The line kept forming. People Hunter barely knew. Faces he'd seen around camp but never spoken to. Each one stepping forward. Each one swearing variations of the same oath. Each one glowing golden as the system accepted their pledge.
It was surreal. Like watching a religious ceremony except he was the deity and he absolutely did not want the job.
A young man with a scarred face stepped forward. One of the wagon drivers. Hunter vaguely remembered him arguing with Qiu about wheel maintenance three days ago.
"I'm Jiang Wei," he said. "And this is my sister, Jiang Yun." He gestured to a girl beside him. Same age, maybe late teens. Same dark hair. Definitely twins based on the matching bone structure and the way they stood in perfect mirror posture.
"We've worked for Master Qiu for a year," Yun said. Her voice was quieter than her brother's. More careful. "Driving wagons. Loading cargo. We're good workers."
