One hundred villages, with only one hundred people in each. Those living in the villages had to bear the next generation at fifteen or sixteen, then leave the village at twenty-five under the Envoy's witness and be crushed flat by the Giants outside. That was life in this Lostbelt.
As Gerda calmly described all this, Shen Fei had no idea what to say. Mash and Ritsuka beside him were even more furious. If this had been the first Lostbelt they encountered, they probably would not have struggled so much over whether to prune it.
As far as humanity's potential for development was concerned, the Russian Lostbelt still had room to progress. This Norse Lostbelt had none whatsoever.
"Let's leave it at that for now. We'll talk again later if anything comes up." Once Da Vinci realized there was no further information to gather, she immediately cut off the communication.
"I'll go make dinner first."
After the image disappeared, Mash and Ritsuka remained silent. Gerda did not sense anything wrong and simply raised the fish in her hand with a smile.
"Miss Gerda, I'll help you." Mash immediately went over to lend a hand. Since she often made snacks and pastries for Ritsuka, her cooking was quite good.
"That won't be necessary, Envoy." Gerda refused, but Mash still went into the kitchen with her.
"Don't worry. With me here, the outcome will definitely be different this time." Shen Fei comforted the dejected Ritsuka, then fell into thought. He had originally assumed this Lostbelt would be like the previous one, with at least hundreds of thousands or even millions of people. He had never expected there to be only ten thousand. That number was not beyond his ability to save.
If they were ten thousand Yaga, then it would definitely be impossible.