Chapter 363 (1/2)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Looking at the bustling crowd in front, Wood nervously tidied his handsome mustache again.
He knew that this action was superfluous. He was originally a little noticeable, and it would make him more compelling. However, he couldn’t help but be nervous.
Why? They are just recruiting refugee pioneers. Why is a dragon actually sitting there? Why does the dragon go to a human town to work? Shouldn’t they burn everything and kill everyone? Could it be that I am still asleep, so I am still in my dream?
He wanted to pinch himself, but he resisted the impulse. It was too strange to pinch himself for no reason. He wanted to keep a low profile, a low profile!
After lowering his head and taking a few deep breaths, Wood finally pressed down all sorts of weird thoughts and impulses in his heart, and his face returned to a calm expression.
He deliberately refused to look at the dragon that was covered with thick round scales and was lying on the ground, lazy and half asleep. He only paid attention to the recruitment and registration of those refugees in front of him.
“What’s your name?”
“Tree, my lord.”
“Tree? Tree again?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“God! Already the third Tree. Why couldn’t you have some other different name?”
“I’m sorry, my lord.”
“No need to say sorry. You were named by your parents, not yourself. Forget it. Tree it is. I will mark you as Tree No. 3. It sounds like a monster statue in the school. Well, forget it. I suggest you should change your name when you get famous in the future.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Stop saying ‘my lord,’ ‘my lord.’ All right, whatever. Everyone behaves like this, and I am used to it. Tree, where are you from?”
“Black Stone Stockaded Village, my lord.”
“Where is Black Stone Stockaded Village?”
“In the south, a really far-away place, my lord.”
“In which part of the Federation of Gold Coins?”
“I don’t understand what you are talking about, my lord.”
“What city is nearby?”
“Grey Bear City, my lord.”
“Oh! I see. It is the territory of Earl Bell of the Federation of Gold Coins. The local lord is a distant relative of Earl Bell. Good, I’ve written it down. So what specialty do you have?”
“I can farm, and I can herd sheep, my lord.”
“Although my sense tells me that I shouldn’t have expectations, I still have to ask: how do you usually farm?”
“Farm? I sow seeds in the spring and naturally harvest in the fall.”
“As expected! Then you have no professional skills. Do you have any specialty?”
“What is a ‘specialty,’ my lord?”
“It means that you have some better abilities than others. For example, you have a specialty of great power, or you run especially fast, or something like that.”
“I’m sorry, my lord. I don’t have any specialty.”
“I have also guessed that according to your appearance. People with a specialty should not be poor like you. Do you have a family?”
“I had a wife, but she died of illness last year. My child starved to death this winter. I am the only one in my family, my lord.”
“Sorry, I should not have asked about this… Okay, your information is registered, and now, put your palm prints here. Miss Graupel, don’t lie here, pretending to be dead. Work, you should work!”
The dragon opened her eyes lazily. With a glow on her body, the paper on which the young mage just recorded information revealed a soft white light. At the request of the mage, the refugee called Tree pressed his hands on the illuminating paper. After a few seconds, the light of the paper disappeared, and there was a faint copy of two palm prints.
The mage put the paper which had turned light gray in the box next to him with satisfaction. He pierced it on three previously prepared metal tubes, stacking it with many similar pieces of paper.