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"Name?"

"Hops Wilder."

"Gender."

"Male."

"Really? Little guy, we don't discriminate against women here."

"I'm really a man!"

An orc in the queue behind laughed: "Why don't you just take off your pants to prove it!"

Hops' face suddenly turned red, but he didn't dare to argue and refute, and he was very embarrassed.

In the end, the clerk in charge of registration came to his rescue: "Haha, no need, you look pretty. How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"You're a little young and a little skinny. To be honest, you're not suitable for this. Why don't you consider studying accounting or cooking?"

"...I don't have money."

The orc clerk, who was as strong as an ox and actually had huge horns, looked at the dejected Hopps and said with a smile: "No money is not a problem. When I first came to the Void City, I didn't have a penny. At that time, I was worse off than you. At least you had a nice set of clothes, and I only had a pair of torn shorts..."

He was about to continue, but a colleague next to him coughed and interrupted him.

"Sekteri, stop telling stories, there are people waiting in line behind you."

The clerk smiled and continued to ask: "So, little Wilder, are you sure you want to sign up?"

"Yes." Hopps said firmly, "I want to learn technology and then support myself!"

The clerk and his colleagues looked at each other, nodded, and asked again: "So, what do you plan to study? This year's enrollment has the following majors, first of all, miners and ore dressing workers, then smelters and blacksmiths, armorers and leather craftsmen, and finally mechanical craftsmen."

Hopps didn't expect there were so many options, and couldn't help but be a little stunned, After thinking for a while, he asked, "Which of these jobs is more suitable for me?"

"To be honest, none of them are suitable." The clerk Sekteri sighed, "Even if it is relatively easy, your physique is too... Let me give you an example. Suppose you are a leather craftsman. This job mainly requires carefulness and does not require much strength, but you should at least be able to pick up a full body armor and shake it to check the quality."

As he spoke, he shook his head: "You are not even as tall as a half-body armor!"

Hopps was frustrated by what he said, but he still refused to give up: "Then there is no business that does not require height and strength?"

"Mineral processing workers are good." A colleague who served as an assistant, a fat half-orc who was not sure whether he was a cat man or a leopard man, said, "As long as you are familiar with minerals and are careful and careful, the rest is not a problem."

"I am good at these!" Hopps was happy and said loudly, even his ears that were drooping before stood up.

Sexter looked at him, then at the applicants behind him who were already urging "Hurry up", shrugged his shoulders, and filled in the last line of the registration form.

"Finally, sign your name." He handed the registration form and ink pen to Hopps.

Hopps took the paper and pen casually, but was suddenly stunned and whispered: "I... can't write."

"It doesn't matter if you can't write. I couldn't write back then." Sexter smiled and took out a box of bright red ink. "Then put a handprint, the same."

Hopps followed his request, dipped the five fingers of his right hand in the ink, and then pressed five fingerprints in turn where the signature should be, completing the entire registration process.

After saying goodbye to the enthusiastic clerk, he walked out of the technical school and looked at the people coming and going in the big square in front of him, feeling a little confused.

There was a period of time between registration and the start of school. I was penniless, how could I solve the problem of food and accommodation?

The problem of accommodation is easy to solve. It is quite warm here in the Void City, and the grass beside the street looks soft enough to be used as a bed. But where can I find food?

Eat grass?

I guess I can only eat grass.

Although my half rabbit bloodline has brought me a lot of troubles over the years, thanks to it, I can at least eat grass when I am hungry.

If I were a pure fox man, I would have starved to death.

Hopps smiled self-deprecatingly. Seeing that it was still early, he was not in a hurry to rest and wandered around.

He walked very fast and soon arrived at the famous God Tree Square in the north of the Void City.

From the intersection on the south side of the square, you can clearly see the trunk of the God Tree, which is thicker than you can imagine, and its crown is like a green cloud on the horizon, which can be seen clearly from a very far distance.

Hops walked towards the sacred tree curiously. Not long after, he found that there were many people lying in the open space under the sacred tree. There were also some women in white clothes with a red cross on their shoulders or chests, busying around, as if they were checking their bodies or treating their wounds.

When he got closer, he was surprised to find that all the people lying there were half-orcs!

To be precise, they were all a group of pigmen with big beards.

"What...what happened?" He stopped immediately because he was a little timid. He didn't dare to approach them. He only found a fat man who looked more friendly nearby to ask what was going on.

The fat man didn't know either, but he grabbed him and said he would take him to ask.

Hops didn't expect the fat man to be so enthusiastic, and he was a little flustered. He wanted to struggle, but the fat man was so strong that he couldn't get away at all.

In desperation, he had no choice but to follow the fat man to the foot of the sacred tree, next to the group of busy women and the pigs lying on the ground.

"Hi, Jane, I'm here to see you." The fat man greeted a woman in white with a smile, "What are you busy with?"

"Huh? Do you know her?" Hopps was stunned.

"How new! How come I don't know my own wife?" Fatty said with a smile, "If she hadn't been here, why would I have come here to ask? Isn't it fun to tease someone else's little girl?"

Only then did Hopps realize that he had been teased. He was a little angry, but more of a curiosity.

He really wants to know, what is going on here?

"Don't mention it!" The woman named "Jane" was very beautiful and had a good figure, but her eyebrows always made Hopps feel a bit sharp. She sighed and said, "These are the batches not long ago. Follow the caravan across the desert to join our refugees."

"Refugees? Why are they mixed up like this?" Fatty asked in surprise, "Looking at how badly injured they are, they would have been left behind on the road."

This topic is a bit cruel, but it is true. The journey through the desert is very difficult. Even the caravan members will be left behind if they are seriously injured or seriously ill, let alone the refugees who go with the caravan.

When Hopps came to the Northwest Republic, he witnessed sick people being abandoned on the road. The man cried and begged, but to no avail. In the end, a guard gave him the last bit of mercy, allowing him to die without pain.

"They were in good shape when they came." Jane sighed and said, "But locally, they had a conflict with the local orcs."

"Conflict?" Fatty looked at the group of pig people, "They are quite strong, why are they beaten like this?"

"They are mean-mouthed and have offended too many people." Jane said, "It's probably a matter of faith. They think half-orcs who don't believe in the orc gods are guilty and deserve to die... You understand."

"I understand, it's time to beat them!" The fat man nodded, and all pity suddenly disappeared from his face, "Good fight! Let them learn a lesson. The Republic does not allow persecution of beliefs!"

"Three of them were killed on the spot, and the rest are here." Jane sighed, "The sacred tree has a rich aura of life, which is very good for their recovery. When they fully recover, there will be subsequent punishments."

Hopps was stunned and asked: "If they have to be punished, why do they need to be treated?"

Jane looked at him in confusion, as if looking at a monster: "Punishment is to make people change, and they haven't committed any unforgivable crimes. If they don't get treatment, won't they die?"

Hopps thought for a long time before he understood what she meant.

The Northwest Republic will not let those who commit crimes go, but it will not deny them due care just because they have committed crimes.

He couldn't help but smile when he looked at the bearded pig men who were grunting and frowning, but they were all honest.

This country is better than I imagined before coming here...

First, I’m very grateful to Bi Wei for the tip, but I really can’t add more updates, and I can’t write them out.

Second, there is absolutely no innuendo in this chapter! Even if you torture me, I won't admit it!

Third, the second day of double monthly votes. Since you can only vote for two monthly votes per day, if you haven’t voted yet, please do so. This is the first chapter of today.