Terra Martial God and Merit System

"There's an engine noise....is it a vehicle?"

Before Kal'tsit could stand up and remind them, the person who made the sound appeared.

It was a special convoy, all of which were small pickup trucks with cargo boxes. When they saw the wanderers sitting here to rest, they immediately gathered around like sharks smelling blood.

"Is it Kamsko's convoy?" someone asked innocently, but what happened next immediately frightened him to the ground.

The convoy rushed around, and the lead car only stopped after knocking over a tent.

A group of people armed with weapons came out of the car.

"Hurry up! Catch the guy!" someone shouted.

This group of mercenaries moved quickly. They immediately hit the people on the head with their weapons and dragged them into the truck bed after knocking them unconscious.

The camp was in chaos.

Although these Sarkaz were wanderers, they had done things like killing people and running away. Now that they were surrounded and attacked by a group of people, they immediately became ruthless.

The Sarkaz were naturally stronger than other races, and when they put up a fight, the robbers lost their momentum.

The leader of the wanderers saw the right moment and set off the fireworks.

The dazzling fire flashed across the sky, so conspicuous even in the daytime.

"Damn it!"

The robbers panicked and stopped bothering with the vagrants. They took the captured people and got into the car to escape.

"Stop them!" The remaining Sarkaz wanted to stop them, but the effect was not good.

Although the robbers were not physically strong, they had the advantage of equipment. If they wanted to leave, these vagrants would be unable to stop them.

The convoy came quickly and left quickly. With the roar of the engines, the convoy that broke into the area turned a corner and drove out.

"Don't!"

"*Ursus swear*!"

"..." Kal'tsit remained silent and watched everything coldly.

This kind of thing is too common in this land.

She has seen so much that sometimes she becomes numb.

As for helping to stop these robbers...Kal'tsit thought that she should not reveal her identity, otherwise all her previous preparations would be in vain.

As the convoy went away, wailing could be heard from the messy camp. It was the cry of wanderers who had lost their families.

Is the dust settled?

No, not yet.

"Look!" someone exclaimed, "Over there!"

Everyone looked into the distance and saw a string of small black dots appearing to the west of the bandit convoy that had already evacuated.

These small black dots quickly enlarged, revealing their true identity - a convoy.

The convoy drove towards the bandit convoy without any hesitation, and the lead car directly rammed into it, forcing the other convoy to stop.

The battle seemed to go quickly, at least from the perspective of the Rangers.

Many people came out of the new convoy and quickly took control of the previous convoy of bandits. Then the two convoys merged and rushed over here in a mighty force.

The wanderers were panicked at first, but they immediately felt relieved when they saw that their relatives and friends were safe.

The leader of the convoy also revealed his identity - he was an officer of Kamsko.

"Sorry we were late. Luckily we caught these guys."

He cleared his throat, "These people are a bunch of human traffickers... Damn it."

"Just you wait..."

Under the command of the officer, all the bandits were brought over and made to kneel in a neat row on the ground.

A man wearing glasses and claiming to be a 'military judge' came out.

He read out loud the crimes of the men, and then the soldiers began the executions.

The bodies were scattered all over the ground, and many of the homeless people were terrified. Their moods went up and down like a roller coaster.

"How decisive..." Kal'tsit observed, "He killed them all without any hesitation... How... terrifying."

Kal'tsit described it as horrible, because most of the military commanders she had seen were good-for-nothings, and few were so straightforward.

The other side seemed very cold-blooded, they killed without hesitation, but they also acted very gentle.

These two characteristics appeared in one person, who was a very ordinary junior officer in Kamsk.

Kal'tsit was already a little curious about what she would see when she entered the city.

After this incident, the officer said he would escort them to Kamsco.

The wanderers naturally agreed happily, but many of them were no longer as relaxed as before.

This incident made them realize...

Kamsiko was not as gentle as they imagined, and when necessary, he did not mind showing the simplest violence.

Chapter 4000 Missionaries ()

This army is terrible.

He was able to show kindness to them, yet execute many of the bandits without blinking an eye.

This practice made all the wanderers more restrained.

According to their previous mood, they would inevitably try to get close to these soldiers. But now no one is talking. The atmosphere is very depressing.

Until they arrived at another reception point.

They were joined by a Sarkaz who called himself a 'volunteer' to assist with the escort work.

The officer in charge looked helpless, but still let him follow.

This Sarkaz was carrying a big bag and started distributing flyers as soon as he entered the team.

He did not simply distribute flyers, but used the method of benefit.

