Chapter 1141: Hound

Walking on a cobblestone path, Barbara suddenly turned back to look at Anya.

"What’s wrong, Saintess?" Anya, who was still astonished at Barbara’s display, suddenly felt her heart drop as if she had been seen through.

"Do you know… who those children are?" Barbara’s black eyes carried the traits of the natives, but that didn’t matter. It actually left Anya wanting to get closer to her.

"They should be the refugees and fleeing slaves from the north, right? It’s become common in the past few decades. Saintess Barbara taking them in is an act of kindness!" Anya naturally knew where these children had come from. Refugees and fleeing slaves who couldn’t stand the orcs’ harsh treatment were everywhere ever since chaos erupted in the north.

Unfortunately, even here they would not be guaranteed a better life. Freezing or starving to death was so common that there were mountains of skeletons at the sides of every road and in the plains.