Whether it was common knowledge in the Fighter God world or Du Chen's own impression, Zig was indeed a righteous old man, and his captive should also be a bad person, perhaps even a witch!

But if that girl really was a bad person, why would "The Book of Treasures" remind him to save her?

Saving a bad person is definitely not a good deed, that is basic moral knowledge. Du Chen also believed that "The Book of Treasures" wouldn't ask him to save an evil person and cause even greater harm.

But "The Lotus Treasure Mirror" couldn't be wrong!

Du Chen's mind was in chaos.

"Indeed, many people have been killed because they knew secrets! However, I won't do what politicians would do!" Zig stared at the Snowbeast and slowly said, "Your sensitive nose is not a mistake, being able to find the whereabouts of that witch is not a sin! However, because of the Saint Kain brothers from the Holy Family, many people have already seen that witch enter the city. I cannot let more people know that she is being held captive in the Lord's Manor! Can you keep this secret?"

"I can!" the Snowbeast shouted.

Norton frowned, "Your Highness, he is a Snowbeast, he cannot be trusted!"

"What's wrong with Snowbeasts? He is not at fault. Punishing him solely because of his identity as a Snowbeast is unfair!"

"But, if this Snowbeast leaks the information..." Norton became anxious, but he immediately remembered Harry's other identity and hastily said, "Your Highness, this Snowbeast is also a bandit, he is the captive of the two young masters!"

"Oh? A bandit? According to the laws of the Holy Church, everything about him is up to the captors. Francis, this Snowbeast is your property. How should we deal with him? I must hear your opinion!" Zig said, looking at Du Chen.

Harry crawled in front of Du Chen, clinging to his legs and crying, "Kind master, merciful lord, please forgive your humble servant Harry! Trust me, Snowbeasts are useful to you and will never betray you!"

To save or not to save him?

Harry's nose was incredibly useful, like a radar in the Fighter God world, but the reputation of the Snowbeast clan for betrayal was chilling.

After a moment of contemplation, Du Chen made up his mind. He would save him, but in the future, he would be cautious and not let him participate in any confidential matters!

Du Chen wouldn't show off, but it didn't mean he wouldn't take risks. Great rewards often come from great risks!

Besides, what was Harry, a Snowbeast? Just a useless waste that could be killed with a flick of a finger, just a dog that would bite its owner!

"Dean Zig, Uncle Norton, I want to make this Snowbeast my slave, but he now knows things he shouldn't know. I suggest temporarily imprisoning him and releasing him after the dean's affairs are over. This way, he won't reveal any secrets!" Du Chen said, pulling Steve and bowing together with his brother, saying, "Of course, although we don't know who that woman is, we will keep it confidential, as a testament to the honor of our ancestor, Siglu!"

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"Well, that's not a bad idea!" Zig nodded with a smile, then said, "Lord Norton, this Snowbeast reminded me. I hope you immediately find something to disrupt his sense of smell and cover up the scent on him!"

Norton, wearing a robe, pounded his chest with his right fist and saluted, saying in a deep voice, "Understood! Blue Sea Grass can disrupt the sense of smell of almost all living beings! I will do it immediately!"

"Hehe, don't say 'understood' to me, I am not your superior! Well, let's end it here today, I need to rest!"

With just a few short sentences, Zig's face showed signs of exhaustion again, indicating that his injuries were still severe.

...

Norton arranged the two brothers in a separate small courtyard. After discussing the relief work for tomorrow, he went to handle his own affairs.

Poor Harry was taken away by the soldiers and imprisoned, while Steve disappeared after settling the mercenaries' pay. Seeing his sneaky smile before leaving, Du Chen knew that the ladies of Antwerp Port were in trouble.

Du Chen spent the whole night pondering whether or not to save that witch. Judging from the intensity of his itchy butt, saving her would definitely be a great deed. But the question was, could Du Chen save her? What kind of guards would there be in the Lord's Manor? It was not something he, who was only equivalent to a Level 2 Fighter, could handle.

If he were to save her like this, it would be showing off, so Du Chen temporarily put aside the idea.

The next day, Steve and Du Chen, carrying the relief funds, went to the eastern part of the city's disaster area under the protection of Norton and the soldiers.

The eastern part of Antwerp Port was completely different from the western part where Du Chen and his group came from. Twenty miles away from the city, the yellow soil under their feet became muddy, as if it had just been washed by a heavy rain.

Riding on a horse, Du Chen asked Norton beside him, "Uncle, how severe is the damage from this flood?"

"It's very serious. There are at least hundreds of thousands of refugees along the Nein River. Most of them have been resettled in the open space ahead. Sigh!" Norton sighed, "The empire's finances have been tight recently, and the relief funds are too little!"

Du Chen silently calculated that even if there were a hundred thousand refugees, if the relief funds were divided equally, each person would only receive a few silver coins, equivalent to a few hundred dollars in his previous life, which was not enough to completely solve the difficulties of the refugees.

Thinking of this, Du Chen also sighed.

After walking for more than ten miles, the refugee camp appeared in front of Du Chen's eyes. Seeing the situation in front of him, he shuddered in his heart.

The refugee camp, made up of military tents, stretched for more than ten miles. Every few miles, there were several large stoves, where the emaciated and ragged refugees stood in line, waiting to receive hard black bread.

Inside the camp, whether it was the elderly with unsteady steps, the disheveled adults, or even the slightly sensible children, all had a look of confusion on their faces.

Apart from the crying of babies and the shouts of soldiers, there were hardly any other sounds in the vast camp.

The entire refugee camp was immersed in an almost hopeless and death-like atmosphere.

Norton rode forward and ordered the soldiers in the camp to gather some of the refugees. Then he shouted, "Listen up, the two young masters from the Saint Kain family in the imperial capital have come to provide relief!"

A sense of liveliness emerged in the refugee camp, and people followed Norton's guidance and looked towards Du Chen and Steve. But their eyes were still filled with despair.

Relief? Even the imperial government couldn't provide much relief funds, so how much money could these two young masters have?

The almost numb reaction of the refugees embarrassed Norton. He waved his hand to the two brothers and said, "You guys say a few words!"

Steve nudged Du Chen and whispered, "The charity fund is yours, so you should speak!" After speaking, he patted the horse's buttocks under Du Chen.

Du Chen urged his horse forward, glanced at the indifferent reaction of the refugees, sighed in his heart, and suddenly shouted, "Do you want to die!?"