Chapter 8 It's Not a Black Household at All

A earthy breeze blows through the border town. Today's weather is very good, not far away, you can see the Chishui River flowing slowly westward like a shining ribbon of light, and the newly sprouted green weeds and snow mixed with the land are divided into edges.

In a large area of cleared and compacted land in a slum on the edge of the border town, Wu Yu was squatting on the ground with a frown, counting the number of dried fish.

Just over a week after winter, it's hard to find large chunks of dry ground in the town. And the flat land that I was squatting on now was also inevitably mixed with weeds mixed with snow and cement.

Thanks to the grapefruit peel and iron axe of the militia team, who are close to him now, after finishing training last evening, they beckoned the residents of the surrounding towns to come over and take care of it, so that there is such a place.

Heavy snow blocked the way to the Hidden Forest and the Desperate Canyon, as well as the way for the merchants' carriages at the Changge Fortress. As a result, the amount of fish that Kurewa had to handle spread along with the reputation of dried fish that had no fishy smell, and it became a place that almost all slum townspeople would visit.

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It stands to reason that everyone in the town knows the roots, and the dried fish is naturally placed in the open space at will, waiting for everyone to claim it themselves. However, with the increasing workload of fishing, Wu Yu found that there seemed to be a little discord. Although there were occasionally a few fewer before, they might have been taken by the stray wild cats in the town, so Wu Yu didn't care too much.

However, Wu Yu, who had just realized that he had been cruelly rejected outside the main plot yesterday, imagined that he was happily receiving the witches with outstanding appearance, and compared to himself who ran back to his hut to weed with everyone, he felt aggrieved in his heart.

When I got up in the morning, as soon as I opened the door, I found that the upper right corner of the open space in front of the hut was obviously a little incongruous, and a small pile of dried fish was neatly missing. I used to turn a blind eye to myself, but now I have so much less at once. It's even more disturbing, is it possible that I will have to keep vigil in the future?

After taking a rough inventory and finding that there were indeed about twenty or so dried fish, Wu Yu decided not to touch the fish today to get rid of the fishy smell, just because the soft sun took a day or two to dry the dried fish. In the end, it will be dealt with, and it will be a good time to pit the fish thieves at night, so let's go to the town today.

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On weekdays, a lot of people unexpectedly gathered in the deserted square, and from time to time there were whispered discussions, and in the crowd, Wu Yu also saw the cat's claws and nails that were usually supposed to be trained in the militia.

On a makeshift platform made of several planks, the magistrate was announcing something loudly, and a piece of linen with something written on it was nailed to the plank in front of the guard.

"Hey, what's this for?"

Wu Yu squeezed into the crowd and patted the nail on the back, "You didn't go to training today, aren't you afraid of the punishment of the iron axe?" ”

"His Royal Highness Roland asked everyone to report to the city hall, and answer a question in a small room to receive a subsidy of ten bronze eagles." The startled nail looked back and saw that it was Wu Yu, and pouted at the stage, "I just don't know what new tricks this noble man came up with." How can there be such a good thing, you say? ”

Zoroa, one of the witches from the Mutual Aid Society, was also one of the two major model workers in the Frontier Town. Wu Yu's mind flashed through the plot of the book.

I vaguely remember that the witch's ability was to summon a magic brush to paint the scenes she saw or imagined as if they were more vivid than the photographs under modern technology. And her first job in the border town was to manually draw the first generation of border town ID cards in a small room in the city hall.

"His Royal Highness Roland is different from those noble lords, otherwise he would not have accepted witches and designed those weapons to defend against evil beasts." Wu Yu thought about it, anyway, this is the official first-generation ID card issuance, and after mixing it, he will completely get rid of the identity of a black household and become a native of the border towns.

As for how to prepare for the identity, Wu Yu's eyes flickered in the crowd for a while, and the background of the distant relatives of the pomelo peel who came back from Bishui Port seemed to be good. Just do it, Wu Yu decisively abandoned the nail that was still hesitating, and crossed the crowd and hugged the pomelo peel.

"Brother Yuzupi, do you feel that our encounter is like an encounter of fate in a novel. Why don't you be my distant cousin in the future! ”

Yuzu looked helplessly at the distant cousin who suddenly stuck up, "... Feather, you kid, sometimes you really know every word you say, but you don't understand your thinking. ”

"Help people to the end, otherwise I'm afraid I'll be driven away when I go to the city hall, and you know that there seems to be a war in Bishui Harbor now. And you think you saved me, and now I have an extra brother, which can be regarded as a complete repayment. That's it, oh, you can take the dried fish I dried in the future, you're welcome. ", just like you are now, Wu Yu silently added in his mind. Let's go, let's hurry up and take advantage of the fact that the nobles have not changed their minds and go to lead the bronze eagle. ”

Half-pushing and half-pulling, he dragged the grapefruit peel to the town hall, which was still trying to figure out the logical relationship, and as described in the text, a town hall official asked the townspeople one by one about their specialties, names, and relatives. Behind him, there was a small hole in the wooden wall, and when he filled out the form, he would hand the brown paper to the small hole in the back.

Then, a small card like his ID card in the original world will be handed out, with his name and high-resolution avatar simply printed on the front, and the emblem of the two guns of the tower of the Gray Castle on the back of the card.

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"Yuzu, the distant cousin of the militia Yuzupi, was accidentally swept away by the evil beasts when he came back from Bishui Harbor not long ago, and fainted in the snow in front of the town and was found by the iron axe and brought back. Now I live in the slums, helping people with fish storage and haircuts. ”

While reciting the words he had already thought of, Wu Yu tried to look into the small hole, and could only vaguely see some short brown curls, and the occasional flash of colored light. And the several guards near the door and standing behind the house were obviously not just to maintain order, but should be the preparation of His Royal Highness Roland, the owner of the border town, to ensure that no one who is hostile to witches will have an accident. It seems that there is still a long way to go to get close to the witches.

Even if it can affect the plot, it is not a good idea to show your difference or even reveal your identity rashly based on the seemingly gentle description of the protagonist in the book.

What's more, I haven't figured out how to hide my secret once I arouse the curiosity of the heroine Nightingale, who is extremely loved by the author.

Obviously she is already the most powerful battle witch, and she also has the ability to detect whether people's hearts are lying, and the most important thing is that she is still a freewheeling existence that can be invisible into the void at any time and has nothing to do all day. Nightingales who have reached full value of their Guardian attribute and reckless attribute points will not consider any rules and privacy.

Although I don't know how long I will stay in this world, I am not a black household from now on. Playing with the humble first-generation border town ID card in his hand, Wu Yu also counted a heart disease that had been hanging.

As for how to meet the witches by chance, with the arrival of the witches of the Mutual Aid Society, with that unique and different painting style, I only need to walk around the town more, and I can always successfully wait for the rabbit to arrive.