The villagers who had lined up stepped forward, holding out the prepared wooden plaques. Pol took one look and saw that it said "Number One." Behind the villager was a middle-aged woman and a teenage boy, likely his family.

Pol registered the house number and then started filling out the other information.

"Name?"

"Francisco."

"Age?"

"34 years old."

"Do you remember the year, month, and day of your birth?"

The villager hesitated for a moment. Common people didn’t usually celebrate birthdays, so he remembered the year and month but not the exact day.

Lucia had already explained how to handle this situation, so Pol noted down the year and month...