But as he watched the gradually approaching crowd, there were only a few people left in front of him. The faces of the human officials were already visible, and he patiently endured.
He perked up his ears, listening to the inquiries and responses of the officials amidst the noisy environment, hoping to gain some insight for himself.
"Hand over your identity plaque," the official was already going through the motions numbly. With such a tremendous workload, even with three shifts a day, the officials' faces lacked vitality and appeared lifeless.
A Beastman Adventurer handed over his identity plaque, cautiously wearing a smile.
"What, you've only been here for two days, haven't set up a house or estate, no fixed income or residence, why are you joining the crowd? You can't prove you can support yourself and your wife, go, go, go," the official impatiently waved and drove away the Beastman Adventurer.
"Next."
