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Looking at the bustling crowd in front of him, Wood tidied his handsome mustache again nervously.

He knew that this action was unnecessary and would make his already somewhat eye-catching self more easily noticed, but he just couldn't help but feel nervous.

(Why? It’s just recruiting refugee pioneers. Why is there a giant dragon sitting in charge? Why do dragons come to work in human towns? Shouldn’t they be burning, killing and robbing everywhere? Could it be that I haven’t woken up yet? In fact, Are you dreaming?)

He wanted to pinch himself and have a look, but resisted the urge.

Just pinch yourself, that's so weird. He wants to be low-key, low-key!

Lowering his head and taking a few deep breaths, Wood finally suppressed all the weird thoughts and impulses in his heart, and his face regained its composure.

He deliberately did not look at the giant dragon lying listlessly on the ground, half asleep and half awake, covered with thick round scales. He only paid attention to the recruitment and registration of the refugees in front of him.

"May I have your name?"

"Big tree, sir."

"Big tree? Big tree again?"

"Yes, sir."

"Oh my God! This is already the third big tree... Why can't you choose something different from others when you choose a name?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

"There's nothing I'm sorry about. It's your parents who named you, not you. Forget it, a big tree is a big tree. I'll mark it for you, Big Tree No. 3... This feels like a golem in school. Forget it, let’s leave it at that, I suggest you change your name in the future.”

"Yes, sir."

"Don't always be 'Master', 'Master'... Forget it, it's up to you, everyone is like this, and I'm used to it. Dashu, where are you from?"

"Black Stone Village, sir."

"...Where is the Black Stone Village?"

"To the south, far away, sir."

"...Where is the Gold Coin Federation?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, sir."

"Are there any cities nearby?"

"Grizzly City, sir."

"Oh! I understand. That is the territory of Earl Bell of the Gold Coin Federation. The local lord is a distant relative of Earl Bell. Okay, take note, so what are your specialties?"

"I can farm and herd sheep, sir."

"...Although reason tells me what I shouldn't expect, I still have to ask - how do you usually farm?"

"Farming? Just sow the seeds in the spring and you'll be able to harvest naturally in the fall."

"That's true! That means you have no professional skills. Do you have any special skills?"

"...What is a 'specialty'? Master."

"It means that you have some ability that is better than others, for example, you are very strong, you can run very fast, etc."

"I'm sorry, sir, I have no special skills."

"I guessed it from the look on your face. People with special talents shouldn't end up like you. Do you have any family?"

"I have a wife who died of illness last year, and the children also starved to death this winter. I am the only one in the house, sir."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked this... Okay, your information has been registered. Now stamp your fingerprints - Miss Xie, don't lie here and pretend to be dead. It's your turn to work!"

The dragon lazily opened its eyes, and with a flash of light, the piece of paper the young magician had just recorded on suddenly glowed softly white. The refugee named "Big Tree" followed the magician's request and pressed both hands on the glowing producer. After a few seconds, the light of the paper disappeared, but a pair of faint palm prints appeared.

The magician was satisfied and put the piece of paper that turned into light gray into the box next to it, strung it on three prepared metal tubes, and stacked it with many similar pieces of paper.

Then, he took a silver-white card and pressed it on the paper. After a few seconds, the palm prints appeared on the card.

The magician handed the card to "Big Tree": "Here, this is your ID card. Don't lose it. You will need it to receive subsidies and find a job. Now you go to the big house in the north of the town - here , that's the one - ask Haman for a bowl of vegetable porridge, and then ask Laif for steamed buns. The number of steamed buns varies from person to person, and depending on your size, he will probably give you two - don't eat too much. Be too full, otherwise it will harm your body... Although I know they will also tell you this, but you have to repeat it several times if it is important. Go ahead, eat and drink enough and have a good rest."

"Big Tree" took the card doubtfully and left. The young magician sighed tiredly, raised his head, and said loudly: "Next!"

Just like this one after another, after a while, we finally reached Wood.

As soon as Wood walked up to the magician, his eyes lit up.

His attire is not much different from that of ordinary refugees, but his long-term good nutrition has given him a healthy complexion and clear eyes that are completely different from ordinary refugees. The self-confidence he naturally exudes is also impossible for ordinary refugees to have. . What's even more concerning is that he is holding a simple wooden box in his right hand. There is an ax pattern painted on the wooden box. It is obvious that it is a useful tool at a glance.

Of course, the most important thing is that he is handsome.

Yes, very handsome!

