Chapter 818 669 Rectangular Black Object (No Protagonist)

In the north of Nagarond, in the makeshift military camp, the cold wind mixed with snowflakes swirled over the camp, revealing the unique atmosphere of the deep winter.

Fergal (Chapter 620), who was only fourteen years old, followed closely behind his mother Halina, curled up, holding his mother's tattered cloak tightly with both hands, as if trying to draw some warmth and security from it. Of course, although it was cold, he was not that cold. His behavior was more like a microcosm of his previous years. Before the army set out to attack Gorond, the cold clothes were distributed and allocated.

The team was very long, and there was almost no end in sight. The number of people in the queue was far more than he had imagined. They stood densely in the entire open space. There was a dead silence in the team, only the sound of the cold wind blowing through the robes.

The expressions on the faces of the soldiers were exactly the same, confused, confused, and even a little uneasy. No one told them why they had to line up, and no one explained where they were going. The military order simply asked them to assemble, line up, and wait.

Just a few hours ago, Fergal thought that today would be the same as usual. He and his mother were assigned to carry supplies on the Black Ark, or to cut wood and build temporary barracks. They are not warriors, at least not yet. They are just some new recruits with no combat experience who are arranged to do labor work.

It has been a month since the speech of the Hand of the Witch King.

In this month, Naggaroth has changed a lot.

The Witch Queen Morathi died, the Bride of Cain Helleben died, and a large number of prominent dignitaries were purged.

The ruling class of Naggaroth has undergone a major reshuffle. However, as the Hand of the Witch King said, they were pardoned, and everything had nothing to do with these low-level soldiers. They did not participate in the Battle of Gorond, nor did they set foot in the city of Har Gansi. They were just small people living in Naggaroth, doing trivial work in Naggaroth, waiting for the arrangement of fate.

But today, they were gathered together, asked to line up, and asked to wait.

Where are they going? What are they going to do? No one knows.

Halina, Fergal's mother, was in front of her son. She leaned forward slightly, like an invisible wall, silently blocking her son from his unknown fate and the whistling cold wind.

She didn't understand why she had to line up, nor did she know what was waiting for her. She had no choice and couldn't refuse. All she could do was stand straight as much as possible and try to hide her fear when facing the unknown.

The team moved forward slowly, and time became blurred, as if frozen by ice and snow.

Is it an hour? Or two hours?

Halina couldn't tell, she only knew that as the team gradually approached the front, her heartbeat was also speeding up a little bit.

Finally, she could see the situation ahead clearly.

The elite warriors in black armor exuded an awe-inspiring sense of oppression, standing beside the queue, watching silently. Further ahead, she saw several large tents and some strange objects placed around. What made her most uneasy was not these things, but the Duruchi standing near the tents.

These Duruchis seemed to be out of tune with the rest of them. They had different temperaments, different clothes, and even their eyes carried an emotion she couldn't describe.

"Tie your hair up."

Just as she was trying to sort out her thoughts, a cold-faced Duruchi appeared in front of her and handed her a thin hemp rope.

Halina took the hemp rope and stared at the Duruchi blankly, but the other party didn't say anything more. Instead, he turned around and continued to walk to the back of the team, distributing the hemp rope to other people with longer hair in the team.

She didn't understand what this meant, but she knew it must have a purpose. Without hesitation, she quickly tied her hair up behind her head, tidying it up, trying to make herself look less embarrassed. She couldn't show her fear. No matter what fate was waiting for her, she had to show the tenacity and indifference that a Duruchi should have.

Finally, it was her turn.

When she stepped across the waiting area, she looked back behind her. Fergal hid in her shadow, sticking out half of his head, and observing everything in front of him vigilantly. She took a deep breath and nodded to her son.

The next moment, she straightened her back and stepped into the unknown without hesitation.

"Stand there, stand straight, and stick to the wooden pole."

Halina trembled slightly, and approached the wooden pole with a little hesitation. The one who gave the order was an expressionless Duruchi, holding a strange device she had never seen before. The cold metal gleamed in the sun, which seemed particularly strange and uneasy.

She instinctively wanted to ask, but reason made her remain silent.

She knew that here, obedience was the only right choice.

She gritted her teeth and stood silently as required, her back stiffly pressed against the wooden pole. Even though she was wearing warm clothes, she could still feel the slight chill coming from her back.

"Sit down."

Duruchi pointed to a lonely wooden chair without a backrest next to him, and his voice was cold.

