Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Outside the east gate of Xinghuo City, temporary shelter area.

The sun only had the last ray of afterglow floating on the top of the mountain. The towering city walls close at hand and the turbulent glacial river in the distance were all stained with brilliant gold.

Several relief canteens set up at the intersections of the temporary shelter area also exuded the tempting aroma of food on time.

"It's oatmeal porridge... but it must have meat added. I smell the meat!" Dave, who had been busy and hard all day, couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

His fellow villagers who rushed back to the shelter apartment before him were already standing in the queue to receive food. Seeing Dave was late, they jumped up and waved vigorously, "Dave! Dave! Come here!"

Dave shrank his neck and squeezed to the front. Although it was easy to anger the crowd by cutting in line like this, everyone would at most curse or push and shove, and would not fight because of it.

Because no matter how far down the list they were, the relief canteen always ensured that everyone could get enough food. Those responsible for distributing meals would even give an extra meal to some strong people who were doing heavy physical work.

Since everyone could eat their fill, there was no need to fight violently. Whether in the city or the shelter area, you could always see those half-human, half-mechanical monsters - the terrifying existence called security patrolmen.

Dave had seen with his own eyes a few days ago that a Fengyuan City resident who came a week later than them tried to harass a young girl who had fled from Montenegro Port after work in the evening... Before the girl's screams had stopped, the patrolman who suddenly rushed in from the street corner had already waved his terrible metal arm and twisted the unlucky man who was obsessed with sex and pressed him to the ground.

The creepy sound of the guy's arm being broken, Dave could hear it clearly from across the street, and his arm was probably completely broken.

Yes, innocent harassment and teasing others... even if they are low-status refugees, they will be sentenced to detention in Xinghuo City. If they are caught on the spot, they may suffer a broken arm at most if they cooperate obediently.

But if they really commit the serious crime of rape, they will live in a dark mine for the rest of their lives.

The laws of Xinghuo City are said to treat everyone equally regardless of their status. From the city hall manager under the city lord to the newly relocated refugees, as long as they violate local laws, they will be sent to the Ministry of Justice by the police department for trial. The final trial results will also be regularly announced in the large square in front of the city hall to warn and comfort the people in the city.

Although Dave was an illiterate peasant, he knew that robbery, murder, theft and rape were serious crimes that must not be committed. In addition, the city strictly prohibited the public promotion of church beliefs... He either didn't understand or couldn't remember any more of the laws and regulations. In order to avoid breaking the law for no reason due to ignorance, he had been living a two-point-one-line lifestyle since he got the work contract, only going back and forth between the factory and the shelter area outside the east gate, and never wandering around the city at will.

He didn't even dare to contact Benny, his childhood friend from the same hometown who was serving in the Northern Army, for fear that he would be labeled as a spy for spying on military intelligence if he broke into the military camp to look for someone.

In addition to his cautious character, there was another more important reason for his cautious life - the salary and benefits of the job he got were too generous.

Dave still remembers the first day when he was led into the city and came to a large workshop complex not far from the east gate, waiting anxiously for the so-called "interview" by municipal officials.

He was rejected several times because of illiteracy and short stature, and he was desperate... Who knew that when he came to a workshop called "Vegetable Canning Factory", he was lucky enough to be favored by the manager in charge of the workshop.

The work was not the heavy physical labor imagined, but standing next to a long iron track that would roll by itself, and sticking red, green and yellow labels on iron cans as big as sand bowls.

Standing for two hours, then you can rest for a quarter of an hour, then change the iron track and continue working for two hours... The work of half a day in the morning is completed, and then there is an incredible one-hour lunch break, and in the afternoon you can sit on a tall chair and do the same labeling work as in the morning.

What is the difference between this and lying down without working and eating and drinking for free and getting paid!

Moreover, the work contract clearly stated that he would receive a monthly salary of 60 gold yuan. After deducting his travel expenses and accommodation to the north, he could still get at least 50 gold yuan.

Dave was not very clear about the exchange value of gold yuan and ordinary silver and copper coins. After work, a kind local worker took him to a convenience market not far from the factory.

The rye bread that the lower-class people in the southern border usually eat was not sold at the market at all. The better quality barley bread could be bought for two pounds for one gold yuan, which was enough for a heavy manual laborer who carried a large bag at the dock all day to eat.

It was incredible that pork was sold for one and a half yuan, and smoked pork for two yuan... Fresh meat with better quality and flavor, such as chicken, duck, beef, and mutton, was mostly priced within five yuan. Because it was close to the glacier river, the price of fish was especially cheap... It was said that in the mid-winter when salmon were in season, fresh live fish in the convenience market were almost half sold and half given away!

Even those processed food stores that seemed to be crowded and extremely popular, the workers took Dave in for a walk and also told Dave kindly that even the most expensive southern seafood, wilderness game, local fine wine, and processed food with various rare spices, with his salary, he could pick one every month to enjoy in turn, and there was no need to be too frugal.

This was enough to make Dave, who was used to eating black bread in summer and autumn and eating bran cakes in winter and spring, so surprised that his mouth could not close.

Just half-standing and half-sitting in the workshop to label canned food for a month, he could actually live the life of an ordinary middle-class resident in the capital... If he hadn't experienced a long journey to get here, he would have thought he was suffering from hysteria.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

The coworker seemed to be used to seeing him, a bumpkin who had come from the southern border thousands of miles away... The more surprised and shocked Dave was, the higher the corner of his mouth curled up, as if he was very proud and enjoying Dave's attitude and reaction.

Before parting, the coworker patted Dave's shoulder, who was completely immersed in joy, and said softly: "Eating is the first priority, but if you don't want to live outside the city all the time, that kind of less than ten square meters but have to squeeze six people, and sleep on hard bunk beds... You must work hard and strive to get a regular job as soon as possible. After getting a formal work contract, you can go to the city hall to apply to move into the city."

The coworker's words sounded like the devil's temptation whisper, echoing in Dave's ears for a long time, "The worst living environment in the city is at least a two-bedroom bungalow, 20 to 30 square meters in size, with a bedroom, living room, bathroom, and small kitchen... You only need to pay less than half of your salary in rent, and you can live in it happily..."