Migration / Rural Healthcare

How did the fire start?

How would we know now?

When the soldiers arrived at the scene, they found that a petite woman named Zalak was in charge of the disaster relief efforts.

The fire was raging, and soldiers in fireproof suits were controlling the water hoses in an attempt to contain it. Where the fire had subsided slightly, ladders were set up, and people had already evacuated from there.

She spoke rapidly, "I am very grateful for your quick arrival. Our target floor is high up, the situation is complex, there are many flammable materials, and the fire-fighting equipment is insufficient. We need to take multiple measures to ensure survival as much as possible!"

In the darkness, the raging fire was exceptionally conspicuous, and the soldiers only stopped pressing the frozen air when the sky began to lighten.

"Is it over?" Misha, swaying slightly.

A child, his body blackened by smoke, clutched Misha's body and cried out, "Someone on Rhodes Island has collapsed! Come help!"

A grand and imposing procession.

Chapter 277 Migration

The steel behemoth showed no fear, resolutely heading towards the dim sunset and crimson afterglow.

But the hurricane that whipped up sand and dust also carried moisture.

During the journey, several small doors next to the leeward gate opened.

On the off-road motorcycles, the Catastrophe Messenger are confirming their targets.

"Are only the mobile towns along the shipping route the ones that need to be notified?" Provence's large tail swayed and curved into a question mark.

For various reasons, in Terra, the technology of building moving plots is as common as cycling or swimming.

Once mastered, it is extremely simple; but if not mastered, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Beneath the highly developed Mobile City of various countries lie all sorts of mobile towns, and even various mobile platforms. Just as Gnosis recently remarked, the Rhodes Island flagship itself is actually a rather enormous "mobile platform."

Along the trajectory of the Mobile City patrols, various small mobile towns—most of them smaller than Rhodes Island —are active. They often time their meetings with larger cities precisely, quickly engaging in various activities, including trade.

Provence scratched his head. "I remember there should be a few villages around here!"

"Oh my? Is that so?" Tsukino exclaimed in surprise, "There are still people living on such a land?"

If waterways are the fertile fields of civilization, then beyond them lies "badlands" far removed from the civilized world. Land suitable for cultivation and grazing was either relocated to Mobile City long ago, or its boundaries were defined by their cruising routes...

Villages far from waterways often have extremely poor agricultural and pastoral conditions.

Provence took out his terminal and tried to contact Oute.

She added casually, "In regions with such abnormal climates, it's indeed unlikely that mobile towns Mobile City will visit, making it quite difficult to exchange goods and resources."

"But the noble lords and their tax collectors come in small numbers!"

Tsukino seemed to be deep in thought when she said, "Oppressive government is more ferocious than a tiger."

"... Was that Yan language just now? Aren't you from East Country?"

Before Tsukino could answer, Provence's terminal lit up:

"This is Oute Provence. Your judgment is correct; there are villages nearby as well."

Oute replied, "But those villages have disappeared from official records. Based on publicly available trade data from nearby cities, and the flow of essential goods and construction materials, I can give a clear answer: they are still in the area, but they have voluntarily moved away from their original locations."

Since the ship left Lungmen and Chernobog, Oute has been diligently and selflessly doing good deeds.

He proactively planned and dispatched Rhodes Island's Catastrophe Messenger to conduct early warning or data collection work in a series of cities, towns, and villages along the route. After a long period of "fishing," Oute finally found a suitable entry point.

"Taking into account various factors, these villages proactively severed ties with the local nobles of Leithanien, thus breaking free from their rule. They may be far from their original sites, but it's highly likely they remain within the impact range of the Catastrophe."

"Wouldn't that put them in grave danger?" Leonhardt bit his fingernail. "A new Catastrophe is about to occur, but there's absolutely no one to warn them!"

No matter how despicable and vile the nobles were, they still had a simple obligation to the lambs under their rule: to inform them of the impending Catastrophe.

"How can you say no one notified them!" Provence's eyes gleamed.

Tsukino and Leonhardt couldn't help but laugh, "And us too!"

"Wait a moment, mission replanning," Oute's voice came through the Provence terminal. "... You will be undertaking a five-day long-term field mission."

"Each Catastrophe Messenger will be accompanied by two guards, carrying necessary supplies, and will proceed separately."

The elevator lowered three enclosed off-road vehicles, and in each vehicle, two agents were frantically putting on protective suits.

It seems they received Oute's orders earlier than the Catastrophe Messenger, but only by a limited margin.

"The most likely locations of these villages, along with their migration routes, have been created as a laminated map. Please check your personal devices as a backup."

Provence looked pleadingly at the other two messengers.

"It's a new email," Tsukino said.

