Chapter 59.2: Civilized
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Despite their complaints, the players realized that the lives of these ordinary NPCs directly affected the amount of territory prestige they could earn during this mission. After all, these NPCs were living and breathing "data" beings. Watching them die wasn't something players couldn't bear, so they got to work at once.

The caravan had traveled along relatively flat terrain, and the formation wasn't entirely straight, so Mia could easily see the situation from her position near the front.

When Mia saw another of her neighbors from a nearby street, Martina, being carried out by the undead, her face paled dramatically, as if she had seen her own future, and she shivered uncontrollably.

People in town would come across each other often, and Martina, who was ten years older than Mia, had come over to her house to play when Mia was still a little girl.

Mia, who couldn't find a husband and was often mistreated at home, at least only needed to weave enough to provide for her family. Occasionally, she could still catch a breather.

Martina, on the other hand, got married at eighteen and had a child at a young age. In her early twenties, she had to work day and night to support herself, her child, and her husband, who refused to work at the plantation. By the time she reached her mid-thirties, her body had weakened like others her age, and her eyesight was so poor that she couldn't even see a person a meter away clearly.

"Mia, what's happening?" a woman sharing the same cart with Mia couldn't see that far, so she asked the youngest among them, Mia.

"It's Martina. She seems… sick, and they carried her off the cart," Mia replied, her voice trembling.

The other four women in the cart weren't feeling too comfortable either. Upon hearing the news, their faces grew even paler.

"May the Goddess protect her," one of the women spoke, lowering her head and clasping her hands in front of her, quietly praying for their unfortunate fellow townsfolk.

For the impoverished lower class, seeking medical treatment was a foreign conc

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