133, Recruiting refugees, preparing to leave the territory_1

To the east of Aphi Village, a thin horse pulled an old, worn-out caravan along a forest path.

"Daddy, I'm so hungry!" A soft voice of a little girl came from inside the caravan.

"Just a bit further, Kathy." Outside the caravan, a robust middle-aged man comforted her while patting the door, "According to the notice in the city, the territory recruiting refugees is not far ahead. Maybe we can get some food when we get there."

Upon hearing this father-daughter conversation, an old man holding a hammer, walking behind the caravan, sighed: "Alas! I hope there won't be any mishaps this time. We used to have more than thirty people. Now only twelve are left. We can't afford to lose any more!"

"Indeed! Let's pray that the princess graces us with a safe journey!" The robust man shut his eyes and prayed devoutly.

But at that moment, he suddenly smelled a strong aroma.

Upon identification, it was the aroma of meat soup!

"Am I hallucinating out of hunger?" He was in disbelief.