Chapter Twenty-Six The Best News

  "This child's home and factory have both been completely destroyed."

  Reverting back into his half-human half-bear form, the Lycan Druid Master let out a sigh as he gently placed the unconscious Minotaur youth on the ground.

  "As long as he's still alive, that's enough." Malong tried to lift up the unconscious young man Ayster, but upon realizing his own strength was insufficient, he hastily turned around and shouted: "Who can come help me out?"

  Ma Long shouted, and instantly two sturdy young men from the orphanage construction team rushed over to hold up the unconscious Cow Head boy. Under Ma Long's command, they sent him all the way into the only long row of workshops inside the orphanage.

  At this time, the orphanage was almost overcrowded. If it weren't for Ma Long's prior planning and the organizational management of old Andrew and other retired soldiers, there might not even be any passageways left for people to come and go.

  But elsewhere it was crowded, yet in that long row of workshops there weren't too many people, at least - Little Fox Girl Aimi, Adela, Anvi, Musa-Mein and Luka's Druid companion giant wolverine Rukasu could still occupy a workshop alone.

  This world still doesn't emphasize equality for all, but rather there are many established rules that distinguish between superior and inferior.

  So even if they brought in Estelle, who was still unconscious, the shed could still accommodate everyone without feeling too crowded.

  "I'm terribly sorry, Marlon, old friend, but I'm absolutely hopeless with Restoration Druid spells."

  After helping to settle down the young Minotaur, Master Druid Lycan turned to Malon and showed an apologetic expression.

  The existence of various healing spells has made the medical standards in this otherworldly place fall between the extremes of surreal and medieval Europe - with priests and spellcasters who can heal, even if your head is severed and your heart explodes, you can still be revived; without them, it's better to just wait for death... As for cases like the cow-headed boy's coma, it's slightly more hopeful, at least he can hold on until he wakes up naturally.

  "Lao Kang, what's going on in the northwest part of the city?"

  Ma Long nodded, he had already gotten familiar with Lizard Druid Master, of course, he knew that Lizard Druid was more inclined towards melee warrior profession rather than spellcaster.

  "When I arrived in the northwest district, I saw that the enslaved Durene people had broken free from their shackles and were unleashing a violent resistance fueled by accumulated resentment against the overseers and slave factory owners. They set fire to the factories, picked up any tools they could use as weapons, and attacked all non-Durene outsiders who came into their sight. Their frenzied slaughter, looting, rape, and rioting was no different from the countless previous uprisings."

  "The plants told me that a false god Barto's priest was harming them, those ignorant Durelle slaves who worshiped the false god Barto born from nothing with the power of devout faith, trying to prove his divine power with riots and bloodshed. Fortunately, this false god Barto's priest was soon killed by a powerful spirit tribe mind mage..."

  "The plants tell me that there are many foolish demon-worshippers who, taking advantage of the turmoil, secretly do the same things as the enslaved Dureneans bewildered by the power of slaughter."

  Then I saw the Blue Storm garrison's battle-hardened national defense soldiers arriving in northwest district by hovercraft, merging with the anti-aircraft troops already stationed there, sweeping through one block after another with gunfire and bayonets. I think most of the Durellians... won't survive tonight.

  Master Druid, calmly stating what he saw, his tone was light as if those craziness and killings were things that had nothing to do with him, the eyewitness.

  These words revealed too much useful intelligence to Ma Long.

  That's right——

  I suppose Delft's crystal ball should also be able to see these things?

  In that case...

  In Ma Long's heart, an idea had already taken shape.

  "Are over 100,000 lives going to be extinguished in just one night?"

  After listening to the entire description of Master Lizard, Marlon showed a reluctant gaze. The White Sand City was said to have 3.6 million citizens, but this number did not actually include the over one million slaves in the Oshana district, because slaves... were not considered human.

  This crazy night will cause tens of thousands of lives to never see the dawn of tomorrow again... This is really cruel.

  At least, in the world of "Koriaza Conference War" where queuing up to be shot is a norm, Malong who had just died over thirty times in various ordinary or bizarre ways seemed to think that this night was really too cruel and bloody.

  "Perhaps." Lirien the Druid Master replied casually, for in the eyes of a druid, death is merely the beginning of new life. He quickly continued, "Malorne, my friend, what about the Book of El'goroth?"

  Malong hesitated for a moment before telling what happened after Lich Druid Master left, except for the transaction with Three-ring Spiritualist Delf.

  Look at Liruid, the Druid master, obviously wanting to go back to that T-junction and retrieve "The Book of Aili" with a killing intent. Malong hastily added: "Old Kang, you must not act rashly. In fact, I have already deciphered and translated the remaining content of The Book of Aili, it's just that I didn't want Old Kang to leave, so I...".

  At this time, Ma Long also didn't plan to continue hiding his true intentions: "Old Kang, I was wrong! As someone who has suddenly become wealthy like me, it's easiest to attract thieves and bandits. If some slightly skilled thief were to come, I would be in danger. But you, Old Kang, are a fearless Druid master who is not afraid of any small-time thieves."

  This remark is actually quite scholarly, because after Marlon frankly expressed his own intentions, he also subtly flattered Master Druid Lizard.

  But Ma Long still thinks that Lüdieruoyi Dashi, who has a very big temper, is mostly going to scold him until he's covered in blood.

  Looking at the embarrassed Malong, Master Lide Rui surprisingly didn't get angry, but only shook his head and said: "Malong my friend, do you know? This is the best news I've heard tonight."

  As soon as Master Liruid's words were finished, the door of the workshop where everyone was staying was pushed open from outside with a creaking sound, and then Old Saint Warrior hurried in.

  "Mr. Liszt, the refugees have basically all been settled in and there are patrols arranged around the perimeter of the wall, is there anything else to note?"

  The old holy warrior pushed open the door and walked straight up to Malong, saying as follows.

  "Let me think for a moment... Ah, everyone has traveled a long distance and has been frightened, so they must be thirsty by now. We need to assign some people to boil more water in large pots to quench their thirst. And then there's the issue of hygiene - we need to have everyone use the public toilets to avoid having feces all over the place..."

  The old saint warrior's inquiry drew Malong's attention easily, and he thought of many things to pay attention to after a little thought.

  It's still that problem, these nearly 20,000 refugees who followed and want to be properly settled temporarily, it's really not a simple issue!

  After great difficulty, he had finally managed to tell the old holy warrior all the things he could think of that needed attention. Ma Long's face was also filled with exhaustion.

  One thing after another, time flies so fast, and before I knew it, it was already late at night.

  Ma Long, in his current body, is still a fourteen or fifteen year old boy who isn't good at staying up late. Moreover, the backlash from forcibly using his spiritual energy before has not completely dissipated yet...

  Turning around, with eyes that were almost impossible to open, he looked at the cow-headed boy whose wounds had already been bandaged by Adela and was still unconscious. After hesitating for a moment, Malon turned to Bernard, the old holy warrior, and Lycoris, the druid master, and said:

  "Alright, Uncle Bernard, Carnegie Saint Warrior, I really can't hold on any longer and need to take a nap. Please take care of the night watch for me! Marlon bowed deeply to the three of them before continuing: "If anything big happens, please wake me up right away!"

  "Sleep, sleep! You little ones just get a good rest, the next thing will be taken care of by us adults! The sky held up by the gods of Maine's divine country won't fall!"

  Sheriff Bernard slapped his holstered pistol at his waist.