Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

The train clanged slowly into the central station, accompanied by a harsh brake squeak, Dave and his fellow countryman holding his sister stumbled out of the train in the crowd.

Woo——

The huge metal train behind them whistled, as if to give a warm welcome to these newcomers.

"This... is this Spark City?"

Looking at the crowded and busy scene in front of them, everyone who just got off the train was stunned. None of them were country bumpkins living in remote areas. After all, they were people from the surrounding areas of the old capital. Before they really arrived at Spark City, their guesses were mostly based on the prosperity of Jinhui City.

But they still underestimated this rumored wasteland city - just the "central station" where the train stopped in front of them, the area was already very large, and the people coming and going were more than the busiest dock in the old capital.

In addition to the train they were on, there were two other tracks extending from other directions, indicating that the train's transportation route was not just between Grizzly Castle and Spark City.

The spacious platform was clearly divided on both sides. One side was the area where passengers got on and off the train, and the other side was filled with carts for loading and unloading goods, as well as many strangely shaped metal devices - some looked similar to camels and horses, and some had several more mechanical legs.

"Look, those mechanical guys can move by themselves! They... they can actually help people pull goods!"

"My God, are these living things? They look like cast iron!"

Dave stood on tiptoe, trying to get a good look at those moving metal monsters from the crowd, but he heard the loud shouts of the leading municipal official.

"All new immigrants in the old capital come to me! Next, I will lead you to complete identity verification and registration. Don't leave the team without permission. If you walk out of the central station without identity proof, you will be arrested by the patrol in less than half an hour!"

Patrol? They will capture refugees without identity in the city... That should be similar to the city defense patrol team in the capital. I dare not offend these guys, and I have to be careful to avoid them in the future.

Dave thought secretly in his heart, but his footsteps followed the large group to the station hall involuntarily. After entering, he found that there were dozens of small cabins on one side of the hall. A group of city hall officials in dark blue uniforms came over and asked them to line up and enter the small room in turn to complete the identity verification and registration procedures.

Dave looked at the team behind him, which was extended one after another. At a glance, there were more than a thousand people. Recruiting refugees at one time could accommodate such a large number. Such a scene would be dwarfed by the porridge relief ceremony held in the Glorious Cathedral during the winter famine around the capital.

The fellow villager held his sister's hand tightly and whispered nervously: "Dave, what are these small rooms and checkpoints for? Do they collect city entry taxes?"

This was heard by a uniformed official passing by, who quickly explained enthusiastically: "There is no such thing as a city entry tax in Xinghuo City, and there is no head tax... In fact, there is no obvious tax collection. Only when you find a job will the city hall deduct a tiny amount from your salary as taxes."

Isn't it the usual method used by the city guards to extort outsiders? It's a real identity review and registration!

Dave quickly winked at his fellow villager, and the other party put the purse in his hand back into his arms with a sense of relief.

A middle-aged official who was obviously of a higher rank came over and chuckled, saying, "Don't worry, everyone. The following are normal registration procedures for entering the city. As long as you abide by the laws of the North, no one dares to extort a penny from you."

The fact is indeed as he said. When it was Dave's turn in the queue, the official in charge of identity verification in the small room looked extremely tired, but his attitude was relatively gentle. After briefly asking about his hometown, surname and past experience, he stamped a blank card half the size of a palm, and then asked him to stick out his finger and prick it to smear the blood on the surface of the card.

"This is your temporary ID card. Carry it with you and don't lose it. If you lose it accidentally... you must go to the identity registration office of the city hall to reissue it on the same day, otherwise you will be taken to the police station for a few days in vain if the patrol officer checks you."

It's another patrol officer... Dave's heart tightened, and he quickly held the card tightly in his palm, intending to put it in the inner pocket of his most intimate clothes later.

When he walked out of the cubicle, many people who had obtained temporary ID cards like him were slowly gathering towards the other end of the hall. On a temporary platform, a blue-clad official was holding a loudspeaker and explaining something at the top of his lungs.

"With a temporary ID card, you can go with me to the temporary shelter apartment outside the east gate later. Someone will be responsible for arranging a temporary residence for you."

Many people widened their eyes and said in disbelief and surprise: "Arrange a residence... Yes, a free house to live in?"

"Yes, everything promised when we recruited you is valid! Free housing will be provided until one month after you officially start working, and similarly... free food will be provided until you get your first salary."

The recruitment notice issued by the Jinhui City Hall was not a clumsy trick to trick them into coming to the North... It was all true!

Dave was delighted and gathered with his fellow villagers to discuss, "Great, I thought I would find a street or bridge hole to stay for the night tonight, and then look for a job recruitment place tomorrow!"

"So... there are really ready-made jobs waiting for us? I heard the salary is also very generous!"

The migrant workers from the southern border who gathered together immediately swept away the fatigue and confusion brought by the hardships of the journey, and excitedly surrounded the municipal officials, and began to ask about the arrangements for the future.

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After a group of migrant workers in the capital completed their identity registration, they lined up in a sparse long queue and slowly walked towards the outside of the central station under the leadership of more than ten blue-clad officials along the way. The temporary shelter apartment, like the central station, was built outside the east gate of Xinghuo City. Strictly speaking, it was not considered to be in the city.

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But after arriving at the temporary shelter area, Dave and others were once again shocked by the scene in front of them and were speechless...

It was not the simple and dilapidated shelter sheds as expected, but a row of two-story gray buildings, densely built close to the city wall. There were even regular drainage ditches dug in front of the houses, and even the crisscrossing roads were paved with cobblestones and compacted.

This is no different from the houses where those wealthy families in the inner city of the capital live. The only thing that can be criticized... is probably that the color is too single and the shape is not complicated enough.

"Brother Dave, can we really live in such a house?" The young sister of the same village timidly pulled Dave's clothes and asked carefully.

Before Dave answered, a loud voice came from the loudspeaker next to him.

"The corresponding house number is marked on the back of your temporary ID card. If you can't read... you can find any city hall official to ask for help. I will come back tomorrow morning to inform everyone to go to the city to sign the employment contract!"

The scene was noisy, and almost everyone could faintly smell the aroma of food... At the intersection of the streets not far away, there was a semi-open shop with a huge wooden sign hanging on the top of the shop.

Some outsiders who could barely read squinted their eyes and looked over, muttering unconsciously.

"Temporary... shelter... relief... canteen..."