"The same information has been forwarded to your terminals as a file. However, please be careful, as the reliability of terminals is not high in extreme weather conditions."

Leonhardt had already moved closer to a car. "Ayers (Ayerscarpe)! It's been so long since we've worked together!"

"First of all, it hasn't been long. It's just that your recent operations haven't required messengers for the time being," Ayerscarpe said calmly. "Secondly, there's no need to be so surprised; we're old partners after all."

Ansel was in the same car, said, "Hello, Mr. Leonhardt, just call me Ansel. The Doctor has arranged extra medical work for our group."

In the other car were two girls from the East Country.

"Wow! It's Yu... cough cough." The female college student coughed lightly, trying to cover up her misunderstanding. "I didn't expect to meet such an elegant East Country on Rhodes Island! My code name is Yan!"

Yato, being extremely concise, simply said, "Yato."

"Hello, I am 'Disaster Patrol', Tsukino."

"Given a choice, for long-term fieldwork, it's better to work with people of the same gender and who speak similar languages," the terminal stated.

"Hey!? But I don't see Siracusa!" Provence's tail twitched. "Rim Billiton Team, East Country Team, why didn't you assign me a single Siracusa!?"

"You're already a long-term employee, there's no need for such thoughtful new employee benefits." Oute was merciless. "A 'same-sex' companion for easy travel is enough!"

The Scavenger tossed out a silver coin, and after examining its suit, she remained silent for a moment before explaining, "Provence, there aren't two Siracusa women on board who can be commanded right now."

GreyThroat, forcing himself to speak in a low voice, said, "I volunteered. I told the Doctor before that if there are long-term or long-distance fieldwork assignments, please feel free to use me."

"Now that you are all familiar with your work partners, please make sure you find these villages."

"Note that your objective is to ensure the survival of these villages in the event of Catastrophe."

"If any extreme factors obstruct this process, I authorize you to take... all means, including but not limited to violence."

Tsukino narrowed her eyes. As a noblewoman from the East Country, Oute's implication was exceptionally clear to her.

She asked, "Even if it's a conflict with Leithanien?"

Oute replied, "They don't represent Leithanien."

Chapter 278 Rural Healthcare

"A city is coming? Hopefully it's not that [Leithanien swear word]!"

The hunchbacked farmer muttered something, then rode his tricycle again, continuing to transport his fences. As he pedaled haphazardly, patches of black crystals were revealed under his trouser legs, which were pulled up.

The villagers who were slightly better informed started talking loudly:

"Those rabbits weren't lying yesterday!"

"They actually are doctors!"

"What about that Catastrophe?"

"We just planted the seeds! We don't even have enough to eat! Moving now will only mean starving to death! It's Catastrophe, it's Catastrophe!"

"So what if they're doctors?! They're just scammers!"

"How much medicine have we taken?! It's still not getting better!"

"You can't say that... that girl is quite nice."

"She's a girl? I thought she was a boy!"

"So what do we do about Catastrophe?"

"I'll deal with your head!"

Oute's search area for the Rim Billiton group was fairly accurate, and Leonhardt and his team quickly located a target village.

But just as Oute locked onto this village, there were quite a few patients here.

"We're almost out of inhibitors in the car. I really hope the Doctor and the others come soon..." Ansel sighed, prepared the medication, and got ready to change the IV drip for the patient.

Originium Infection.

The infected people, either ostracized by other villages or actively following their own families, formed a rather unique little village in this godforsaken place.

"Oh no!" Leonhardt clutched his head and rushed inside. "Our trunk has been pried open!"

Ansel nearly dropped the IV drip. "Is the inhibitor still there!?"

Ayerscarpe Ya calmly replied, "The inhibitors are fine, but we're out of painkillers."

Ansel's expression turned extremely grim. "Even patients in the middle and late stages can't do without painkillers!"

"Dr. Ansel!" A young Caprinae burst through the door, exclaiming in a panic, "Old Hans cut his hand, and I think he might have an infection!"

"What infection!?"

Caprinae paused, as if realizing his slip of the tongue, and corrected himself, "Not Originium, it's an infected wound!"

Ansel breathed a sigh of relief and changed the IV drip.

He returned to the makeshift dispensing station with the empty IV drip and said, "I'll be right there!"

But the young Caprinae soon returned with even worse news. "Old Hans says it's not necessary; he has his own antibiotics."

"Where did he get the antibiotics!?"

"Old Daisy still has some of the medicine the doctor in town prescribed for her last mastitis episode."

The empty IV drip bottle fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"We have antibiotics here! Don't rush to administer veterinary medication!" Ansel hurriedly grabbed the medication and rushed over, tossing a message to Leonhardt and Ayerscarpe: "Help clean this up! The patients here are all on inhibitors! Follow the onboarding training!"