like to eat so that the lord can prepare it well."

"Hahahaha, boss is right. I like eating foie gras. Let those scout teams come again later. I will tell them to let their lords prepare well."

"Champagne is good, and beef is even better."

As the soldiers continued to make a fuss, this team of demon soldiers sat on the ground as if they were on a picnic, discussing what to eat next.

In contrast, there was a deathly silence in the plague team.

Flora tore off a corner of her clothes and used it to bandage the festering wound of a refugee who was burning all over.

In order to prevent the spread of the plague and the curse, Flora didn't even dare to ask people to fetch water to wash the wounds, because everyone present was infected with serious plagues and curses. If these plagues and curses were spread, everything Flora insisted on would come to nothing.

The only thing to be thankful for is that because of the hospitality along the way, the demon soldiers did not force the refugees to actively spread the plague. In addition, these soldiers were led by Flora, allowing Flora to march all the way to the sparsely populated areas in the west, so no large-scale plague has occurred so far.

However, Flora felt that she was almost at her limit. Those demon soldiers had already noticed something was wrong, but they were just too lazy to mention it. Next, these demon soldiers would probably execute orders immediately and let all the nearby territories be infected with plague and curse.

After all, if these plagues and curses are not spread, the refugees who serve as carriers will probably not be able to hold on.

Flora wanted to wipe the sweat off her forehead, but as soon as she raised her hand, she noticed that the abscess on her forehead had broken. She had no choice but to wipe it again and again with her already dirty nun's uniform.

"Lady Saint, please take a rest."

A nun nearby couldn't bear to watch this anymore and tried to persuade Flora to take a break.

But Flora did not stop, but condensed a tiny bit of holy light in her hands, trying to dispel some of the curse.

"I am no longer a saint..."

Flora wanted to give up. After all, no matter how hard she tried, it would be impossible for these refugees and nuns to recover. Helping the refugees to survive was just aiding and abetting the evil. For those infected with the disease, death might be the best destination. Living was just becoming a carrier of plague and curse.

Flora had been thinking a lot these days, but in fact, what she was thinking about was ultimately one question: does the goddess really exist? Or is the goddess still alive? Why did those who prayed devoutly in the Cathedral of Our Lady of Rescue not receive any response?

As a quasi-saint, Flora knew more. The church had not announced a new oracle for a long time, and the goddess's responses to believers were becoming less and less, or even almost non-existent.

Flora's idea was more radical than Isa's. Either the goddess was dead, or she had abandoned the current church.

But it doesn’t matter anymore, the new ideas will die along with Flora’s heavy body.

The nuns sat together, as if waiting for the final judgment. Some of them even secretly prepared flints, intending to burn them all to death when the time came, ending the pain and preventing the spread of the plague.

In fact, Flora had already noticed that there were many pairs of eyes secretly watching the nuns and refugees from the beginning. They seemed to be scouts of nearby lords, but Flora no longer had any hope. Flora once fantasized that there were still lords in the North who had backbone and would send troops to destroy these demon soldiers of only twenty people in one breath, but the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

The attitudes of the lords along the way towards the demons were more humble than each other, and it was almost written on their faces that they were treated like dogs by the demons.

And even if there is a lord who really destroys these demons, there is no way to cure so many plagues and curses. Just as Flora had speculated before, even if all the holy water in the Vatican's stockpile was taken out, it might not be enough.

Unless the goddess performs another miracle.

On the other side, among the gray and white collar workers.

The scouts who went to investigate reported with red eyes the situation of the demon soldiers and the miserable conditions of the nuns and refugees who were rescuing the Cathedral of Our Lady.

Isa was trembling all over and couldn't utter a word.

Because the situation of the demons was not top secret, Caroline, whose position was rising rapidly, also sat next to Lila and listened to the scout's report.

Caroline completely forgot the anti-war slogans she had shouted in the capital. She knelt down and said, "My Lord, I am an excellent student of the Royal Academy and a third-level professional. I request to lead the troops into battle! I will save these people even if it costs my family name."

The knights under Reina also requested to fight. As knights of the Lars family, they did not care about the so-called Surd Treaty at all. After all, Grand Duke Lars, the lord of the North, did not sign the treaty at all. These treaties were indeed a piece of waste paper to them.

In fact, the moment he received the news, Lind was already prepared for the battle, because with Isa there, even if Lind did not fight, Isa would probably gather a group of her followers and rush over. The worst that could happen would be a meteorite falling from the sky.

Actually, everyone present had no confidence. It was a favor for Lind to fight, and it was his duty not to fight.

Linde found many reasons for this battle, such as he had to keep Isa, the son of luck, and prevent the Gray-collar from suffering from the plague. He also had to test whether the demons were really that scary, and to show off his muscles to warn those who had set their sights on the Gray-collar magic stone mine.

But in the end, Lind realized that he didn't need to think so much. Listening to the scout's report, he couldn't think rationally at all.

When Lind heard the scouts' description of the miserable conditions of the refugees, some gene left over from his previous life seemed to awaken, an innate hatred for the invaders.

Lind thought about it, perhaps when he heard what Jefferson said, he already had the answer in his mind as to whether or not to save the refugees.

"Attack! Lowry, you will be in charge of the main attack. Bring the latest grenades. All losses will be ignored, but we only hope to achieve success."

"Yes!"

Laurie immediately saluted with his blood boiling. Originally, Laurie was not a veteran soldier. He was just a passionate young man who was wasted by time and crushed by accumulated disappointments. But at this moment, Laurie seemed to feel that his past self was slowly awakening.

"Reina, bring all the Lars cavalry to hold the fort. Do not allow even a single demon to escape!"

"Okay brother! A demon has escaped, I'll bring his head to you!"

Reina and her knights were eager to try, and they didn't hear Lind add in a low voice: "That's not necessary."

"Isa, you and Caroline take some soldiers to protect those nuns and refugees. Don't let them be taken away by the demons, but don't force it. Take protective measures."

"I understand."

Isa acted very calm, but her bloodshot eyes made her look the craziest among everyone.

"Lila, mark out an open area and prepare to welcome our new member."

"As you wish."

Lila still lifted her skirt elegantly.

"Lisha, restart the potion production line. Judging from the current situation, the amount we estimated previously is still conservative. Let me and Lila assist you if necessary."

"I understand."

Lisha also stood up. This was the first time she felt her frail body boiling.

As orders were given one after another, the gray-and-white-collar workers made up of thousands of people, making a low and fierce roar.