Chapter 190: The Journey of the Central Administrative Province (Part 3)
Long ago, Malin heard a saying that life is like a journey, what matters is not the destination, but the scenery along the way.
Though that's true, in this godforsaken world, the scenery along the way can turn into bitter memories at any moment. When the train passed through the Lodis Plains and arrived near Germain Town, close to the Central Administrative Province, Malin sitting in the carriage shook his head as he looked at the refugee tide.
Over the past year, the countries to the north have been anything but peaceful, with natural disasters and man-made calamities coming almost all at once. The Chaos Cult held a "party" there, with casualties numbering in the tens of thousands. Judging by the accents of these refugees, they're all northerners.