Over the next few days, Dragon Ascending Town was like a pot of water brought to a boil, bubbling and steaming.
Before dawn, long lines had already formed outside the City Lord's Mansion.
Those signing up to repair the docks, those signing up to build gun batteries, those signing up to construct the academy, and those signing up to enlist—the crooked lines all squeezed together, stretching from the mansion gates all the way to the end of the street, blocking the entire bluestone-paved road so tightly that not even water could get through.
Some people had arrived in the middle of the night, wrapped in ragged cotton jackets as they dozed against the base of the wall, waiting to squeeze to the very front as soon as the sky brightened.
There were farmers who had rushed over from dozens of li away, carrying dry rations and water flasks, prepared to spend the entire day in line. There were also a few merchants from Snow Spirit City standing outside the lines, craning their necks and peering around, wanting to see if they could fish out some benefits from this.
The City Guard's recruitment station was the liveliest.
Less than half an hour after the notice was posted, all the slots were filled.
Six hundred slots, and more than two thousand people had signed up.
Shui Ruolin stood behind the table at the recruitment station, shouting "line up properly" at the top of his lungs for the whole morning until his voice went hoarse.
"One at a time! Don't push! Push again and you'll be disqualified!"
His left arm was still wrapped in bandages, but his spirits were much better than they had been a few days ago.
Yesterday, Xiao Yun had given him a set of purple armor, saying it was