When Vader took off his patched coat and put on a brand new uniform, he felt his whole body become warm.
The surface of the uniform was made of thick leather, and the inside was lined with cotton, which not only kept the leather warm, but also retained the softness of the cloth. Just these materials alone were probably worth several silver royals.
Although the style was similar to the City Hall uniform, the color was very different. The bottom color was pure black, and the shoulders, collar, and cuffs were inlaid with white stripes, which looked very eye-catching. After the fifteen people put on the new uniform and stood in a row again, they couldn't help but puff out their chests a little more.
"Not bad." Carter smiled with satisfaction. "Now, follow me."
At this time, the sky was still lightly snowing. This was the first time that Vader had seen snow fall continuously since autumn. Occasionally, it would snow in Valencia, but it would stop after one or two days at most. Children often piled up snow dolls on the streets, or rolled them into snowballs and threw them here and there. Therefore, there was a saying that snowy days were childhood festivals. However, it was very inconvenient for adults. The accumulated snow would make shoes wet and moldy, it would be difficult to walk on the streets, and the shops would be closed off. Occasionally, the snow would crush the roofs of the houses.
At this time, the patrol would definitely not go out. If they did go out, they would find a tavern and sit around the fireplace, drinking warm ale and flirting with the maids.
However, none of this could be seen in Border Town.
Every day, there would be people clearing the snow on the streets and sweeping it to the sides. This was a long-term recruitment job issued by the City Hall, which could be paid daily or monthly. It could be considered a job with low returns but quick money.
Many townspeople came and went on the streets. Some of them wore straw hats, while others wore cloaks. All of them were busy with their own work. If all the snow in the town was removed, it wouldn't be a problem to say that it was summer.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Vader wouldn't have believed that a small town on the border of the kingdom could be even busier than Valencia. If it weren't for the fact that there were no towering churches and bell towers in the town, he would really think that he was in a big city.
Soon, the group arrived at the pier. There were more than ten sailboats anchored in the Redwater River, and hundreds of people had already gathered on the shore. This scene seemed familiar. Yes, Vader remembered that this was also the scene when he and the other Eastern Region refugees arrived at the town.
"Report who are these people?"
"Refugees from the south and the north, in order to let them safely survive the winter, His Highness specially sent people to summon them to Border Town. Your task is to assist the City hall in maintaining order. Let these people line up and pass through the checkpoint one by one, then go through the quarantine and registration. " Carter instructed, "Currently, there are not many policemen, so the First Army will assist you. In the future, you will have to complete this task independently."
"Yes!"
It did not sound difficult. It was no different from ordering refugees to line up for porridge. Vader walked to the front of the checkpoint and began to shout loudly. He wanted the people nearby to listen to his commands and gather around him.
"Where did you get your name from? Is there anything you're good at? Can you read?"
Every fugitive who passed through the checkpoint would be questioned by the City hall staff, and then roughly recorded down. Vader knew that this was only the preliminary statistics. After everyone had settled down, there would be a further examination and verification. Those who had specialties would be given priority to be transferred to the inner city. He had personally experienced this process once.
Suddenly, there was a commotion behind him. Vader turned his head and saw a man dressed in a fluffy robe arrive at the pier under the protection of a group of guards. His flying long gray hair indicated his identity. He was the local lord, His Highness Roland Wimbledon. In addition, there were a few people dressed in luxurious clothes standing beside him. They should be the leaders of the City hall.
Vader did not expect that His Highness would brave the wind and snow to personally inspect this batch of refugees. This surprised him slightly. During the bitter cold season, few great nobles were willing to leave their warm beds early in the morning, especially when there were servants taking care of everything.
"My name is Mane, a Northerner. Yes, I'm good, good at farming. I can't read. "
"Farming?" The City hall official ticked the corresponding box on the registration form. "Alright, you may go."
At this moment, Vader noticed that the other party glanced in the direction of His Highness as he passed through the checkpoint. There was not a trace of reverence in his eyes, which was completely different from the eyes of an ordinary commoner.
"Wait," Vader said subconsciously.
"What, what's wrong?"
"You're a farmer. When should winter wheat be sown?"
The City hall official also looked at him with a somewhat impatient expression. "This is only the preliminary registration. I don't have the time to determine if they are telling the truth one by one. Didn't Lord Carter explain the process clearly to you? You just need to help me maintain order. "
Hearing the other party's words, the man immediately shut his mouth.
What an idiot! Vader frowned and ignored him. "You don't sound like a Northerner. Instead, you sound like the accent of the central region of the kingdom. I'm very familiar with the town in the Northern Region."
Mane hesitated for a moment and still did not reply.
"And your attire. Even if you didn't freeze to death in the Northern Region, your fingers would have been frozen. The temperature there is below freezing all year round." Vader grabbed his right hand. "Where are your gloves? Don't tell me that you threw them away when you came to Border Town and found the temperature here to be warmer."
This time, the personnel at the checkpoint also realized that something was wrong. If he lied about being good at something, it might be because he wanted to get better treatment. However, it was very strange to hide his origins. "Where did you come from?"
Mane clenched his teeth and suddenly took out a red pill from his bosom. He slammed it into his mouth and roared, "All of you, get out of my way!"
Vader immediately felt that the other party's wrist had become boiling hot. He reflexively wanted to press Mane to the ground, but found that even if he used all his strength, the other party would not budge. Then, Mane raised his arm and Vader felt his whole body fly up.
He fell heavily to the ground and a burning pain came from his back. Damn it, the wound has split open. He spat out some saliva and shook his dizzy head. He turned over and got up, but Mane was no longer in his original position.
Four or five refugees scuttled out of the crowd. Their movements were as agile as the demonic beasts outside the city walls. With a few strides, they directly jumped over the temporary railings of the City Hall and ran straight towards His Royal Highness.
The purpose of this group of people could not be more obvious. They were after the high-ranking officials and the lord of Border Town.
Thinking of Mane's monstrous strength, Vader could almost imagine the scene of His Royal Highness' personal guards being torn to shreds on the spot. Even the prince himself would not be able to escape.
However, none of these things happened.
Very soon, he heard a series of banging sounds, similar to the situation when the soldiers on the city walls were fighting against the demonic beasts.
White smoke floated in front of the prince.
Mane's head turned into a splatter of blood in the smoke.
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