Chapter 319: Chapter 319

At the same time, Xiaoyao's horse could be a bit faster, while they couldn't even maintain this speed anymore, because such an extreme state couldn't last long. Otherwise, the horses would be severely injured, and they would be at an even greater disadvantage then.

Now that they couldn't catch up anyway, there was no point in sacrificing their own horses. If that happened, it would truly fulfill the saying, "Trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead."

So they slowed down their horses' speed. Watching Xiaoyao travel farther and farther away, they simply gave up, slowing down even more until they were eventually caught up by the convoy behind them.

When the young gentleman saw these eight people, he was very excited, thinking they had successfully completed their mission and now he was just waiting to abuse that reckless kid.

But the result was that no matter how he looked, he couldn't find Xiaoyao who should have been captured. So he became confused and looked at those eight people with incomprehension.

"Young Master, we couldn't catch up to that kid." The eight could only say awkwardly.

"Couldn't catch up? Didn't you feed the horses properly? What useless trash, you can't even do this simple thing." The young gentleman immediately said. The first thing he thought of wasn't that his fast horses were inferior to others, but that his subordinates hadn't done their job well and hadn't even fed the horses properly.

Besides this, he really couldn't think of any other reason.

"Young Master, we did feed the horses. We fed them quite a bit at noon—these horses are all in optimal condition." The groom spoke up at this moment. Feeding the horses was his job, and if he was blamed for this, he would be in disaster.

"You still dare to argue. If you hadn't failed to feed the horses properly, how could we not catch up to him?" The young gentleman said angrily.

"This... maybe the other person's horse was faster." The groom said tremblingly. He didn't want to say it, but he had to.

Speaking might displease the young gentleman because this was questioning his fast horses and might anger him. But if he didn't speak, it would obviously definitely anger him. Anyone with a bit of judgment would choose to speak.

"You dare say such nonsense. I think you're tired of living." The young gentleman's face immediately darkened, making the groom's heart tremble. It seemed this time he was doomed. If he had known, he should have fooled around with that little Hong yesterday...

"Young Master, the groom is right. Our horses couldn't catch up to that kid's horse. His horse is definitely extraordinary." At this time, the few people who had chased Xiaoyao spoke up.

"What did you say?" The young gentleman was still displeased. To actually say his horses were inferior to others—you really don't want to live, do you?

"Young Master, our horses are the best in the Eastern European Kingdom, but it's still possible for a horse better than ours to appear. That kid might have just been lucky to obtain one." That person continued.

The young gentleman was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "What you say makes sense. That kid probably had shit luck and got a treasure horse. This treasure horse is wasted in his hands—I should help this treasure horse find a suitable master."

"Yes, Young Master is the most suitable master. Leaving it in that kid's hands would be a waste of precious things—it's truly an insult to that treasure horse." The subordinates began flattering the young gentleman.

"I didn't say this master was me. But now, since everyone is praising me so much, I'll reluctantly accept it." The young gentleman said very shamelessly.

"Yes, Young Master is reluctantly..."

A group of people began echoing the young gentleman, and the young gentleman felt very good about himself. At this moment, everyone thought Xiaoyao's horse no longer belonged to Xiaoyao but to this young gentleman.

At the same time, they didn't discuss where Xiaoyao would go, because they all knew this answer. Xiaoyao must be going to—

"Go to East Sea City and drag that kid out."

East Sea City was the only destination on this road—there wouldn't be any other branches. The Eastern European Kingdom wasn't a prosperous country. They had very few cities and a small population.

Although the Eastern European Kingdom was a coastal country, it was a place of poor mountains and bad waters. No one would spend money to build ports here—at most there were some small fishing ports. East Sea City was already the largest.

The scale of East Sea City, compared to a port city in neighboring countries, was only one-fifth their size—completely insignificant.

This situation also meant that the Eastern European Kingdom rarely had outsiders visit, which was perhaps why the young gentleman could continue being so arrogant. Originally, such places were far from the emperor's reach, and even a few mediocre families could dominate here.

Xiaoyao arrived at the gate of East Sea City. From the imposing manner of this gate, he could see that this East Sea City probably wasn't very large—it should just be a small city.

The gate wasn't large, and the walls weren't high. This was Xiaoyao's first impression. At the same time, the walls also looked somewhat old and hadn't been repaired. It seemed they had no intention of defending against anything.

