The capital of the Holy Empire.

The huge island floating in the air is rejected by outsiders.

If you approach rashly, you will be besieged by dozens of guardian dragons around you.

The only way to get here is to enter through the dedicated access to the town of Columb below.

The so-called specialized passage is, rather, a space portal that only opens once a day.

However, even if the portal is opened once a day, the number of people used is very small.

The nobles went directly to the imperial capital under the guidance of the dragon, and this passage was more for civilians.

There are tens of millions of people living on the island, and life, happiness, illness and death happen every day, especially when the island is strictly planned. There is no way to survive in anger or vitality, so that the people living there live a very short life span, and often a minor illness will take away their lives. This kind of thing leads to this teleportation port, which is more of a passage for dead people. The dead civilian corpses are not qualified to be buried on the imperial capital. They arrive from the island through two-way portals and are buried in the surrounding hillsides.

Over time, there was one more job in Column City, which was to carry the body.

Some people say that the hillside closest to the town of Colum has hundreds of thousands of dead bones.

Such words are not exaggerated at all. Although someone cleans up every once in a while, they will also be supplemented every once in a while.

In the town of Colum, the leader in carrying the corpses was a guy named Rebs, and his workers often called him in the name of Old Rebs.

At this moment, Lao Lei was in trouble.

Just recently, the worker responsible for transporting the bodies to the suburbs encountered an accident.

While digging the soil layer, more than a dozen died accidentally due to the sliding of the soil slope.

This accident is also the reason for Lao Lei's trouble.

The new corpses are still being delivered one after another.

Because of the decrease in the number of people in forest time, the work assigned to each person has increased. The processing has been carried out continuously for several days, and the workers under his command can no longer continue to be loaded.

However, the nobles don't care whether you have done your best or not. They only pay attention to whether you have completed their tasks.

If you complete the task, if you fail to complete it, it is a punishment. When you state the "how difficult" to the nobles, he may also use "this is the reason for giving you a reward". Give your subordinates a prize, and naturally, when a problem occurs, you need to solve it yourself.

Lao Lei had no choice but to come to the city gate and recruit workers at this place where the crowds were flowing.

The guards around them walked away several steps in disgust, but in fact, the reactions of the residents around them were not that bad.

His long-term work of moving corpses caused a stench to emit a stench in his body. Even if it was covered with spices and rouge, it still did not have a good effect. In addition to the stench, another reason is that the work of moving corpses was regarded as an unlucky job.

The imperial capital was yearned for heaven by people living in the town of Columbia. Under the description of the nobles, the civilians in the town of Columbia were looking forward to life there, and how lucky the people who could live there were! But they lost such opportunities because of their illness. If they thought so, they were undoubtedly the dirt abandoned by this lucky place in the capital.

In other words, they are unfortunate, and misfortune is spread to the civilians who have not worked in this job.

Rebs obviously expected the reactions of the residents.

Those who really work in this job are people who are not easy to live, or are forced to do it because of difficulties in supporting their families.

Although it is dirty and tiring, the same salary is very attractive, with five gold coins per month. With the consumption level of Column Town, ten gold coins are enough to live a family of three for a year. On average, residents' income is about thirty coins per year, and the income of workers carrying corpses is twice as high as the average. If it weren't for the misfortune spread in this town, such income would not be difficult to recruit workers.

Rebs didn't say much, but just took out the signboard to place it.

"Recruiting people to move corpses, earning five gold coins per month."

No conditions were written other than that.

Even a sixty-year-old man was willing to recruit him.

After all, there are too many jobs that can be allocated.

It doesn’t take much effort to organize the body bag and tie the bag mouth, but it also requires time and energy.

But even so, no one cares about it.

In fact, most of the people who can recruit have already been recruited. Others are either worried about misfortune or not meeting the conditions, which is also the reason why Rebs is worried about it.

Just as Rebs lowered his head and sighed, a sudden voice came over.

"Do you have wine here?"

Rebs raised his head.

A man with a bright and beautiful appearance and aristocratic than a nobleman stood in front of him.

"You... want to do this job?" he asked uncertainly.

If the man in front of him told him that he came from the imperial capital above, he would believe it without question.

His aristocratic temperament was even more serious than the count who was responsible for him.

"No? I have no money for alcohol, I have to save some work through work. But I am better at telling stories than transporting, and I am the bard Ranfrik."

"Barrien?"

Rebs naturally also heard the name of the bard.

Many operas that the nobles spent were written by bards, who were like novelists and songwriters, bringing entertainment to the nobles.

In this world, there are often two types of people who are engaged in the bard industry. One is the rogue whose hometown was destroyed and who had to wander. The other is the aristocrat who yearns for freedom and set foot in this industry.

Rebs believes that Ranfrik is obviously the latter.

It is not realistic to count on a guy with fine skin and tender flesh to help him carry the body, but at least he can still tie ropes or something.

"There are special wines, but the quality of the wine is not very good." Rebs reminded in kindness.

"Just have wine." Ranfrik smiled, "In such a big city, I can't find a bar. This city is really...."

The city of Columbia is the city below the imperial capital.

Although it is not in the imperial capital, it is also a nearby town.

In order to decorate the storefront, the Earl in charge here deliberately eliminated industries such as taverns.

"Will you tie a bag?"

Ranfrik nodded, "Actually, I can carry the body, too."

"I'll take you to get to know the work first," Rebs said.

Ranfrik pointed to the sign that was still here and asked, "Don't you take it away?"

"I have to come back to recruit people if I have a place. There will be no big problem with the sign here, and no one is willing to take this thing."

In the eyes of others, things that are contaminated with their breath are bad luck.

It's too late to hide, how could it be possible to steal?
Chapter completed!