Chapter 121 Harold: No one knows how to write a paper better than me

Chapter 121 Harold: No one knows how to write a paper better than me

Aware that Dishia, the famous Blazing Mane Lion, the brave, wise, beautiful, and powerful Desert Flower, the agent and pride of their mercenary group, the only remaining female mercenary of the Blazing Beast Hunter, a woman who could beat ten of them, could only compete with the older, gray-haired mercenaries for logistical positions because she could not sing or dance, everyone was silent for a moment, then consciously bypassed Dishia and started the next topic.

"We came so early, but we're not even the first batch."

"Who wouldn't want a job that provides a stable income, no fighting and three meals a day?"

Harun looked at the handsome, young, and beautiful men and women in the mercenary group, and suddenly felt that his eyes were smaller than before and his nose became flatter than usual.

Originally, he took a careful bath in the river and borrowed soap from other brothers. After washing, he immediately changed into his cleanest clothes. He felt that he was much more respectable compared with his usual self and other mercenaries, but he didn't expect that there were hidden talents among the mercenaries.

The ratio of beautiful men and women made him suspect that all the beauties in the desert were gathered here. He no longer had any hope of becoming an actor in the troupe, but he felt that he had enjoyed a good performance today. Although he spent 7,000 Mora to buy a boat ticket when he came here, he would have to spend another 7,000 Mora to buy a return ticket when he returned...

Fourteen thousand Mora can buy fourteen burritos in Omos Harbor, with grilled meat and cheese, the kind that can be eaten with one...

If you buy six at a time, you can enjoy a 20% discount. It will be very cost-effective to buy together with the brothers in the brigade. You can save 280 Mora for one meal. If you save up for three days, you can buy a bucket of cheap beer.

The mercenaries of Blazing Beast Hunter would buy wine and put it in the temporary base of the mercenary group. When the wine barrel was empty, those who had some spare money would fill it up, so they could always have a drink when they handed in the mercenary fee.

But today, the boat tickets emptied the pockets of at least five or six people, and two of them even borrowed money from the entire mercenary group to get enough money for the round-trip fare. People like Harun who had some money on hand recalled the moment when he handed over a bag of Mora, and thought about the quality of the unique Mora that was missing from his body, and he sighed with heartache.

He said to himself that no matter who got the chance to become a member of the theater, it would be beneficial to the entire mercenary group. They would prove to the rainforest people that they could do more than just fight and kill or carry heavy objects.

They are fully capable of doing other jobs. Some mercenaries are good at embroidery and sewing, some are good at singing and dancing, and some can make spices... We can stand in the ordinance hall, on the stage, in front of the grocery stall or other places where there are rainforest people. Just give us a chance and we will prove it all.

But he couldn't help but hope that he, with his plain appearance, could stay and work in the theater. Even if he couldn't go on stage, just doing jobs like cleaning and cooking would be fine. He wanted to stay.

The first batch of mercenaries who entered the theater came out one after another. Others asked them about the results. They replied that the theater manager said that there were too many people, and he wanted to give every mercenary who wanted to join a chance, rather than hastily ending the interview by selecting all the actors from the first batch. This was also to screen out the most suitable candidates.

So they went in and briefly introduced themselves, showed their talents, and then left their names and temporary residence on a piece of paper as required by the theater manager. After the theater manager made a decision, he would contact them within three days to inform them of the result.

After getting this answer, the excitement of some mercenaries instantly dropped. They could spend half a day trying their luck, but they could not spend three days waiting for an illusory reply. Three days was too long. They should use these three days to escort the caravan and help scholars capture experimental materials. This was the reality.

But some of these people had bought boat tickets just like the members of the Blazing Beast Hunters, and they were unwilling to see the money go to waste, so many people were disappointed, but very few turned around and left.

Finally it was the turn of the second batch of mercenaries from "Blazing Beast Hunters". More than a dozen people quickly put on their clothes, checked each other's hairstyles and accessories, and only lined up in an orderly manner to enter after confirming that everything was correct.

They were not the first. In front of them was an old man with thin cheeks, prominent cheekbones, and arms that were a quarter thinner than the thinnest member of their mercenary group. Although he was as thin as a bamboo pole, his eyes were bright. He kept his back straight, but this action invisibly magnified the defect of his spine that was slightly bent and deformed.

"Hello, Manager. I am Badawi, a mercenary of the Gilded Brigade. I come from the Karenite tribe. I know that my image is not good and my singing is not good, so I only want to apply for a logistics position.

Don't be fooled by my appearance. I am only 40 years old and in good health. I can do any rough or strenuous work. Last week, I was helping foreign merchants unload cargo at the port of Ormos.

They all praised me for my strength, my hands and feet were more agile than those of young people, and I could finish the work quickly even without anyone watching me. "The old man said proudly in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Mr. Badawi..." Zubair looked the old man up and down implicitly, feeling a little reluctant. If he did not provide the old man with a job, he would probably only be able to move goods at the dock.

Mercenaries of his age who had no savings and had not joined a mercenary organization rarely received decent commissions. In the end, they would most likely die in an accident while working, or starve to death because they could not find a job.