Halina pursed her lips, slowly moved her steps, cautiously approached the chair, and then sat down gently. Her legs unconsciously closed together, her palms tightly pressed against her knees, and her whole body involuntarily entered a state of tense defense.

She didn't know what would happen next, but her intuition told her that no matter what it was, she had to grit her teeth and endure it.

"Don't be afraid." Duluqi's voice sounded again, the tone was flat, but inexplicably with a hint of comfort.

However, Druki's next move made Halina's heart shrink suddenly. Druki stretched out his hand to pull the device open, and then directly put the device on her nose. The cold metal touch made her shiver subconsciously, and a chill rushed along the bridge of her nose to her brain, which made her shudder, and her fingers trembled slightly due to nervousness.

Her first reaction was to resist.

This strange device, this unexplained process... She wanted to retreat, wanted to get rid of the cold invasion.

But she didn't.

She forced herself to stay still, forced herself to restrain her fear. She lowered her eyes and secretly glanced at the Druki. Druki's expression was calm and focused, and his hands moved meticulously, as if he was completing some precise calculations. There was no malice, no hesitation, and he didn't treat her as a person at all, but as a data that needed to be measured, a precise number, and an experimental subject.

"Why... is this?"

She didn't know the answer, and she was not qualified to ask.

"Nose width..."

Druchi reported a number, then he applied a little force with his fingers, the device clicked, and locked the measurement.

She was stunned, but then she reacted.

She understood.

Before being conscripted, she was a weaver. Although her job did not involve measurement, she had seen other craftsmen use tools to measure cloth size and cutting length. She knew what this number meant, it was the width of her nose bridge.

Then, the measurement continued.

Nose height, mouth width, distance between eyes, ear length...

Each number was recorded accurately, and each adjustment was accompanied by a slight click of the device. The whole measurement process took only two minutes, but it made Halina feel longer than an hour. She held her breath and let herself be treated as an object, measured one by one, and defined by data one by one.

When the last measurement data was recorded, Duruchi finally took a step back and motioned her to stand up.

The moment she stood up, she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and her legs became a little weak. She didn't know why she was so nervous just now. Just when she was at a loss and didn't know what to do next, the Duruchi came back with a rectangular black object covered with regular holes in his hand.

She was stunned.

What is this object? What is its use? What does it represent?

But before she had time to think, she noticed the way the other party handed it over. The thumb of his left hand tightly clasped the edge of the device, and then handed it to her solemnly with both hands.

This posture, formal!

This thing, important!

She didn't dare to neglect it, and quickly stretched out her hands and carefully took the item.

Her fingers gently rubbed the surface of the object. The touch was strange. It was not cloth, not wood, nor any metal she was familiar with, but a completely new material. However, before she had time to take a closer look, Duruchi stretched out his hand and pointed to a tent not far away.

She nodded gently at first, then looked back at Fergal who had just sat on the wooden chair. Her son was looking at her with a blank look, as if expecting her to give an answer. However, in this situation, she could only nod again, trying to convey a little comfort to her son, and then took a deep breath, stepped forward, and walked towards the unknown next step.

The moment she stepped into the tent, an inexplicable chill climbed up her spine, her hair stood up uncontrollably, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the urge to turn around and run away almost overwhelmed her reason.

This place is wrong.

Closed and dim, there is an indescribable breath in the air, as if something invisible is peeping at her, making her instinctively want to escape. Her intuition was frantically warning her, and her steps trembled slightly, but for some reason, she finally stood where she was and did not take the step to escape.

The shadow approached.

It was a Druki, his movements were standard and mechanical, his hands stretched out to her, his palms slightly upward, and the posture was exactly the same as the movement of handing over the object when measuring just now.

She was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked down at the black object in her hand. Although she didn't know what it was, she knew that the object was very important!

So, she imitated the action of the Duruchi, carefully and solemnly handed it over with both hands.

"Sit down."

A voice suddenly exploded in her mind, low and vague, but with an irresistible sense of majesty.

Her eyes quickly swept across the interior of the tent. The space was not large, but it was too dark. Her vision did not adapt immediately. The only thing she could see was a strange device, like a silent monster, quietly waiting for her arrival. In front of the device, there was only a lonely chair.

When she sat down, her head was lowered, but her peripheral vision kept observing, observing Duruchi putting the object in the device. She felt her throat tighten, and her peripheral vision quickly swept across the corner of the tent. However, after only a brief glance, she instantly retracted her gaze, and her head also lowered, staring at the ground tightly, not daring to look again.

