"Mayor Mare, here!"

When the door opened, there was only a young man in the uniform of the guard, who looked flustered, and left immediately after saying this, apparently not wanting to expose himself to the fact that he had notified the town in advance.

It's been censorship lately, which is why the townsfolk are so sensitive to Ian's arrival.

The mayor was surprised for a moment, then immediately became resolute and ran quickly to the upper floor of his house.

Soon after, some abrupt bells rang from above the mayor's house and spread throughout the town.

Ian frowned as well, and he stood up.

"What's going on, Aunt Julia?"

He looked sideways and was also a little flustered, but finally regained his composure, just a fat aunt with a worried face, and his tone was solemn: "Is the guard team who checked the temporary residence permit here?" ”

"Oh, yes......"

The aunt of the red people with orange hair lowered her head a little sadly, and her hand holding the plate also drooped: "Our family is fine, and the lord also took us to apply for a temporary residence permit, but there are many people in the town who don't have that money......"

"It takes more than ten days before and after the temporary residence permit, and from time to time you have to go through the political trial, where can ordinary people come to this once every six months...... To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the lord gave us a job in the town, most of us wouldn't even have the qualifications for a temporary residence permit! ”

"I don't know which ones will be arrested this time......"

Ian asked a few more questions, and after getting a hesitant answer from the aunt, he figured it out.

It turned out that the town of Gar, which was the backbone of the economy and the agricultural industry, did not need so many townspeople to produce and live.

As Ian speculated, it would take at most four or five hundred people to complete all the work in the village and town when there were large, almost armored alchemy machines for farming.

This is also the number of townspeople who are allowed to hold a 'permanent residence permit' within the normal range.

The extra ones are all temporary residence permits, and if you don't have a job, you won't be eligible to apply for a temporary residence permit.

This is what happens to the 'liberated population' after the great development of agriculture – if there are factories or other jobs that can absorb them, if there are no ...... The sudden increase in productivity and technology has only made them 'unwanted' for a while.

At present, the Settar Empire has not made any serious plans for such people...... In other words, it was planned, but it was not well executed.

Yemer Gal, the founder and mayor of this town, couldn't bear to watch the villages and towns he had built with his own hands be shattered by the system of temporary residence permits, and the old guys were displaced, and in the end only four or five hundred lucky ones remained......

Therefore, he forcibly expanded many jobs, such as 'rice pickers', 'wheat sorters', 'windmill supervisors', and so on.

It sounds outrageous, but at least everyone has a job.

There are many towns that adopt similar methods, and in this regard, the Imperial Capital Guards who are responsible for the review in this regard have always been indifferent, after all, there is no profit to be made by checking this, but it is better to say that the more people who stay, the better, and the more people who need to spend money on relevant certificates at that time.

Of course, the twice-a-year review must also be done, otherwise, these people will not have the sense of urgency and motivation to renew the proof.

"Forgive me, Lord Knight, we may not be able to entertain you any longer."

The old mayor walked down the stairs, his face was very ugly, and his expression when he looked at Ian was also a hint of implicated resentment.

The knights of the empire, in his eyes, belong to a raccoon dog.

In this regard, the boy did not care, but stood up and prepared to go out to see the situation.

But before he could go out, there was another sharp knock on the door.

Aunt Julia's body shook a little, but she remembered that she had a temporary residence permit, so she mustered up the courage to open the door.

The people who came were several families. Ian glanced at it and saw a family with a child, the one who had been playing around the town at the beginning, saw him and immediately went to warn the townspeople.

The representative of the group, a dark-skinned farmer, entered the door and pleaded with the mayor with a look of despair.

At first, the mayor of the town was still bruised, but after all, he was a hard-mouthed person on the surface, but in fact he was very soft-hearted, so after a long sigh, he still opened the door and let the group of people in to avoid the guards.

"Julia, take them to the basement and hide behind a haystack...... Alas, that's where you can hide. ”

He called to the cook, "Also, let Noon's slacker and Al's stinky boy come back, and we'll disguise it...... Hey, knight, you? ”

While the mayor was commanding, Ian, who he thought had left just now, came to the door of the mayor's mansion.

Ian saw a team of twenty-five men in armor slowly approaching the village.

The Imperial Capital Guard, also known as the 'Imperial Capital Border Defense Guard', was created during the Flamelands War to prevent the entry of 'unsafe elements' from the bordering areas of the Imperial Capital Circle.

Later, the responsibility gradually shifted to internal security, but in general, the main functions did not deviate from their names.

The garrison was not equipped with heavy weapons or cannons, but was equipped with ordinary restraint net launchers and stunner-like equipment, and as soon as they entered the town, they began to search houses and check their temporary residence permits.

Less than a half of the people in Gard have temporary residence permits, about 500 have permanent residence permits, and the rest have either not applied for them or have expired.

Generally speaking, each family will have one to do it, and at this time they can come out to deal with it - the guard also knows that it will not make money if they push people in a hurry, so the requirements are not strict.

The team checked in turn, and the speed was very fast, and Ian, who was standing at the door of the mayor's house, was especially conspicuous and attracted attention.

But the guards in charge of the inspection were silent and tacitly bypassed him—around an entire area.

Although they didn't know who Ian really was and what kind of strength he had, being able to wear this kind of armor and be such a young sublimator was definitely not something they could provoke.

Especially since this is the area around the imperial capital, unless you are absolutely sure that the other party is an ordinary person, otherwise, it is better to be cautious.

The townspeople went into hiding, but they were always found, and no one in the house had temporary residence permits, and one by one the crying figures were driven out of their homes by members of the uniformed and armored garrison, and gathered behind the armor, their hands locked.

Later, they will be sent to the repatriation area and deported from the periphery of the imperial capital.

"Captain, I saw a group of people enter the old man's house......"

One of the members of the guard squinted his eyes and looked behind Ian, the mayor standing behind the door, and he whispered, "That's obviously a ...... without a temporary residence permit."

"Shut up, fool, do you think I can't see."

The captain raised his hand and motioned for everyone to stop checking.

He raised his eyebrows, carefully observing Ian's appearance, armor, and the inconspicuous Sun Eye insignia on the armor, and then his heart tightened in response to the news he had received from his superiors.

"Don't keep thinking about making such a small amount of money, is there a future?" After reprimanding the team, he stepped forward alone.

The captain stood in front of Ian and gave a junior military salute to the commander seriously: "Report to the sir, Fasha Keynes, the captain of the twenty-first team of the search brigade of the Lower Imperial Capital Guard!" ”

"The next action, please instruct!"