Horn climbed up the high ground and leaned against the cedars to look out into the town in the distance.

It was a medieval town built against the river. Outside the town was surrounded by a circle of three-person stone walls. The houses inside the walls were dense, and the fish-sized tiles and flowing river water shone brightly in the autumn, looking peaceful and peaceful.

"Finally arrived, Deer Antler Town."

He raised his hand and set up a sunshade to look at the town gate. A small group of people gathered in front of the town gate. That should be the destination of his trip - the refugee registration point.

Horn's eyes flashed, and he urgently needed a legal identity.

Hope everything goes well.

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"Name?"

“Hone.”

"age?"

"Eighteen years old."

"Origin?"

"Oriental Kingdom Alliance, Falling Leaf City."

"Loose Leaf City?"

The refugee registrant looked up at the young refugee standing in front of the table. He was medium-sized and thin, with a straight facial features, and smiled and showed a neat white teeth, but his clothes were dirty, which was a bit in line with his sunny and handsome temperament.

As for escaping, it is understandable that you are sloppy, but Luoye City cannot understand that.

"I heard that Luoye City was surrounded by rebels in the middle of the night and was burned, and no one survived. How did you escape?" The refugee registrant stared into the handsome guy's eyes.

Horn was ready to speak: "On the night when the rebels siege, I happened to hunt wild boars in the forest and luckily escaped."

Hunting wild boars?!

The registrant couldn't help but look at the young man a few more times. The young man had a good temperament: "Aristocrat?"

"Little businessman."

"Is there anything that can prove your identity?" The Register smiled and said, "Don't tell me that I didn't bring it out when I fell in the city."

Horn was possessed by the actor, his face felt bitter: "You really got it."

"I said, Horn~," the registrant leaned back and changed to a more comfortable sitting position: "As long as you don't have a certificate of identity, there are no other survivors in Luoye City who can guarantee you. It's hard for me to go through the naturalization procedures for you."

The registrant spoke with great righteousness, but Horn still noticed the greed flashing in his eyes, and he was delighted: There is a chance!

"Sir, it's not easy for me to come here all the time. Please let me go for a convenience," said Horn, shaking his clothes.

Ding Ding Ding ~.

Hearing the wonderful notes of gold coins burst out, the registerer smiled and the greed in his eyes became unconcealed, but if he agreed like this, he would inevitably look ugly.

"What are you doing? Want to bribe me! I'm not the kind of person you think!"

What's wrong?!

As a female cousin, she still wants to set up a archway?!

Horn was disdainful, but the smile on his face became brighter. After all, people had to bow their heads under the roof.

He pointed to the warm setting sun in the sky: "You may have misunderstood. I just saw you working hard for us refugees under the scorching sun. You can't help but want to contribute your wishes. Besides, how can civilized people be called bribes!"

"Ahem! Since you are so sincere, I will make an exception to help you."

The fat headed and big eared registrant smiled and his body leaned forward, stretched out his index finger and hooked it. The meaning was self-evident - bring your "sincerity"!

Horn quickly looked around and found a bunch of gangsters not far from the town gate. He took out the small cloth bag on the inside of his clothes and handed it to the registrant.

The registrant took the purse and weighed it. He estimated that there were fifty gold coins in the bag, equivalent to five healthy oxen, and he was satisfied with accepting the gold coins.

Horn took out five more gold coins and placed them on the table.

"You know a lot," the registrant looked up at Horn and put five gold coins into the small wooden box next to him. This was the naturalization tax handed over to the treasury.

Take money and do things for others.

As for not doing anything with money, the registrant would not do this. It was not that he had good cultivation, but that if he dared to do this, the smiling young man in front of him could immediately take out a knife.

Many "black households" are outlaws. They take advantage of the opportunity of the empire to absorb refugees and relax naturalization restrictions to take advantage of the situation and obtain legal status.

Under Horn's gaze, the registrant took out a booklet and wrote it with a geese brush dipped in ink. After writing it, he took out the seal and stamped it with a blue Western dragon head emblem the size of a cup. This is the emblem of the Pompeii Empire and also a magic secret seal for anti-counterfeiting.

