Rome Must Perish

"In fact, if your wooden token is damaged, making a new one yourself isn’t a big problem, as long as you carve the exact same number from the original token onto the new one. This number corresponds to the information recorded when you registered with the Agricultural Department.

However, if you forge any other number and once it’s suspected, compared against the records of the Agricultural Department, proving you are not who the record says you are, you will have violated the tribe’s decree and will face severe punishment!"

Emmerich’s warning made many quickly put their wooden tokens close to their bodies, and some looked at the numbers on the tokens repeatedly, feeling that these strange symbols were filled with mystery.

Emmerich led them to the Civil Affairs Department courtyard next door for registration.

The registration room was similar to the Agricultural Department, with rows of wooden shelves piled with papyrus and wood boards. The Civil Affairs Bureau also used the newly made paper.

However, the registration process was relatively simple. A subordinate just wrote down Gowes’s name, his Reserve Tribe Member number, and the registration date, then solemnly said: "Gowes, you joined the tribe and became a Reserve Tribe Member on March 5th, the second year of the Nix Tribe’s establishment. Please remember this day well.

If all goes well, in three years’ time, you will become an Official Tribe Member of the Nix Tribe, owning 50 acres of land! Of course, if during these three years, you make significant contributions to the tribe and earn rewards, shortening the time for you to become an Official Tribe Member, you would return here to register again!

Work hard, Gowes, I hope you can soon become one of our Official Tribe Members! Come, put your handprint here first!"

The Civil Affairs Bureau subordinate’s words were very encouraging. After hearing Emmerich’s translation, Gowes couldn’t help but become serious. He dipped his finger in some ink, took a deep breath, and pressed his handprint firmly on the paper.

When everyone finished registering and came out of the Civil Affairs Department courtyard, most people’s spirits had noticeably changed from before because hope for the future had been planted in their hearts.

After leaving the Civil Affairs Department, Emmerich took them into the Finance Department’s courtyard. They were no longer received by department subordinates, but by Chief Officer Gaius, who greeted them with a smile: "Emmerich, you’ve come here today to receive supplies for your new Skodisqi compatriots, right?"

"Yes, there are seventy-three in total. They’ve completed the registration at the Agricultural Department and Civil Affairs Department successively and received their tokens."