The task of cleaning up the undead begins near night, so it is almost late in the evening when the guards who manage the cemetery receive the workers.

Before that, they had a duty and it was necessary to close the door that separated the cemetery from the outside world.

Although the undead are more likely to be born at night, most of them, except for a few species, are not afraid of the sun.

This place is close to the imperial capital, and there are some passers-by during the day, if there are relatively strong undead at this time, breaking through the barrier made by the guards with their bodies, then pedestrians are likely to be killed, and even those undead will attack the imperial capital.

If that happens, then the heads of the guards will immediately be their own.

In order to prevent this, the cemetery is surrounded by a wall, which is the dividing line between the dead and the living.

Although the four-meter-high wall is not comparable to the city wall, it is enough for people to walk on it, and the gate is quite strong and sturdy, and it is absolutely impossible to break through easily.

In addition, the door of the cemetery will only be opened when the workers are handing over their work, and everyone can only enter and leave the cemetery during this time.

Mike didn't know the unwritten rule, so he came a little early, just like other 'novice workers' who didn't know how to do it.

So, during this time, all they can do is wait quietly.

Fortunately, Mike hugged Violet and tried to teach her to speak, and the time passed quickly.

As twilight approached, Mike finished the last piece of jerky he had in his hand, took a sip of water, and got up and walked towards the cemetery gate.

By this time, the door of the cemetery had opened a crack, and a guard came out to greet the workers who had been outside for a long time.

"Why are you only opening the door now! We've been waiting for a long time~" The guy complained with no eyes.

Mike frowned immediately when he heard this.

Sure enough, the guard stopped, turned around and scolded the guy fiercely, telling him that this is an unwritten rule, and those who feel that they have been wronged can get out of here!

The worker looked like he was 'angry but didn't dare to speak', and he still wanted to complete this commission, so naturally he didn't dare to offend the guards, who were one of the publishers.

Seeing that this guard was not the kind of guy who had to travel every inch and kilometer, Mike breathed a sigh of relief, if that guy just now had caused himself and others to delay the completion of his first task after becoming a worker, he would definitely not spare the other party.

A beating is certainly indispensable.

Mike had a sword Kuromaru hanging from his waist, and a famous sword wrapped in a black cloth behind his back, and walked forward with his feet raised.

Violet followed Mike with a giant battle axe, not leaving an inch.

When this pair entered the interior of the cemetery, it attracted countless attention, and the guards all looked at Violet with an indescribable sense of disobedience in their hearts.

Or rather, the contrast is more appropriate.

Mike ignored the men's gaze as he surveyed the inside of the cemetery walls.

There are stairs on the left and right sides of the gate, and there is an observation deck next to the wall.

In addition, the most striking thing is the lampholder with the [Perpetual Light] magic cast, and even if night has fallen at this moment, the gate is quite bright.

However, there are still many shady places, and the view is even worse in places blocked by tombstones.

When Mike and the other workers entered, a group of workers also left.

Mike's group was to take over their shifts, and the work of cleaning up the undead was almost permanent.

This is also the most suitable commission for training novice workers, as long as the luck is not too bad and you don't meet particularly powerful undead, every newcomer can get enough growth here.

When the last of the previous batch of workers left, the captain of the guard gathered the new workers and gathered them all.

Knowing what the task assigned by his team was like, the captain of the guard would give a lecture to the newcomers every time the workers changed shifts, and tell them what to pay attention to.

Although the weakest skeleton can be killed by an ordinary person with a blunt weapon with courage, the mortality rate is still quite high if you are not careful to be injured by an undead person with corpse poison.

The captain of the guard spoke on the stage, and some of the workers below were listening attentively, while others were careless and dismissive.

Mike doesn't care about others, he's the kind of person who listens carefully.

At the same time, he forced Violet to listen together, even if the girl couldn't understand it.

At the end of the lecture, the captain of the guard asked the guards to take the workers to the precinct that had been divided before.

There are several cemeteries the size of football fields, and if you have to organize patrol squads, you can do it, but it's too tiring.

So since there had been no powerful undead in the area for a long time, the captain of the guard asked each guard to bring one or two workers to manage an area.

The guards may be weaker, but they have been working here all year round, and they are familiar with the situation, and their work experience is not comparable to that of the workers.

And the workers also have an advantage over the guards, that is, they are often stronger than the guards.

Such an experienced, powerful, and coordinated work model has been implemented peacefully for two or three years.

If there are no powerful immortals here in the future, then it is estimated that this mode of work will continue forever.

Mike pulled Violet and followed the guard who had led them in the first place, to the farthest point of the cemetery from the gate.

Holding an oil lamp in his hand, the faint yellow and hazy light outlined a wisp of terrifying aura in the gloomy and secluded cemetery.

But the three people walking on the road did not have the slightest emotion of fear.

In other words, even if there is a fear of emotion, it does not show it.

"What do you call them?" The guard seemed to walk quite normally, but he couldn't help but break the silence and ask questions.

"Just call us the Violet Squad." Mike didn't tell the other party his name, but directly asked the other party to call the two of them by their team names.

No matter what you want to do in the future, reputation will always be useful.

So spreading his reputation at the right time is also what Mike is willing to do now.

"What about the two of Violet, is this your first mission since becoming workers?" The guards were speechless, as if they wanted to make small talk.

"Hmm." Mike replied lukewarmly.

"Then your strength should be good! The area we are going to is the most likely to produce the undead, and it is also the place where powerful undead are most likely to appear. You can be assigned here, I think you have the corresponding strength! ”

The guard's tone trembled slightly.