This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 90: Inside the City
The city gate was very noisy and the queue was very long. It was roughly estimated that there were more than 200 people in front of Nie Weiyang, all wearing ordinary cloth clothes that were almost the same. They looked like the practice works of the city's tailors.

He had no intention of wasting time on queuing, so he just got off the car, put away the lucky ticket, and walked quickly through the crowd to the city gate.

As expected, the city gate was completely blocked. There were a few wooden houses standing in a forest. People entered one by one and took a long time to come out. The efficiency was not very high. This was unreasonable. In such an environment, maintaining high efficiency as much as possible has become the instinct of most people. Whether it is work, doing good or doing evil, efficiency is life.

A middle-aged man, holding a homemade megaphone, kept repeating the same thing: "Everyone, cooperate. Ah, we've found out that there are people infected with zombie parasites in the city. Ah, our doctors must conduct careful examinations. Ah, for the safety of everyone's, ah, lives and property, ah, right..."

This habit was so obsessive that after listening to it twice, Nie Weiyang could only think "Ah." He couldn't help but look twice at the man who was talking on the loudspeaker.

Good, the guy is almost asleep himself.

Nie Weiyang walked past the other party, nodded politely to the people he had cut in line with, and then showed his personal profile interface and the certificate that Xiang Feng had given him earlier to the person who registered his information.

"Hello," he said, "I'm Nie Weiyang, and I'm here to..."

The registration officer was a young woman with long-haired cat ears. She had been furiously writing something, but when she saw the documents being handed to her, she looked up. Then, seeing the interface and hearing the name, her eyes suddenly lit up. "Nie?!" She paused, then lowered her voice cautiously. "...Nie Weiyang? Is that...that Nie Weiyang?"

"..." Nie Weiyang was amused by her: "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be 'that Nie Weiyang'. I need to meet with the highest official administrative and military manager of Gu City, please..."

"I'll go report it right away! Wait a moment! Someone will register you for me!" The clerk jumped up from the table, her soft, thick, long-haired tail raised high. Her eyes were bright. She took the certificate from Nie Weiyang's hand, turned around and ran quickly towards the city, her ponytail and tail bouncing together.

This is apparently a messenger profession.

In the new world, there are many messengers or similar professions, most of whom are women. They have almost replaced the communication system, and their work overlaps with that of clerks.

Nie Weiyang couldn't help but think of Langcheng and Yunni. The day he saved her was the first time since his rebirth that he realized he still had to fight for others.

So, Yunni, the messenger, did indeed "deliver" something to him.

A moment later, a woman in her thirties walked out of the wooden house next door. She sat down helplessly at the wooden table and picked up a charcoal stick wrapped in a piece of rag on the table - that was their pen.

"Name: Nie Weiyang, Gender: Male, Occupation: Paladin... Oh, it's a hidden class..." The woman muttered, quickly copying down some personal information, pausing at the section for bloodline. "Excuse me, Mr. Nie, what is your bloodline?"

"..." Nie Weiyang was silent for a moment. He could sense that at least a hundred people were staring at him from all directions. The noisy chatter had died down, waiting for his answer.

Bloodline... It was impossible for him to admit in public that he was a vampire.

Well, he had to find a disguise name—the prototype of this bloodline had to be black and white, or at least a combination of light and dark colors…

Did he really want to say he was a giant panda? No, that wasn't possible. A panda's eyes weren't red, so he couldn't wear sunglasses his whole life.

Nie Weiyang was silent for a moment, then lowered his head, his short black and white hair a little disheveled. He had just washed the dirt and blood off his body by the river, so his hair was still relatively clean.

His white hair is concentrated on both sides of his temples and on the left side of his forehead, but there is also a small tuft on the right side...

A...fake bloodline...

"Night heron, a kind of bird."

Nie Weiyang said in a deep voice, even pointing to his sunglasses: "My eyes are red, which is scary, so I wear sunglasses."

The technique of covering up a lie with a true statement always worked so well. When the other person got close, one could even vaguely see a hint of scarlet glow through the sunglasses.

"So it's a bird!" the other party exclaimed, "Sure enough, the bloodline of the strongest should be the flying feathers that soar into the sky!"

"..." Nie Weiyang remained silent with a calm expression.

—No, there's no such thing as soaring in the sky. The night heron is a water bird. There are so many memes about it on the internet that it's even called the Chinese garden cockroach...

But no matter what, he still looked at the information filled out on his personal profile: [Bloodline: Night Heron]: The strongest man in the new world, the No. 1 human, the Paladin Nie Weiyang, became a Night Heron!

While the information was being recorded in front, whispers could be heard from the crowd in the back: "So it's a bird..." "He doesn't have ear feathers, could he actually have wings..." "Wow, so strong? He can fly?" "A flying paladin? Can he cast the Holy Slash while flying?" "What is the Holy Slash?" "What? Holy Slash? Nie Weiyang can cast the Holy Slash while flying?"

From "it's a bird," to "a flying paladin," to "throwing the Holy Slash while flying," the rumors spread so quickly that even Nie Weiyang was speechless. He couldn't help but adjust his sunglasses and look away, feeling as if he had made a rather inappropriate decision.

...Holy Slash has never felt so much like hand sanitizer. He feels bad for those Paladin players in D&D.

Will anyone ask him later if the white feathers on his head are the breeding feathers of a night heron?
……

By the time the messenger ran back with a group of people, the rumor about Nie Weiyang had spread to the point that "Nie Weiyang killed the first BOSS by flying in the sky with the Holy Slash!" - even though he didn't have a skill with that name.

He simply took back his ID and walked quickly into this familiar yet unfamiliar city, among a group of people wearing military uniforms, tactical equipment or 'gaming' equipment.

"We can have fewer small talk." Nie Weiyang spoke first before anyone around him spoke to welcome him.

Perhaps it was because he was surrounded by too many strangers in a short period of time, or perhaps it was the thought of returning to the sect, but he felt subtly anxious, but he still maintained the most basic courtesy.

The man who was clearly the leader of the group was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Okay." The group went to a nearby military camp, entered a soundproofed room, and sat down at a conference table.

"First," Nie Weiyang took out a thick paper bag and placed it on the table, "This is the work record before Langcheng's journey to Blood Moon. Langcheng's Captain Xiang is currently unable to report in person, so he asked me to pass on the documents."

This was something Xiang Feng gave him a day before he left Langcheng, asking him to pass it on to Gushi.

"Secondly, I'll get straight to the point," Nie Weiyang raised his head. "Three things—pre-civilized cities, pre-civilized refuges, and the return of the sect. How much information do you know?"

　Fortunately, the node of emotional transformation is just recently (

　　
　
(End of this chapter)