Release that Witch

"Get in line and get out of the boat, don't push!" The Grey Fortress in black uniform shouted as he shuttled through the crowd. "Look at your number plate, find the corresponding check port after disembarking, and don't go in the wrong direction!"

Manfred, who had not recovered from the shock, was pushed by the crowd and boarded the long-lost deck.

The panoramic view of the busy port is in front of him.

It was definitely the largest harbor he had ever seen, and the long dock stretched along the coast and could not see the end. Unlike the impression of the wet and decaying port of the past, the ground is covered with a layer of white masonry that looks neat and clean. Ships of all sizes are constantly coming and going, even if the busiest harbour in the morning kingdom cannot be compared.

This should be a very spectacular sight. It can also be seen from the amazing tone of the surrounding people, but for him, it is only in the wrong and confused mind, adding a less critical one.

Manfred looked almost in three directions and looked at the direction of the ship. He hoped to see the figure again. This is almost a physical instinctive reaction, just like seeking evidence and comfort to show I am not caught in delusion.

It is a pity that until the embarkation of the trestle, those ridiculous things have never appeared again.

There was a sense of loss in his heart.

"Please take out your number plate and enter the respective checkpoints against the first three digits!" Many people on the dock shouted with strange metal, which seemed to have the ability to amplify the sound, even if the words were The noisy crowd also heard clearly. "After listening to the instructions of the receivers, complete the immigration check. Welcome to the Grey Fortress, welcome to be one of us!"

Manfred shook his head hard, forcing a happy distraction and focusing his attention.

It’s a strange way to meet – he can’t help but think that everyone here knows that they are not actively moving to the Grey Fort, and everything that Gray Castle has done in the wolf’s heart is also mandatory, but now listen. The other side said that he still felt a little peace of mind.

The towering rock wall suddenly collapsed here, forming a natural checkpoint, a densely migrating line of people, and the scores slowly passed through the inspection port. The crowds gathered on the docks alone, the number has exceeded 10,000, and the migrants obviously not only come from a wolf heart... can mobilize so many people in a short period of time and project the will of the rulers to the other three kingdoms. This is probably the best portrayal of the strength of the Grey Fort.

Suddenly, the team stopped moving forward, and Manfred heard a sigh of relief behind him.

Not only the outsiders, but even the black people who maintain order are surprised.

He turned his head and found that a huge sailless sea boat was slowly entering the port - it had a slender body, which was made of metal, and there were no exposed paddles on either side, towering and straight. The dry strings look very powerful. No matter where it is, such a ship must be the focus of attention. However, it is obvious that what really surprised the Grey Fort is not the big ship itself, but its state...

"Is this group crazy? Actually take the iron to build the ship!" Someone whispered around. "Don't they know that the iron will rust when it meets the water?"

"Maybe the king of the Grey Fortress just wants to show off his family... but the iron boat is really prestige. Before I saw the stone boat, I don't know that such a heavy thing can float on the water."

"What is the use of the prestige for ten days and a half? I used to run much at sea. I have never seen anything. The erosion ability of salt water is much more serious than you think. The general paint can't be protected for a long time. You see, This is the end of chaos."

Indeed, the steel ship is full of black and brown rust spots everywhere, the surface should be slick, the damage is very glaring, and the white pier is in stark contrast. The mast on the top of the head was even folded into several sections and was scattered on the front deck. Plus the slow movements when it is docked, it is like a sea beast that has entered the coveted years.

But the purpose of Roland Wimbledon’s manufacture of this ship is really just showing off?

Watching the group of black guards quickly opened a passage from the crowd for the sailors on board to pass, Manfred vaguely felt that things would not be that simple.

The turmoil subsided quickly and the team resumed its flow.

When it was his turn, the inspector simply checked the name and number and let him pass the level.

It was not until the 30-year-old individual that a man came forward. "I am Matt, the clerk of the Winterless Executive Office. I am responsible for your resettlement work for the time being. I believe that everyone must have many questions, don't worry, go live. On the way to the district, I will explain to you in detail. Now, please drink the purified water on the table here, it can cure the evil disease on your body - if not, it is also a sweet drink."

“Do you have to follow you?” Someone questioned, “We are now a member of the Grey Fort. Should we go where to go?”

"Only after you have obtained your ID card, you are the real leader." Matt shook his head. "For the average person, it takes one to two years of hard work, and during this time, the law of the Grey Fortress must not be violated. However, you are all special talents who have the skills to do so. You can become an official resident of the city as soon as you have a heart-warming review. But the adults responsible for the review do not always have time, and the number of applicants is large, so you have to wait for two more. Three days."

“Ask your heart? Isn’t it an identity?”

"When you have experienced it yourself, you know," Matt smiled. "Compared to your past, the review is more about your present and future. I also passed this review before becoming an executive clerk. Now Please come with me after drinking water-"

In all likelihood, the coach said, "There is no way to lie," Manfred thought.

Along the way, Matt did say a lot of questions that migrants are most concerned about, such as what kind of work they can do in the future, what kind of treatment they can get, etc... At least from the policy announced by the King of Grey Fort, The migrants and locals who have official status will not have any difference in treatment.

The other party also took examples of themselves and vividly described the mental journey from the initial uneasiness to the gradual adaptation, which made the mood of the people more stable.

Just as a group of people entered the temporary residential area in the suburbs, a shrill laughter suddenly caught everyone’s attention.

Manfred looked at the sound and saw a group of refugees dressed up in a man who surrounded a woman and kept approaching her. Many people around have noticed this scene, but none of them have stopped. Some people are still groping and even showing a look of eagerness.

Damn, how can you encounter such a thing anywhere...

He thought that no winter city would be different.

Manfred frowned. "Who is going to inform the black guards?"

According to Matt's previous introduction, the black man called the police replaced the original patrol. Although they did not know if they were reliable, there seems to be no better way.

However, no one has any action. "I advise you not to take care of yourself. Young people, we have to stay here for a few days before moving to the inner city."

"Yes, if you are hated by this kind of dregs, you will end up losing yourself."

"You--" He said to stop, and finally looked at Matt. "I will delay the time, and you will quickly call the person in charge of law and order!"

I didn't expect Matt to grab his hand and shook his head slightly.

Manfred’s heart suddenly burst into disappointment.

He slammed the other side and said one word at a time, "I thought you were different from other kingdoms - it was me wrong." Then he rolled up his sleeves and ran toward the crowd without looking back.