Such a place had no defensive value at all. The walls were perhaps just for show.

Not to mention East Sea City—even the Eastern European Kingdom itself didn't have much value. No geographical value, no military value, no minerals. Except for some seafood, there was nothing.

In summary, this place was, in a certain sense, a completely worthless place.

However, because this place had no value, it had actually remained very stable all along. There was no disruption from wars and very few natural or man-made disasters. The people here had always had surplus.

At the same time, although the Eastern European Kingdom was poor mountains and bad waters, the scenery was still quite good. It was actually a nice place to live. Content orıginally comes from NoveI-Fire.ɴet

Because there was rarely any war disruption, some merchants still liked this place very much. There were quite a few rich people here. Gradually, these rich people became the real power faction controlling the Eastern European Kingdom. The young gentleman's family was among the elite of these.

Xiaoyao didn't know he had already offended a real power figure here—though he should add "the son of" to that.

If Xiaoyao knew, he would definitely make a decision, which would be—

In such a situation, if he offended them, so be it. If he could offend people just by walking on the road, there was nothing he could do about it. Let them come if they wanted to do something.

Xiaoyao directly eliminated the young gentleman from his mind, asked for directions, and walked straight toward the yamen. Small cities were convenient—he found it before long.

"What are you here for."

Before Xiaoyao could find someone to ask questions, someone directly addressed him with a very high and mighty attitude. From the clothing this person wore, Xiaoyao knew this person was from the government office.

A government person with this tone was very normal. Xiaoyao didn't find it strange at all.

"Sir, I came to look for relatives from the small mountain village. I saw the notice, and for what happens next, I think with your wisdom, sir, you can definitely guess." Xiaoyao said.

That person nodded very satisfactorily and said, "Naturally, I can naturally guess your purpose. You're here to find survivors from the small mountain village, right? Go to that plaza over there. There are some refugees there—that's them."

Xiaoyao could somewhat guess this result. He felt that with some government offices' usual style, it was impossible for them to shelter civilians in the yamen. Being able to clear out a place to establish a refugee camp was already quite good. As for whether they still cared about these refugees, that was very hard to say.

"Thank you for your guidance, sir." Xiaoyao also very politely thanked him, then headed toward the "refugee camp" in the direction the person pointed.

As soon as he arrived at that plaza, Xiaoyao could see from afar some people lying there in the open air without any shelter. This refugee camp didn't even have tents—this government office was truly inactive enough.

However, although the government was inactive, the common people extended helping hands. The people from the small mountain village had all been settled. Some had already started new lives, while others still had injuries and could only recuperate here. At the same time, a group of people stayed here to take care of them.

Some people's injuries seemed quite serious. Originally it wasn't much, but after such a long time without proper treatment, it had become serious.

The medical level in East Sea City wasn't very high. For such injuries, they could only do their best. Currently, there was a kind-hearted doctor trying his best.

This doctor was very kind—Xiaoyao could be certain of this. Because the environment here wasn't very good. Due to the refugees from the small mountain village and no government to organize the environment, the area nearby was a bit dirty and smelly.

In such an environment, if a doctor wasn't kind-hearted, how could he come here to treat people for free? Even paid doctors might not necessarily make house calls.

Moreover, this doctor seemed to be the only one here and appeared somewhat overwhelmed.

"Doctor Sun, my father is vomiting blood again."

When that doctor was still caring for one patient, another patient had problems, so the doctor quickly handled the current case and rushed over.

It was an old man about sixty years old with blood traces at the corner of his mouth, and he was very weak.

"It's hopeless. My medical skills are limited—I can't save him..."

After the doctor examined the situation and tried the methods he knew, he still couldn't stop the old man's condition. He could only give up. After all, his medical skills only went this far—he had the heart but not the ability.

"Doctor Sun, I beg you, please save my father. I'll kneel down to you." The old man's son knelt down excitedly. Perhaps he also understood that the doctor before him wasn't unwilling to save, but was truly powerless.

In the past few days, he had seen such situations several times. At that time, he had advised others not to beg Doctor Sun anymore—the man really had no way. If there were one, he would definitely save people.

Now it was his turn. He had already forgotten what he had said to persuade others. Even if he remembered, he would still kneel down and beg, because besides this, what else could he do?