Chapter 450 New Autumn
"From now on, you must look at our faces clearly. If we leave, you must follow us. Keep an eye on the badges around your necks. No one else can take care of you except us six. Do you understand?"

Boritz stood on the wooden piles of the dock, and without any regard for the risk of falling, he shouted loudly at the refugees from Rapid City in front of him.

Behind him were the other five guiding clerks from the city hall. Each of the six of them was responsible for 40 households, which meant that each of them was responsible for guiding 200 people.

"I understand." Sharette, who was mixed in with the crowd, answered sparsely along with the thousand or so people present.

As one of the first refugees to land on Qiumu Island, Sharet's heart was of course filled with fear, especially in the village at the bridgehead of Xinsheng Bridge.

When he saw a group of beastmen running towards him carrying a three-headed statue of the evil god, he was almost scared and turned around and ran away.

You know, they are beastmen who are famous for their brutality and chaos.

Thinking back on it now, Sharette still feels a little scared.

For some reason, he always felt that one of the three evil gods looked unusually familiar.

The fear was slightly relieved when I walked across the Xinsheng Bridge and got off the pier.

During this period, in order to transport food and raw materials, Witte, as interim mayor, reinforced the original dock area, extended the plank road, and cleared the weeds from the floor tiles.

In the sawmill not far away, you can see groups of beastmen carrying saws, stepping on pedals, and cutting logs into the desired shapes.

Sharette was still looking at the sawmill, while Boritz jumped off the stake and checked around. Another person gave a speech: "You are all registered and quarantined in Jeanne d'Arc. On behalf of the nameless town of Autumn Island, I welcome you..."

"Sharet." Aslai, his old neighbor, secretly elbowed Sharet in the ribs. "That's it? Is this the capital of the Papal State of Savior? It doesn't even have a name?"

Just as Sharette was about to reply, Boritz rushed over with a stern face: "You talk too much. Didn't I tell you not to chat during a lecture?"

"Hey, there's no reason to stop people from talking..."

Sharet immediately went to pull Asrai's arm. He knew that this guy was a troublemaker and refused to obey orders. Otherwise, with his skills, he would not have been forced to move away after his old boss died.

"Rules are rules!"

"Why? The Papal States itself said freedom, so what's wrong with me wanting freedom?"

Boritz looked him up and down. "What's your name?"

"Grandpa, my name is Aslai!"

"Guards, drag him away. He failed the quarantine. Go to the isolation room for observation for seven days." Boritz drew a big cross on the cardboard with the feather pen in his hand. He whistled and two beastman guards came over here.

"Why, you fat pig, who do you think you are? You are just a dog under the command of Saint Sun... mmmm..."

Having his neck strangled by several burly beastman guards, Asrai was forcibly dragged out of the team and walked towards a group of dark houses in the ruins.

"Don't be afraid." Boritz patted Sharette's stiff shoulder with a smile, "Respect is mutual. If you follow the rules, I welcome you."

Only when he saw Boritz walking away did Sharet breathe a sigh of relief. It was obvious that among the six guiding clerks, Boritz was the one with the highest status.

After a few other troublemakers were singled out and punished, the remaining people became much more obedient, and soon, the more than a thousand refugees were divided into teams.

Sharet was lucky. He was one of the first refugees to leave the checkpoint and head towards the small town on the island.

After walking out of the checkpoint composed of crossbars and chevaux de frise, Sharette was stunned. He thought the town on the island would be desolate, but this pier did not look shabby at all.

In front of me is a dock square that is about 100 meters long and 20 meters wide. There are several newly built wooden warehouses on the side of the square. There are ordinary people and beastmen coming and going on the street.

Looking over the shoulder of the beastman carrying dried fish, Sharette saw a T-shaped road on the other side of the square. On both sides of the road, there were more than a dozen beastman houses, four or five shops, and both hotels and taverns.

There was even a shop with signs that said tailor, grocer, barber, herbalist and blacksmith, which left Sharette confused.

"Follow up, don't fall behind. Children and the elderly, get on the carriage, first come, first served, no fighting." Boritz walked back and forth in front of the team, and when he saw that everyone was together, he shouted with satisfaction, "Let's go."

To Sharrett's surprise, the road to the town was much easier than he had imagined.

The Xinsheng Bridge just collapsed, but the several kilometers long road in front of us is a good road paved with tiles.

Remembering that this was once Gu'el's military camp city, Sharet couldn't help but feel relieved. Gu'el's technology was unrivaled in the world.

On both sides of the road, the puddles and small wetlands that once existed are gone, replaced by fields of flax.

Flax is a crop that likes moisture and acidic soil, so it is a suitable crop for this island with an overall acidic soil.

Moreover, flax seeds can be used to extract oil, and flax stems can be used to make clothes. There happen to be many textile workshops on the island today that use flax to weave cloth.

"See those flax fields?" Boritz stood on one side of the marching team and said with emotion, "These are the fields of the war monks. When we were on Autumn Dusk Island, His Majesty could only pay half of their salary, so he used the land to pay them.

Each of the first batch of war monks who joined the army was allocated dozens of acres of land, not to mention the first batch of farmers who came to the island, each of them had hundreds of acres of land.

...Forget about it. Mayor Witte has banned the opening of land around the city. If you want to buy land, you can only buy land in the south and develop it yourself."

Walking past the ruins of the Broken-Gate Church surrounded by forests, it seemed to be covered with a thin mist of light and shadow under the sunlight.

Several butterflies and bees were dancing in an intertwined manner, collecting honey from the cracks in the wall and from the flowers that grew on the vines.

Unlike the nervousness before going to the island, Sharette felt much better when he saw the vibrant scene where everything was competing with each other.

The island in the middle of the lake was not as desolate as he had imagined, and his gamble was not a wrong one.

"Okay, now look to your right." Hearing Boritz's words, Sharet looked to the right.

On the hillside, a palace garden surrounded by towering walls appeared before our eyes. A spire extended from behind the wall, and the brass spire seemed to touch the sky.

"That's the Mechanical Palace, the palace of the Pope and the Saint. There are guards nearby. Don't cause trouble for yourself. Do you hear me?"

Sharette nodded hurriedly. Of course he couldn't go to a place like this where big shots kept their mistresses and gathered many beautiful women. This was common sense.

Walking on the herringbone-patterned ground, to the west of the Mechanical Palace, there is a gurgling stream.

The river channel is surrounded by shrubs and bald cypress. Under the scorching sun, with the swaying waves, it looks like a flowing corridor.

Sharet glanced at the sign by the river. On it was written some strange, simple but understandable words: Para River.

The river water was so clear that it seemed to reflect the entire sky.

Fish and birds chase each other in the treetops, and the colorful pebbles seem like black stars in the daytime, inlaid in the blue sky washed by clear water.

"What are you looking at? Follow the team." Boritz shouted to Sharet who was at the end.

"Here we go." Holding his soft felt hat, Sharette trotted all the way to the arched wooden bridge. Behind the bald cypress was their final destination.

(End of this chapter)