Chapter 206 - 22: Salted Fish Port (3)
When Shelley saw Dean, her first words were, "Is that the Priest who likes to run away? He brought so many people, he’s not here to freeload off us, is he? That’s too much!"
Yes, Dean brought a lot of people, and they were all peasants, ragged peasants. Or rather, impoverished peasants. Even Dean himself dressed like a pauper.
His hair was messy, his face dirty, sporting a scruffy beard. His white robe had nearly turned gray, holding a crutch, barefoot. Instead of a Priest, he looked more like a beggar.
"Make way! Make way! Understand? These two tents are too close; how are others supposed to pass through? Whose stuff is this? Don’t pile it here, okay? It’s blocking the way!"
At the moment, he was loudly shouting, commanding a large crowd of peasants to set up camp on the outskirts of Salted Fish Port, preparing to stay there.
Countless peasants, carts, and various rudimentary hand-pulled carts loaded with all sorts of things, piled up like a mountain. It looked like they were fleeing for their lives.
Gray rode his horse, standing on the hill with Shelley and Yilin, watching from a distance.
"These people seem to listen to him." Yilin was dumbfounded, "What is he trying to do? I haven’t seen him for years, how did he end up like this?"
Gray whispered, "Maybe I should go ask him what exactly he’s planning."
"Then why don’t you go ask him?" asked the Black Cat.
"I’m afraid of scaring them. After all, no one likes Liches, right?"