Chapter 363

Looking at the bustling crowd ahead, Wood nervously straightened his handsome little mustache once more.

He knew the gesture was unnecessary, and that it would only make him, already somewhat eye-catching, even more noticeable. But he simply could not stop himself from being nervous.

(Why? They're only recruiting refugee pioneers, so why is there actually a dragon stationed here? Why would a dragon come work in a human town? Shouldn't they be out there burning, killing, and looting? Could it be that I haven't woken up from sleep and am actually dreaming?)

He wanted to pinch himself to check, but restrained the impulse.

Pinching himself for no reason would be far too strange. He had to keep a low profile, keep a low profile!

Lowering his head, he took several deep breaths. At last, Wood suppressed the strange thoughts and impulses in his heart, and calm returned to his face.

He deliberately avoided looking at the dragon covered head to toe in thick, rounded scales, which lay sprawled on the ground in a listless half-asleep state. Instead, he focused only on the recruitment and registration of the refugees ahead of him.

"What's your name?"

"Big Tree, sir."

"Big Tree? Another Big Tree?"

"Yes, sir."

"Heavens! You're already the third Big Tree... Why can't you pick names that are different from everyone else's?"

"Sorry, sir."

"There's nothing for you to apologize for. Your parents named you, not you. Fine, Big Tree it is. I'll mark you down as Big Tree Number Three... This feels like the golems at school. Never mind, this will do. I suggest you make something of yourself and change your name later."

"Yes, sir."

"Stop calling me 'sir' all the time... Never mind, call me whatever you want. Everyone does it, and I'm used to it by