Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

At the refugee shelter outside the eastern wall of the Pioneer Territory, thousands of plague refugees from the southern border lined up to undergo a very special registration for entering the city under the guidance of the defense soldiers and police officers.

As the first batch of refugees from the wilderness to be taken in by the Lord, the deputy chief steward of the City Hall, Orange Pi, naturally knew clearly that these hard-won laborers were extremely important wealth. In order to cure them of the plague and bring them back to the northern territory, the Lord spent a lot of money and manpower, and even sent those strong soldiers of the Northern Army to the south of the mountains in person, risking the risk of invading other noble territories at will, and brought them back safely.

For nearly a month, the military subsidies for more than a thousand soldiers of the territory who went out on missions, the overtime wages of the territory hospital, the maintenance and repair costs of the war beasts and alchemy camels that transported refugees, and the fuel consumption of magic vehicles such as magic vehicles, after the statistical list came out, it was so painful that Orange Pi couldn't sleep well at night.

Not to mention the free distribution of food, medicine, and warm clothes for the nearly 5,000 refugees in the shelters on the city walls during this period, as well as the large amount of salary paid for recruiting them to participate in the construction of new residential areas in the territory.

If it weren't for the fact that the harvest season was approaching, the territory harvested several times more food than in previous years, and received a generous export income from plague medicine at the beginning of the month, I'm afraid the monthly financial statements of the city hall would have directly shown a deficit.

After all, although the gold and yuan banknotes circulating in the territory are printed, the purchase of imported materials from abroad requires real money and silver. The two essentially need to correspond to each other, and gold and silver coins are used as the foundation of the territory's economic system.

After the refugees were taken back, in order to prevent the recurrence of the epidemic from spreading to the territory, the lord decided to temporarily build a temporary shelter outside the city to let them isolate and adapt for a period of time, and then move into the city in batches after the new housing is completed.

The tedious and huge statistical work of registering refugees entering the city naturally fell on the shoulders of the City Hall - to be more precise, it fell on Orange Pi, who was responsible for the population management of the territory.

Almost all of his dozens of officials and apprentices went out to command the Construction Department to set up wooden sheds and grilles at the gates of the eastern section of the city wall to classify and count the identity information of these refugees who were about to enter the city and enter them into the archives.

There were five channels for registration and inspection. At the end of each grille channel, a simple wooden shed was set up, and several City Hall officials responsible for registration and issuing identity documents were arranged.

"Name...age...where is your hometown?"

"What was your previous occupation? I mean, what did you do in the past? Farming or craftsman?"

"Are you alone or have a family? How many people are there in your family? Do you have any family members left in your hometown?"

The official in charge of registration asked repeatedly in an orderly manner, and soldiers outside the shed kept shouting with loudspeakers: "You need to register your identity to enter the city. No one is allowed to conceal or deceive the officials responsible for information registration. If any false information is found, they will be immediately expelled from the country or sentenced to labor in the mining area..."

"I am...a gardener." A middle-aged man with gray hair walked carefully to the registration office, "I can't do anything except tending flowers and plants. Does the lord need someone like me? Please don't send me back to the southern border. My family died in the plague..."

The refugees who lined up to register and waited to enter the city kept whispering in private. It seemed that the wasteland lord preferred farmers who engaged in planting and craftsmen who could make weapons for him. Refugees who reported these two occupations were taken away from the registration point first and sent directly into the city.

"Gardener?" The young city hall official looked up and was a little stunned. In the ID card box next to him, different grids were stacked with thick stacks of blank ID cards that had not yet been "blood-recognized". The grids were written with more than ten professional identities such as farmer, blacksmith, carpenter, stonemason, miner, weaver, doctor, coachman, etc., but there was no gardener.

After all, this was a job that only served the manors and villa gardens of noble lords, which was rare in the northern wilderness.

Orange Peel, who was patrolling back and forth, immediately discovered the problem here and came over to ask: "What's your name? Can you read?"

The middle-aged man paused, rubbed his hands awkwardly and said: "My Lord... My name is Neil, I can read... but not many."

Orange Peel nodded and took out a blank ID card without any occupation marked, "It's OK to be able to read, come... stretch out your hand."

He quickly took a drop of blood with a repeatedly disinfected metal probe and smeared it on the blank ID card. The middle-aged man was surprised to find that the palm-sized piece of paper immediately emitted a faint white light.

Orange Peel handed the ID card to the man, and said to the soldier standing by: "Special professional talent, and literate, send him to the hospital in Lord Egno's territory, he may get a job in the magic potion plantation."

"Okay, next..."

The young apprentices following Orange Peel couldn't help but whispered: "Teacher, what if they make up an identity and sneak into the city to cheat for jobs and housing benefits?"

Orange Peel snorted and laughed, took out an ID card with his name on it from his pocket, and waved it in his hand.

"Each of you has changed this new version of your ID card. It should be clear that this not only records the name, age and occupation, but also adds the place of residence and number in the future. And only if you hold it in your hand, you will have it. Special luminous effect…”

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Even if someone cheated the staff when he entered the city and actually entered the city with his ID card and got a fixed job, he would soon be exposed because he had no actual work experience. Then the police department's The police officers immediately rushed into his home based on the address on his ID and arrested him.

"At that time, these people will be sent directly to the mining area to serve for three to five years of labor, such free labor that does not even have to be paid for wages. The mining area manager wishes to come a little more, and he may wake up in his dreams. Bar……"

Moreover, in the future, whether you buy a house, receive a job salary, or enjoy a holiday benefit, you will need a certificate. You cannot impersonate or make it easy. Even if you go out and linger on the street at night, you may encounter patrol at any time. If the police officer cannot find out the document that can luminously prove his identity on the spot, he will be immediately handcuffed and sent away.

At the trainee apprentices whom she taught herself, Orange Pi couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "The invention and application of this identity document has provided incredible convenience and benefits for the work of our city hall... Believe me , you will definitely feel deeply in your future work! ”