Vanessa shot without hesitation, which immediately awakened the civilians. This was not a rich lady with a lot of love, but a devil who killed people without blinking.

With her shooting, the order of the scene quickly returned to normal. If you ignore the headshot corpse on the ground and just look at the civilians' actions of pushing each other, it really means "respect the old, and the old of others, and the young of others."

"Can you deal with the corpse?" She asked the two guards, and saw the civilians staring at the corpses on the ground with their eyes shining. She was really afraid that something would be unbearable.

She had no psychological barriers to digging a hole and burying the body, but it did not meet her personality in public. At this time, the semi-official organization Sentinel Ridge needed to deal with it.

The guard didn't know if she understood what she meant, and one of the older ones nodded vigorously: "Please leave it to us for treatment."

It was to deal with the corpse and to maintain order, and soon he called three more companions.

The guards thought she was a lady from a wealthy family, so they didn't dare to neglect her, and the efforts to maintain order were even greater.

Vanessa brought less than 70 people to eat. She was a carriage, not a truck with a cold storage, and the cargo capacity was limited. The children ate two bites by one and ate all the food on the carriage.

Seeing that there was no food, the crowd quickly dispersed again, lying in groups of three or three in the tent, under the stone, trying to counteract hunger by sleep.

It was very pitiful, but they left after dinner? Is it still a procedure? Vanessa looked at the guards with a strange expression.

The older guard was still talking to her: "The money will be paid by our Sentinel Ridge. Please rest assured that we are all soldiers with honor. This is our home. We will not do anything to shame ourselves."

After hearing this, Vanessa nodded. She still recognized the simplicity of human beings in this era. If her meal was eaten by goblins, even if she traveled through time and ran until the beginning of the goblins, she would probably not have the money for this meal. Relatively speaking, the reputation of human beings would be much better.

After wandering around the entire camp in Sentinel Ridge for two rounds, the self-proclaimed sheriff indirectly killed the old knight of Dafan. Grian Storman came to apologize to her.

Sentinel Ridge is too poor and can't pay the bill now. I hope she will be given two days of grace.

She carefully observed the old knight's movements and ranks, and now she is well-informed. Vanessa can probably estimate the other party's level.

The old knight in front of him is not very strong, just like her, he is at the mid-level level.

It’s hard to say who wins and loses in a specific battle. After participating in so many battles, they will definitely have two tricks to survive until today.

The battlefield is the best teacher, and the other party must be more experienced than her in terms of combat experience. However, in order to establish a militia organization and give civilians a place to live, the old knight sold his equipment. At this time, he was only wearing a worn-out plate armor and carrying a two-handed sword of ordinary material. The equipment was undoubtedly several levels worse than Vanessa.

"I am Grian Storman, the sheriff of Sentinel Ridge. Thank you very much for your help. What do you call it?" The old knight's beard turned white, his face was full of vicissitudes, and the years left many traces on him.

This honor, if you remove the armor and don't need to put on makeup, you can go out to the streets to get into trouble when you throw it into Vanessa's previous life.

Unlike those famous paladins who can reach the moon in the sky and catch turtles in the five oceans, he is just an ordinary member among those slingers. After so many wars, he has not been killed by the undead army and the Burning Legion. It is definitely the result of the blessing of the Holy Light.

The hidden nature of the thief made him unable to see Vanessa's origin, nor did he see her rank.

He just treated her as a passing rich child.

Since you are passing by, you always have to report your surname to let us know who the creditor is.

What name should I call myself? Now I am afraid that the old knight will fight with her with the title of Guru Guru. Change the surname, Vanessa, Niuhulu? The famous Niuhulu only remembers that Heshen, a corrupt official, had an idea. She called a pseudonym and did not say her last name.

"Hope, just call me Hope."

The old knight thought she was a nobleman, and he didn't want to involve the family without talking about her surname, so he didn't care.

"Is hope right? Good name, the Western Wilderness lacks hope now." His vocal cords seemed to have suffered some injuries and his voice was a little hoarse.

Vanessa casually made up another mage's name, saying that she was a young apprentice who left the mage kingdom Dalaran and traveled abroad. She had a surname and a profession, so her identity and origin were more reliable.

Modern people make up lies as simple as drinking water, and she has no moral discomfort.

The old knight thought something and nodded slightly as if he had understood it.

Information circulation is extremely poor these days, and many civilians in Stormwind City don’t even know what the king is called. The old knight is stronger than those civilians, but it is limited. Master Dalaran is too far away from his circle. That is really famous and unknown, and he has not seen through Vanessa’s lies at all.

"If that is possible, can the debt be paid at the end of the month? I will ask Stormwind City to provide me with some support, and the materials will arrive at the end of the month, and you can pay off the part of your debt first."

It was originally intended to win people's hearts. Vanessa didn't care about the loss of food and meat, and what she wanted was not money.

She threw a question to the old knight: "Why don't you take the civilians to reclaim some land? If you need it, I can help transport a batch of seeds."

There are land and people, but why not farm to support herself? She was confused about this question and would not be able to implement her next plan without figuring it out.

It seems that it is not the first time that the old knight sighs leisurely: "Those lands have their own masters. Even if they have left, the law is still protecting their ownership. I am just a sheriff of a militia organization, not a judge, and have no right to deprive the ownership of the land granted by the law and the state."

His words were a little confused. Vanessa lowered her head and thought for a while, and then used her dialectical materialist thought to verify it.

The truth is surprising. There is a landlord class in this place that is so poor that it has begun to eat soil! Even though these landlords have already escaped, the old knight is still strictly enforcing the laws of the country. He still recognizes that the land belongs to the original owner. Since the land has a master, he naturally cannot take civilians to plant it, because this is an illegal thing!

Vanessa was stunned. She had a little bit of understanding about the situation in the western wilderness in her previous life, and now she understands it.

Dafan and Vanessa, the predecessor, should not have carried all the sins. The old knight also has a big and small "credit" in it.
Chapter completed!