Dudian nodded in understanding. He was not surprised as the concentration of radiation is too high outside the wall. The items that were recovered were full of bacteria and thick radiation. Naturally had go through a clean-up. But what he cared about was the institution responsible for this work turned out to be the Holy Church.
"Your items!" Church's guard in his early twenties said to Dudian: "And your name!"
"Name is Dean. These are my goods." Dudian gave them the large fabric that had covered everything he had collected.
The young guard beckoned to the companion who was next to him to pick up Dudian's huge collection. There was a white mask on his face. He continued: "Good enough but you shouldn't scrap all the rotten copper and iron."
It was put onto a carriage. There was a woman guard which tore off a note that had Dudian's name on it, and posted it above his luggage.
"Next," the young guard waved.