"Congratulations, Mr. Horn, you are now a glorious imperial free citizen, but I need to remind you," the fat registrant held the booklet in his hand, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and the words "warning" were written on his face: "The Pompeii Empire is not an ordinary country! Understand?!"

"I understand! I understand! Of course I understand!" Horn felt very wronged: "Sir! I am a good citizen!"

The registrant didn't even believe his words, but gave him the booklet.

Horn happily took the booklet and bent down and bowed down: "Thank you very much, kind-hearted adult, I hope that high blood pressure and diabetes will favor you."

The fat registrant pinched his double chin and wrinkled the fat meat into the word "chuan".

Hypertension and diabetes?

Which god is this?

On the other hand, Horn walked towards the town gate, checking the Liberal Certificate while walking. After turning and confirming it, he was excited - with this alien version of his ID card, he finally didn't have to wander in the wilderness!

God knows how much sin he has suffered since he traveled through time!

Half a month ago, Horn was just an ordinary college student on Blue Star. When he woke up, he traveled to this world called Noah.

The original owner of his body was a human wizard apprentice named Wells. He was chased for murdering a nobleman, but he was found to be killed. He ended up falling into a torrent and drowned.

The time traveler inherited his body and his pot.

With the blame for murdering the nobles, Horn did not even dare to enter the village.

As soon as the authorities were in turmoil, a large number of civilians fled to the Pompei Empire. He mingled into the refugee team and came to the Pompei Empire. He decided to change his appearance and used the name of Blue Star again, which led to the emergence of Deer Antler Town.

As Horn walked towards the town gate, the gangsters sitting on the ground chatting also stood up, following the target not far away.

Seeing something strange, Horn turned around and stared at the gangsters, his scalp tingling when he looked at the dead.

Since his time travel, he has been wandering in the wilderness, experiencing many life and death crises, fighting wild wolves, killing monsters, and killing bad refugees, which gives him a wonderful aura.

The gangsters were intimidated by their aura and stood there in a daze, rolling their Adam's apple and slowly retreating.

It was indeed a group of mice that could not get on the table.

Horn knows who these gangsters are. They are members of the Grey Squirrel Gang, a gangster in Deer Gang Town. They usually make a living by bullying the lower-class civilians. Recently, they have made the idea of ​​refugees. Except for a boss who is a little capable, the rest of the Grey Squirrel Gang is not worth mentioning.

Yes, he has a certain understanding of Deer Antler Town.

Whenever he went to a strange place, he was used to asking for information from the people he met along the way, making plans before taking action.

The old vegetable grower outside the town also told him that there is a good tavern in the civilian area - the Drunkard House, which can be used as a temporary site.

Horn showed the newly obtained Liberty Certificate to the guards at the gate of the town and was approved for passage.

This is the first time he has entered a town since he traveled through time.

Stepping on the stone road under the setting sun, Horn walks with wind and looks around along the main road of Deerjiao Town.

There are many shops on both sides of the street, including weapons stores with bows, arrows, cross swords and other weapons, clothing stores with various clothing, and a choking smell of leather products in the shops...

Lujiao Town has a good geographical location, next to the Whispering Forest, not far from the Modern Underground Passage, and its business is very prosperous.

The Sorrow Forest is a giant primeval forest spanning the north and south of the Noah Continent. It is also a long-lasting adventure holy place, a ruin of lost elf civilization, a wide variety of extraordinary beasts, precious medicinal materials, and stories of getting rich overnight stirring the adventurers' nerves.

The modern underground passage is the only passage connecting the Pompei Empire and the Eastern Alliance. If Baiyan City had not had the better geographical location and attracted most caravans, Lujiao Town would have long been renamed Lujiao City.

Horn felt something was wrong as he walked, and he felt that someone was following him and had bad intentions.

Chasing here?!

Impossible! A viscount is not that powerful!
Chapter completed!