Cthulhu Gonfalon

"Name?"

"Hops Wilder."

"gender."

"male."

“Really? Little guy, we don’t discriminate against women here.”

"I am a man!"

A half-orc behind the line laughed: "You just take off your pants and prove it!"

Hopps’s face suddenly rose red, but he did not dare to argue and refute.

As a result, the clerk responsible for registration gave him a solution: "Haha, no, you can grow a little delicate. Age?"

"Sixteen years old."

"I am a little younger and my body is a little thinner. To be honest, you really don't want to learn this. Why not consider accounting or a chef?"

"……I have no money."

The sturdy, like a cow is actually a half-orc clerk with a huge horn. Look at the dejected Hopes. He smiles and says: "No money is not a problem. When I first came to the Nether City, there was no copper plate. I am worse than you, you have a good dress, I have a broken shorts..."

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

"Secret, don't talk about the ancients, there are people waiting in line."

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

"Yeah." Hopps said firmly, "I have to learn technology and then eat it myself!"

The clerk and his colleagues looked at each other and nodded. They asked, "So, what are you going to learn? There are a few majors in this year, first, miners and ore dressers, then smelting. Craftsmen and blacksmiths, as well as armor and leather craftsmen, and finally mechanical craftsmen."

Hopps didn't expect to have so many choices. He couldn't help but feel a little worried. He thought about it and asked, "Which of these jobs is more suitable for me?"

“To be honest, it’s not suitable.” Clerk Sekterray sighed. “Even if it’s relatively easy, your physique is too... I’ll give you an example. Suppose you are a leather craftsman. This job is mainly needed. It is careful, there is not much demand for strength, but you must at least be able to take a full body armor and sway to see the quality."

He said as he shook his head: "You haven't got a half body high!"

Hopps was said to be frustrated, but still refused to give up: "There is nothing to do with the height and strength requirements?"

“The ore dressing worker is good.” A colleague who is an assistant, a fat, half-orc who does not know whether it is a cat or a leopard, said, “As long as you are familiar with minerals, carefully and carefully, the rest is not a problem.”

"These are good at me!" Hopps was happy, and said loudly, even the ears that had been pulled before were erected.

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

"Finally, sign a name." He said he handed the registration form and ink pen to Hopes.

Hopps took the pen and paper, but suddenly he whispered, "I can't write."

"It doesn't matter if you can't write. I won't be in that year." Sekterley smiled and took out a box of bright red ink. "Take a handprint, the same."

According to his request, Hopps applied the five fingers of the right hand to the ink pad, and then pressed five fingerprints in the place where the signature was made, completing the entire step of registration.

Delighted the enthusiastic clerk, he walked out of the technical school, looked at the crowds coming and going in the big square, could not help but be a bit confused.

There is a period of time between the registration and the start of school. I am penniless, how can I solve the problem of eating?

The problem of living is easy to do. The city of Nether is very warm. The grass next to the street looks soft and enough to be a bed. Where can I find food?

Grazing?

Probably only graze.

Although half of his rabbit bloodline has caused a lot of trouble for himself these years, he has given him the blessing. When he is hungry, he can at least graze.

If you are a purebred fox, you probably starve to death.

Hopps laughed and laughed at himself, watching the time is still early, not rushing to rest, wandering around.

His footsteps were very fast, and soon he came to the north of the Nether City, the famous Shenshu Square.

From the intersection on the south side of the square, you can clearly see the tree trunk that is beyond the imagination, and its crown is like a green cloud on the horizon. It can be seen from far away and far away.

Hops curiously walked toward the tree of gods. It was not long before he found that there were many people lying on the open space below the tree of God, and some women wearing white clothes and painting a red cross on their shoulders or chest. Being busy, it seems to be checking the body for them, or treating the wounds.

Going closer, he was surprised to find that these lying people are all half-orcs!

To be correct, all are a group of pigs with big beards.

"This... what's wrong with this?" Some timid people suddenly stopped and didn't dare to get together. They only found a fat man who looked better in the neighborhood and asked about it.

The fat man was not clear, but he took him and said he would take him to ask.

Hopps didn't expect the fat man to be so enthusiastic, and suddenly he was confused. He wants to struggle, but the fat man is so amazing that he can't make it.

In desperation, he had to follow the fat man honestly to the bottom of the tree, the busy woman and the pigs lying across the ground.

"Hey, Jane, I am coming to see you." The fat man smiled and said hello to a white woman. "What are you busy with?"

"Hey? You know her?" Hopps glanced.

"How fresh! My own wife, how can I not know?" The fat man said with a smile, "If it wasn't for her, I ran over to ask what? Is it fun to play a little girl?"

Hopes knew that he was being teased, some angry, but more curious.

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

"Don't mention it!" The woman named "Jane" was very beautiful and her body was very good, but Hops felt that there was a slight edge between the eyebrows. She sighed and said, "This is a recent batch. Follow the caravan across the desert and go to our refugees."

"Refugees? How do you mix like this?" The fat man asked in surprise. "Look at them, they are not hurt. If they say they are on the road, they will be left behind."

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

When Hops came to the Northwestern Republic, he saw the sick person being left behind. The man cried and pleaded, but nothing was used. In the end, a guard gave him the last bit of compassion and made him die without pain.

"They came when they came." Sighed a sigh and said, "The results are local, they have a conflict with the local half-beasts."

"Conflict?" The fat man looked at the group of pigs. "They are also quite strong. How do you make people like this?"

"They are swearing and offending too many people." Jane said, "It’s still a matter of faith. They think that the half-orcs who don’t believe in the orcs are sinful... you know."

"I understand, it's time to fight!" The fat man nodded, and his face was a little bit pity. "Play well! Let them learn the lesson. The Republic can't engage in persecution!"

"Three people were killed on the spot, and the rest are here." Jane sighed, "The tree of life here is full of vitality, which is good for their recovery. When they are fully recovered, there are subsequent punishments."

Hopps stunned and asked: "If you want to be punished, why should you treat them?"

Jane looked at him with a sullen look, just like watching monsters: "The punishment is for people to change, they have not committed any unforgivable felony, if not treated, is it not going to die?"

Hopes thought for a long time before she understood what she meant.

The Northwestern Republic will not let those who commit crimes, but will not give due care to them because they have committed crimes.

Looking at the bearded pigs who were sullen and sullen, they couldn’t help but smile.

This country is better than you thought before you came...