She knew what she saw.

A figure, a female figure, wearing a dark robe, the fabric was smooth and soft, embroidered with delicate embroidery and ancient runes, every stitch exuded a noble and mysterious aura.

She didn't need to take another look to know that it was a warlock!

Those who could wear such a robe were either powerful or warlocks. There was no doubt that there was a warlock in the tent!

She held her breath, her heart almost jumping out of her chest.

"Rise your head, straighten your waist, open your eyes, and look into the mirror."

The mechanical and cold voice sounded again, commanding her.

"Remember, don't close your eyes no matter what happens in a while!"

As he finished speaking, the Duluci reached out and pointed to a mirror she had not noticed before.

She was stunned and looked in the direction. On one side of the tent, a huge, quaint mirror stood quietly there. The surface of the mirror is as smooth as water, but it exudes a strange darkness, as if it is not just a mirror, but some kind of window leading to the unknown.

Her throat tightened slightly, her eyes were struggling, not closing her eyes? Can she do it? But she had no choice. She took a deep breath, forced herself to straighten her back, raised her head, and her eyes fell straight on the mirror.

In an instant, a strong light burst out!

It seems that the whole world has been pierced!

At that moment, Harina's instinct completely overwhelmed her will, and her eyelids trembled suddenly, but she still closed!

The sound of the metal closing gently sounded in her ears, and then she heard the footsteps of someone walking around, and then a pair of hands reached in front of her. She opened her eyes and saw that the Duruci who had just taken the black object had returned, and handed the object back to her with both hands in a solemn position.

Harina subconsciously took it, and her fingers touched the familiar surface again, which was still a cold touch, and it was still an unfamiliar material. However, this time, she felt something was wrong.

"There is a partition behind it, and after recovery, leave."

Truqi finished speaking coldly and ignored her.

She swallowed and walked towards the partition deep in the tent as directed, her pace was faster than when she came. When she passed through the partition, the sunlight from the outside suddenly poured into her vision, stinging her eyes. She subconsciously frowned, her pupils tightened, tears flowed out uncontrollably, and her hands trembled with the sudden light. .

After a moment, she looked down at her head as she recovered slightly, her eyes falling on the black rectangular object.

In the upper right corner, a familiar face was clearly printed.

She was stunned, her pupils trembled. Is that... herself?

Her face was clearly printed on the surface of the black object, like some extremely fine embroidery, or like an image reflected in a mirror. She could even see her eyes trying hard to open, with a hint of tension and anxiety, her lips pursed, as if she wanted to remain calm, but there was still a faint fear and doubt deep in the eyes.

The first time she really saw her face clearly, she had never seen such a clear self, and even the bronze mirror she had used could not present such a delicate face.

The high nose bridge, delicate facial features, slightly trembling eyelashes, and even a strand of hair on the forehead are visible.

She was stunned and stared at her face in a daze. At this moment, she had never realized so deeply that... she was so beautiful?

Harina stood there and looked for a moment, then began to look around again, trying to figure out where she was. On the left and right sides of her was a low railing that separated her from other areas, and in front was a new tent with a half-closed doorway, with a soft light coming from inside, which was exactly the same as the gloomy and depressing tent before. different.

She subconsciously clenched the card in her hand, feeling a little uneasy, but she was attracted by the light, slowly stepped forward and walked into the tent.

As soon as I entered the tent, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

There was no dangerous and cramped oppressive feeling like she was just now. The warm air and soft light made her feel a strange sense of security. The arrangement of the tent is also extremely simple, with only a long table and installation. Several Truuces sat behind the table, with a cold face and focused on the work in their hands.

Before Harina could take a closer look, a Truucci tapped the table with her index finger and signaled her to move forward. She didn't dare to delay, so she hurriedly walked forward and handed the card in her hand over with both hands. Trucchi did not take it immediately, but glanced at her first, then slowly stretched out his hands and placed the received card into a strange device on the table.

"name."

The other party did not look up and asked in a calm and indifferent voice while adjusting the device.

"Halina." She hesitated for a moment and answered truthfully.

"Halina?" Duluci's eyes finally moved away from the device and turned to Harina, with a hint of scrutiny.

"Yes, Harina!" She repeated, her voice louder than before, as if she was proving to herself that the name really belonged to her.

This time, the other party did not confirm anything, but continued to operate the device. With a few crisp sounds coming, there was more content on the black item.