"Don't disbelieve me, I can do twenty backflips in a row, which is a unique skill that few young mercenaries can do! I will show you now."

After Badawi finished speaking, the mercenaries of the Blazing Beast Hunters behind him instinctively stepped back a few steps to make room. Badawi looked at them gratefully, and without waiting for Zubair to stop him, he immediately kicked his legs and twisted his waist to complete a beautiful somersault. After one somersault, he continued to do thirteen without stopping.

"Mr. Badawi, I have learned about your abilities and I believe you are fully qualified for this job. Please fill in your personal information first. If you are confirmed to be hired in three days, we will give you a reply." Zubair said as he pushed out a piece of paper with columns printed on it.

"...Thank you very much...Thank you very much..." Badawi clasped his hands together and took the pen. He was overjoyed to be able to write down his name and address like other mercenaries.

When he picked up the feather pen to write, his hands were shaking. Those fourteen backflips were still too difficult for him. He was indeed getting old. He sighed in his heart with some sadness.

When I was young, I could do thirty in a row.

Trying his best to keep a normal look on his face while finishing his message, Badawi politely said goodbye to Zubair, then quickly left the theater, ignoring the crowd pushing past him, and walked into a cafe with its door open.

When the boss saw the person coming in wearing the uniform of the Gilded Brigade, he immediately frowned and wanted to chase him away.

"...Wait, please let me rest, just one minute." The old man hunched over, leaning against the wall with a pale face. He gasped heavily a few times, and soon straightened his back again, but still couldn't help rubbing his sore waist.

My physical fitness is still very good, but I can no longer do thirteen backflips in a row. If I could only do seven or eight, there would be no problem. My performance today should be able to get me a new job.

Badawi thought optimistically and planned to order a cheap drink as an apology for the intrusion and a reward for himself, but after squinting and looking up at the menu in the cafe, he smiled a little awkwardly to hide his shock. Any drink here could be equivalent to his entire income for several weeks.

He had no choice but to thank the manager several times and quickly left the cafe, not daring to touch anything in the store.

...

At 7pm, in the residence of three people

Kavi took out several copies of documents and gave them to the other four members of the society.

"Our society's research can now enter the final stage - writing relevant papers. Before that, I have good news to tell you. The House of Representatives has given us another encouragement fund, and the commendation for our research results is printed on the document." Kavi said happily.

The others took the document and read it carefully. Kavi had already told Elhaisen and Harold about the incentive money prepared by the Council of Ecclesiastes before the academy started. Seno and Setale heard about it from the Council of Ecclesiastes, so no one showed obvious joy.

The document mentioned that the research results of the five people have made great contributions to the correction of some precious ancient books and the improvement of people's livelihood in remote areas. These contributions will be included in each person's file after they submit their final papers. The five of them also have the qualifications to take the examination for senior positions in the Ministry of Education.

In other words, if Elhaisen could only apply to become a chief clerk after graduation before, now he can apply to become a chief secretary.

The library director is also a good position. In the schools on Blue Star, only the relatives of school leaders or old teachers who are about to retire can live in the library. But Elhaisen probably won't like a position that attracts too much attention. The chief librarian is already a senior member of the Church Council.

It depends on what Elhaisen chooses. Harold smiled and put the document on the table. This green channel will be of great help to Elhaisen and him who are planning to work in the Church Order Institute. It is a bit useless for others, but this incentive money is not a small amount. Just looking at this amount of money for Mora's sake, it is enough for all members to find a high-end tavern to have a farewell dinner to celebrate.

Kavi: "We will decide on the topic of the paper today. We have a lot of research to do, and everyone can write at least one related paper. My idea is that Senior Senor, Senior Setare, and Elhaisen can only write about the part about runes and language logic.

I focus on architecture, while Harold focuses on plant characteristics and building structures, so that all our research contents can be reflected in the paper. "

"Okay, let's do it." Seno nodded in agreement immediately.

"The title of the paper... let's all think carefully about how to write it so that it can reflect our research direction while being eye-catching." After saying this, Kavi took out his notebook and quill pen to record everyone's ideas.

The experience of writing a paper for a tutor in his previous life made Harold blurt out several paper topics without thinking:

"Exploration on the internal connection between the load-bearing structure of the house in the Mausoleum of the Red King and the quicksand mechanism", "Exploration of the development of Xumi writing from the ancient Xumi desert writing", "Classification of people's residences in the desert during the reign of the Red King", "Based on the investigation report of the Mausoleum of the Red King - exploration of the categories and functions of ancient desert buildings", "Analysis of the changes and causes of vegetation coverage in the Xumi Desert during the period of the co-governance of the three gods"

Kavi opened his mouth in shock, and for a moment he even forgot to write down all these questions in his notebook:

"Harold, how come you are so skilled? It's as if you have written hundreds of papers! You have only been studying in the Ordinance House for less than a year!"

Harrow·Professional Essay Writing·Tutor Gunner·Erte: There is no special reason, just practice makes perfect.

Give senior Kawi a little shock from the "research animal" on Blue Planet.

"Well... maybe I am more talented in this area." Harold, who succeeded in showing off, said calmly and like a big boss.