If there were homeless people with children, he would give them two pieces of candy, and for others, he would give them a few small pieces of bread.

Kal'tsit took the flyer and scanned it, and found that it was an article similar to "Map Guide".

The above details the process of Rangers joining Camsco.

First they were checked and registered, followed by a week-long brief education to help them understand what they could and could not do in the city.

Finally, they will receive a temporary citizenship certificate and can become official citizens one month later.

Of course, if you don't want to wait a month, you can just find a job, which will allow you to become a formal citizen.

The flyer also explains what kind of jobs are better and gives many recommendations.

What caught Kal'tsit's attention was the last line of small words -

[Follow the Demon King's orders, fellow citizens, and work hard! ]

"The Demon King...isn't he referring to Luo Chen?"

"This man not only has a group of Sarkaz supporting him, but has also formed an organization?"

Kal'tsit felt a sense of crisis in her heart.

This Sarkaz who suddenly broke into the team looked ordinary, but his real identity was probably similar to that of a "missionary".

"Who is the devil?" asked one of the wanderers.

Although they have never been to Kazdel since they were born, the legend of the Demon King is passed down among every Sarkaz bloodline.

Seeing things related to the Demon King, all the Sarkaz wanderers became interested.

"The name of the devil cannot be told." The missionary said solemnly, "It cannot be told. You just need to know that he is the devil."

"Is he really the devil?"

"I once received instructions from the devil," the missionary said proudly, "at that time the devil stood on the platform and said loudly--"

"You need to work hard to ascend... If you just do nothing..."

What he said was obscure and difficult to understand, and was mixed with many long and difficult sentences, which made the listeners dizzy.

Except for Kal'tsit who was listening attentively and trying to find some clues, everyone else was staring at each other.

Finally, a wanderer interrupted him and asked:

"We've heard a lot of bullshit about hard work. Those noble lords love to say it. What about you? Now let me ask you, what do you do for a living?"

"Could it be that you are just like those noble lackeys, and you can get money rewards just by repeating their nonsense?"

The wanderers around nodded.

This is what they want to ask. Be practical, why talk about other things?

"I am a worker in the steel mill." The missionary took out a document from his pocket. "This is my worker's ID."

"I was named the production model worker for three consecutive years and helped improve the details of five steelmaking processes, making my factory's output rank first in the city."

"Lord Tallulah...ah, I should call you Chairman now. Please personally confer the honor on me."

Medals and certificates were lined up in a row, and the pride on his face was real.

"Ah, you guys will get a reward if you do a good job?" A wanderer asked in a low voice, "What reward? Just a piece of torn paper?"

"This is not just some scrap of paper!" The missionary was a little angry, but soon calmed down, "I know what you want..."

"Production model workers will receive an allowance of three months' salary. There are also some other subsidies."

"You want something realistic? Then I'll tell you something realistic."

"First of all, my salary..."

He sat down and began to talk.

The wanderers all gathered there.

Rather than the illusory demon king, they were more concerned about what kind of life they could live in Kamsco.

The missionary described it carefully and seriously, and every piece of data he said caused excitement among the others.

When everyone learned that they could buy so much food with just one month's salary, their eyes lit up.

But... not all the wanderers were blinded by his words. Some people questioned in a low voice -

“Where does the food come from?”

"Our staple food is basically potatoes. In addition, a poultry farm has been built, and you can sell meat for a little money." The missionary said. "You can become a poultry worker... This is also a good job."

"No, no, no, I care about how the food is grown. Who grows it?"

The larger the city, the more food it needs to consume every day. Since Kamsco is accepting refugees, it must have a lot of food.

But how did it come about?

Are they still exploiting these tenant farmers?

"There are rural areas around here," the missionary said. "Farmers grow crops in exchange for food, and the tax rate is very low...but fewer and fewer people are growing crops now."

"If all the residents of a village agree, we will turn it into a state farm. Everyone will become a farm worker."

He explained in detail what "state-owned" and "farm workers" meant.

The vagrants were indignant at first because these so-called farm workers turned farmers into tenants of the state.

But after learning about the salary and benefits, they instantly changed their minds.

"Besides that, there is another source of food."

The missionary continued, "There is too much land here, and it is so vast that we cannot cultivate all of it simply by mobilizing the peasants. Most of our food is grown by the prisoners."

"Well.... the labor camp prisoners are the subordinates of those nobles. They made mistakes, but they were not executed. They were sent to labor camps."

"There is no specific sentence. Generally speaking, the minimum sentence is to grow enough potatoes to feed a hundred people for ten years before being released."