"Which city are you from?"

"Calond Carr."

"Do you still remember your age?"

"I don't remember." Harina's lips opened slightly, her expression stagnated, and it took a few seconds to slowly shake her head.

"Think about it, this is very important to you." Duruci shook his head.

Harina's fingers subconsciously stirred the corner of her clothes and thought hard, but her memory was broken. She didn't remember when she was born, nor how many years she had lived. She only remembers that she was a weaver, that her hands were called out of cloth, that she remembered the long years she spent in the workshop, but the exact number? She didn't know.

After a moment of silence, Truucci sighed and did not continue to ask.

The next question and answer is even more complicated than Harina imagined.

She was asked about her former profession, whether she had relatives, whether she had service, whether she had old injuries, and even some inexplicable questions were thrown out, and she could only try her best to answer.

The whole process lasted for a long time, and during this period, the sound of the device kept ringing, like a low sound of some kind of metal mechanism operating.

Finally, the black items were sent back to her hands.

"You can go back to the barracks." Duruci added lightly while handing back the card, "Remember, the importance of this card is as important as your life. You'd better pray, don't lose it."

Her tone is still formulaic and she can't hear her emotions, but Harina instantly understood that this card is definitely not just an ordinary item, but about her future destiny.

The moment she stepped out of the tent, she looked down at the card in her hand.

The black rectangular card still had a cold touch, with dense holes on the surface. However, this time, in addition to her clear face she had noticed before, there was also a line of silver text printed on the upper left corner of the card.

She frowned and slowly rubbed the lines of words with her fingertips. She had a vague guess in her heart, was this her name?

Although she has never received a systematic education, after living for so many years, she can still tell that these symbols should be words. Although she cannot interpret the contents, she has basically been able to confirm that this should be an important thing to record her identity. information.

Looking further down, there is a longer silver text at the bottom of the card, which is longer than the part of the name, arranged neatly and compactly, and looks like a whole piece of marked information.

Harina's brows frowned even deeper. She didn't understand, but she knew that it must be very important! She continued to flip the card and found that the back was completely crimson red without any other markings.

At this moment, a familiar figure walked out of the tent.

She looked up and saw her son Feigal walking towards her with a curious expression on her face.

"Mother, what is this?" Feigal blinked and shook the card in his hand. He was full of doubts and novelty about what was in his hand.

"Didn't they tell you how important this card is?!" Harina's face suddenly sank, her voice suddenly became stern, her brows frowned, and her eyes were full of blame.

Feigal was startled, his hand shook and the card almost fell. He hurriedly caught it with his other hand, and a panic flashed across his face.

Harina did not continue to scold her, but sighed a long sigh, her eyes falling on the card in her hand, with a complicated expression.

"Let's go."

She ended up just whispering, her tone less severe and more helpless.

Feigal didn't say anything else, but silently put the card away, followed her mother, and walked away from the area and returned to the temporary barracks where she was located.

In the evening, the sky gradually darkened, and the soldiers in the military camp returned one after another. Their steps were much heavier than when they went, and their expressions were different on their faces. Some gathered together in groups of three or three, whispering in a low voice, with unpredictable expressions; some covered their eyes, their eyes were red, as if they had encountered some discomfort; some soldiers sat silently with their eyes wandering, as if they were digesting the day. Everything that happened.

However, Harina didn't ask much or discuss it because she was very busy.

In front of the barracks where she was, a long queue was unknowingly formed, but the purpose of this team was not for that...

Instead, in order to sew clothes, as a weaver, Harina naturally used her expertise to sit around several women who were familiar with this period, and sewed the inner bags for the soldiers with the only tools they had. , that is, add a hidden pocket to the lining.

The reason is simple, the Truuces need a safe place to store their ID cards.

The Truqi's habit of hiding money is almost the same, either stuffing silver coins into the inside of Kaitan or hiding them in their boots. However, these methods are only suitable for storing coins, hiding cards in these places is neither convenient nor easy to lose.

To avoid the loss or damage of the ID card, the soldiers asked the women to help sew a suitable inner bag so that the ID card can be hidden in the lining of the Kaitan, which is safe, without being easily lost, and is also convenient to take out.

As for the reward?

It is not complicated, nor involves money transactions, only a small piece of black bread is needed.

This requirement is low, but for Harina and the other mothers, it's enough. Their children are still in the growth stage and eat a lot. They can get a few more pieces of black bread, which can at least make the children eat more fulfilling.