It’s very handsome, so I have to say it three times because it’s very important.

"How come you're such a handsome guy and you're a refugee? It's a pity that you don't become a bard..." The magician muttered in a low voice. He always thought he was a handsome guy, but compared with the refugee brother in front of him, it was like the expression of Er Kang compared to the cold-faced Neo. Apart from anything else, his appearance was completely crushed.

If the appearance is converted into a score, this young magician is estimated to have 70 points, but Wood is at least 90 points - if he dresses up carefully, he may be more than 95 points, which is completely the level of an idol male god.

After sighing, the magician still did business as usual and asked about Wood's situation.

"What's your name?"

"Can I answer several questions at once?"

"Of course, it saves trouble."

"My name is Wood, and I'm from Golden Crown City, the capital of the Southern Gold Coin Federation. I'm a carpenter, from cutting trees to making all kinds of common wooden furniture. I also have some carving skills, and I've set up stalls to sell wood carvings. As for my specialties, as you can see, I sometimes make a living with this face, which can probably be considered a speciality. As for my family, you can tell from my appearance, so I won't mention it. I used to have a good relationship with a knight in the Temple of the Pioneer Knights (God of Knights), and I learned swordsmanship from him for a few days, but unfortunately he died in battle, and the entire Pioneer Knights Church is now almost ruined... Not long ago, I heard that someone wanted to hire me to do some work specifically for ladies, so I came all the way north here..." Wood told the origin he had compiled long ago without haste, and finally said, "That's basically it, what else do I need to say?"

The magician looked at the crystal on the table, and the crystal emitted a faint blue light. This magic prop can detect lies, and as long as a lie is told, it will glow red. Otherwise, it would be a blue light like this.

"Okay, no problem, just stamp your handprint and get your ID card... I think you probably don't lack money for food. If you're interested, go to Haman and Reif for a free meal. If you want to eat better, of course, go to a restaurant." The magician chattered, letting Wood complete the formalities, take the card with his handprint and leave, and then shouted behind him.

"Next!"

Wood turned around and walked away as if nothing had happened. When he walked away, he smiled slightly, revealing a relieved look.

(The senior magician who claimed that he could even deceive the devils of hell is really capable, worthy of being a person who is said to have found the legendary path! This set of words can really deceive the lie detector spell!)

Although it has been tested before, simulation and actual combat are always completely different. Especially next to him, there is a dragon that is not very big but has great pressure, which makes him bear huge psychological pressure.

In this situation, he was able to say that paragraph without any mistakes, fooling the lie detector, and even he had to admire himself!

In order to reward himself, he decided to go to the pub for a drink.

This was also to shape his image. After all, as a craftsman with a small fortune, his skills and background were much better than those of ordinary refugees. If he went to eat free relief meals, it would be too conspicuous.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

With his handsome appearance and the happy smile from the heart at this moment, several young women on the roadside were stunned and stupidly infatuated.

Of course, Wood would not find something to tease them. He just found an old man who was cleaning the street with a big broom and asked for directions, and then went straight to the pub.

In his heart, he had a higher evaluation of this town.

The clothes the old man wore just now were a little worn out, and it could be seen that he was quite poor. He was old and thin, and obviously had no ability to work. If in other places, such an old poor man can only wait for death alone, or become a burden to his descendants, frowning all day long. But just now he clearly noticed that the expression on the old man's face was gentle and calm, and there was no sign of malnutrition on his body. It can be seen that there is a stable source of income to guarantee his life.

When he asked for directions, the old man smiled kindly before he spoke, and for a moment he actually had the illusion that the old man was actually from a wealthy family.

This Pyroxene Town, which was so dilapidated and almost destroyed two years ago, has developed to the point that even a poor old man sweeping the road has such a temperament... His trip was indeed not in vain!

Look here, there is no garbage or feces on the flat roadside, the residents on the street are neatly dressed, and not even one person has a look of hunger and hardship on his face. Many of the buildings on the roadside have traces of repair, but they are all very solid, and there is not even a dangerous building.

He also noticed that at least three or five miles away from this town, the negative energy in the air can no longer be felt. When you get closer, you can see green grass and red flowers. When he walked near the town, he even saw farmland and vegetable fields.

In the Ash Forest, where negative energy was rampant and no plants could grow except for the unique polluted ebony and golden vines, there was actually such a paradise with birds singing, flowers blooming and fertile land. It was incredible!

(What method was used to make a remote and desolate town develop into this in a short period of time? Even if it costs my life, I will find out this secret and send it back to my country!)