When Vader took off his patched coat and put on a brand new uniform, he felt warm all over. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The surface of the clothes is thick leather, and there is a cotton lining inside, which not only has the warmth of the leather clothing, but also does not lose the softness of the cloth.

Although its shape is similar to the uniform of the town hall, the color is very different - the bottom of the shirt and pants are all pure black, and the shoulders, neckline and cuffs are trimmed with white striped lace, which looks very striking. After the fifteen people put on their new uniforms and stood in a row again, they couldn't help but hold their chests higher.

"Yes," Carter smiled with satisfaction, "now you come with me." ”

There was still a light snow in the sky, and it was the first time Vader had seen snow fall since autumn. It also snows occasionally, but it stops for a day or two at most, and children often pile snow dolls on the side of the street, or roll them into snowballs and throw them around, so there is a saying that heavy snow days are a childhood holiday. However, it is very inconvenient for adults, as the snow can make shoes damp and moldy, the streets difficult to walk, the shops are unattended, and occasionally the roofs of houses can be crushed.

At such times, the patrol would never go out, and if they did, they would only go out to a tavern, where they would sit around the fireplace, drinking warm ale and flirting with the maids.

And all this is not seen in the border towns.

Every day, people clear the snow from the streets and sweep them to both sides - this is a long-term recruitment issued by the town hall, which can be paid daily or monthly, and it is considered a low-paying, fast-paying job.

There were many townspeople coming and going in the streets, some wearing straw hats and some cloaks, all busy with their work. If all the snow in the town is removed, it is no problem to say that it is 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 looked even busier than Golden Spike City, and if it weren't for the lack of towering churches and bell towers in the town, he really thought he wasn't staying in some big city.

Soon, the group came to the dock, there were more than ten sailboats parked in the Chishui River, and hundreds of people had gathered on the shore...... By the way, Vader thought that he had arrived in the town with the rest of the fugitives from the East.

"Report! These people are ......"

"Refugees from the south and north, in order to let them survive the winter safely, Your Highness specially sent someone to summon them to the border town. Your task is to assist the city hall in maintaining order, so that these people can line up and pass through the checkpoints one by one, and then quarantine and register. Carter commanded, "There are still few policemen, so there will be First Army soldiers to assist you, and after that, you will have to do this work independently." ”

"Yes!"

It doesn't sound difficult, it's no different than directing refugees to line up to receive porridge. Vader walked to the checkpoint and began to shout loudly, telling the people nearby to follow his command and come closer one by one.

"Where does your name come from, do you have anything you are good at, can you read words?"

Every fugitive who passes through the checkpoint is questioned by the city hall personnel and then roughly recorded. Vader knew that this was only a preliminary statistic, and that when everyone was settled, there would be further vetting and verification, and those with expertise would be prioritized for transfer to the inner city, a process he had already experienced firsthand.

Suddenly, there was a commotion behind him, and Vader turned around to see a man in a fluffy robe, protected by a group of guards, coming to the docks. The long flying grey hair identified him as the local lord, His Highness Roland Wimbleton. In addition, there are several Chinese costume personnel standing next to him, who should be the head of the city hall.

He didn't expect His Royal Highness to brave the wind and snow to come to inspect these refugees in person, which surprised Vader a little, and few nobles were willing to leave the warm bed early in the morning in the cold season, especially when there were servants to take care of everything.

"My name is Mane, Northlander, um...... I'm good at, good at farming. Illiterate. ”

"Farming?" the town hall official ticked the box on the record sheet, "Okay, you can go over." ”

At this moment, Vader noticed that the other party glanced in the direction where His Royal Highness the Prince was standing as he passed through the checkpoint, and there was no trace of awe in his eyes, which was completely different from the eyes of ordinary civilians.

"Wait. He subconsciously spoke.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you a farmer? When should winter wheat be planted?"

The city hall official also looked at him, his face a little impatient, "It's just a preliminary registration now, and I don't have time to discern whether they are telling the truth one by one." Didn't Master Carter explain the process to you? You just have to help me keep order. ”

Hearing what the other party said, the man immediately closed his mouth.

What an idiot!" Vader frowned, ignoring it, "You don't speak like a northerner, but a bit like the accent of the central kingdom, and you're from that town in the Northlands? ”

Mane hesitated, but still didn't answer.

"And your outfit, if you don't freeze to death in the Northland, your fingers should be frozen, and it's below freezing all year round. Vader grabbed his right hand, "Where's your glove? don't tell me you went to the border town and found it warmer, so you threw it away." ”

Now the checkpoint staff also heard that something was wrong, and if they lied that they were good at something, they might even want to get better treatment, and it would be strange to hide their origins. "Where the hell are you from?"

Mane gritted his teeth, suddenly took out a red pill from his arms, slapped it into his mouth, and yelled, "You all get out of here!"

Vader suddenly felt that the other party's wrist was getting hot, and he reflexively wanted to push his mane to the ground, but found that even if he used all his strength, the other party still did not move. Then Mane and Arm flicked, and Vader felt his whole body fly.

He fell to the ground with a burning pain coming from behind him. Damn, the wound was ruptured, he spat out, shook his somewhat dizzy head, rolled over and got up, his mane long gone.

Four or five more outcasts sprang out of the crowd, and their movements were as swift as the beasts outside the city walls, and in a few steps they climbed over the makeshift railing erected by the town hall and ran straight towards His Royal Highness.

The purpose of this gang could not be more obvious, that is, to target the high-ranking officials and lords of the border towns.

Thinking of the strange power of the mane, Vader could almost imagine the scene of His Royal Highness the Prince's personal guards being torn apart by them on the spot, and even the Prince himself could not escape.

However, none of this happened.

He soon heard a series of ping-pong sounds—just like the soldiers on the city walls fought against the beasts.

White smoke rose in front of the prince.

The mane's head turned into a burst of blood in the smoke.

. (To be continued.) )