During the sewing process, Harina accidentally heard the soldiers chatting and finally figured out the real purpose of the black card.

Cards are called "identity cards" and are items used to prove their personal identity. In the future, without this card, it will become extremely difficult to survive in Nagaros. You may not be able to receive supplies, perform tasks, or even make it difficult to move forward.

In addition to the function of the ID card, she also heard some plausible information from the soldiers' conversations, but the information was not very accurate. Perhaps it was just the speculation of the soldiers or the rumors in the military camp.

But one thing she already understood that this card was indeed as important as the Truucci said!

Identity card, yes, of course, can also be called an information card.

This is the inspiration that Dacus got from Lauren Loren, and it extended it to produce a series of chemical reactions, which bound the Anil to a certain depth.

During the Chapeiuto holiday, he improved the distribution process to a certain extent and distributed it, but the information cards issued at that time were used to identify which ark the sailors came from and to exchange bets, which was considered to accumulate experience.

This time, it was a formal ID card, used to identify the identity of Duruchi, and by the way, a census was done. Taking advantage of the fact that there are many people and all the black arks drifting outside have returned, Dacus wants to take this opportunity to find out what the population of Duruchi is.

The front of the ID card is black and the back is red, not other colors.

Remove the political and class mess, black and silver are Malekith's favorite colors, so the name and code on the ID card are silver. Dacus only loves purple and red, which is why he likes to wear the robe whose color has not changed for thousands of years, but there is no way, purple is too expensive in this period, and it doesn't match black, so he can only choose red.

In Naggaroth, red and black have meanings. It is not that black and red are both red. It is more like Stendhal's "Red and Black". Black represents the power of the cult, and red represents the army.

This is very contradictory. Dacus should be black, and Malekith is red...

Or... it can be understood in another way. You are in me, and I am in you?

Anyway, no matter how you understand it, the first generation of Duruchi ID card looks like this.

The name is easy to understand. The code is a bit similar to the code used by Dacus in his previous life. It is used to record which region you are from, when you were born, etc., but this world has its own situation. The composition of the code is more abstract, but fortunately, you don’t have to recite it, just record it in your mind.

There is an explanation for the hole. Before the emergence of electronic systems, supervision has always been complicated. Take the Ami ticket in the early 20th century as an example. At that time, fare evasion was a very normal thing, even now...

So, manual ticket inspection and station control, ticket design and anti-counterfeiting measures, legal penalties and social supervision, the deterrent effect of railway police, differentiated ticket prices and passenger classification appeared.

Dacus referred to manual ticket inspection, ticket design and anti-counterfeiting measures, that is, color and marking, punching or cutting corners, sectional tickets and connecting tickets.

Just like Chapeuto Holiday.

Intuitively, a black knight of the imperial decree will carry measurement work, tape measure and matching table with him. When he sees a suspicious person, he will ask the other party to show his ID card. Comparing the ID card with the table on the matching table, you can get the other party's specific information. The face may be swollen, or there may be other messes, but some features will not change.

The same is true for height.

Unless the other party is a demon hidden in the Duruchi society, a warlock proficient in shadow magic, or wearing a magic mask... But the Edict Black Knight will also carry a popular compass with him, which are all items used for law enforcement.

There is no way, this is the best way. After all, Dacus can't equip the Edict Black Knight with a terminal that can connect to the Internet. Just put the ID card on it to know whether it exists.

Then, Colonia asked curiously, why not put the image of the ID card owner on it?

Dacus didn't know anything about the development technology. He thought it couldn't be done, but Colonia told him that there was no problem at all.

So...

When the night fell completely, dinner was distributed on time in the military camp.

The quota supply was sufficient, but it was still unpalatable.

Halina didn't complain, and there was nothing to complain about. She knew that being alive was the most important thing. The taste of the food is not important. The key is to fill your stomach and ensure that you and your children have enough physical strength to get through the next day.

At night, everything was safe and sound.

The next day, it was just dawn.

The camp was still shrouded in the mist of the morning light. The soldiers had just gotten up, and some of them were not even fully awake when they heard a heavy sound of footsteps, neat, steady, cold, and suffocating.

When they looked in the direction of the sound, they saw a team of black guards appear in the camp. Their armor shone with a cold luster in the morning light, and the long spears in their hands were neatly arranged like a forest, like an invisible cold current that quickly penetrated the entire camp.

The air froze in an instant. (End of this chapter)