Chapter 169 Tanit
"But he called me senior." Harold's main point is [As long as I am shameless, I will be the one who takes advantage].
"The next step is to apply to stay on to teach at the school... Are you interested in being my students, seniors? With ten new projects a year, I can help you become legends of the College of Religious Affairs." Harold said jokingly.
"That sounds good. How much salary do you plan to offer?" Elhaisen asked with interest.
"Zero," Harold crossed his arms, "As far as I know, there is no document in the House of Religious Orders stipulating that tutors need to pay students a salary."
"...There is indeed no hard and fast rule, but generally the instructor will give something, right?" Kavi said after careful consideration.
"Does the senior's mentor get paid every month?" Harold asked curiously.
"No, my mentor pays us according to the income of the project. If it's more, it's 600,000 or 700,000 yuan, and if it's less, it's just a few thousand...
Our Miaolun School has always had tight funding, and the tutors give us less than other schools," said Kavi.
"That's a good idea..." Haroldt thought, "What about Senior Elhaisen?"
El Haisen: "I don't have a salary."
After that, he added: "That's because I refused to translate documents for my tutor, so naturally I couldn't get paid."
Harold:?
Kavi:?
"Refuse to work...?! Fortunately, I don't have a student like you." Harold was heartbroken.
Elhaisen raised his lips, "If I hadn't refused the job, I would have received at least 400,000 Mora a month, depending on the workload. So how much does our Amirido Academy celebrity and future academic leader plan to give me?"
"Don't even think about it. I can obviously go to the college and get it for free. Why should I spend money to hire a senior who is ready to go on strike and protest at any time, and let you be the leader of the student revolution and organize a collective strike?" said Haroldt.
"But if you don't get any hard work pay, you won't be competitive among tutors. If your reputation deteriorates... students who can complete their studies ahead of time and choose their own tutors will not choose you. There are several tutors in our college who are not chosen every year." Kavi said implicitly.
"That's because the project they started is not good." Harold smiled evilly.
Kavi: "Ah? Can you please stop being so persistent about this kind of thing?!"
"Just kidding. Actually, I don't need students with too much talent." Harold shrugged.
As long as you are strong, my requirements are very low.
...
Meanwhile, deep in the desert.
The Tanit tribe welcomed a caravan that brought with it the smell of yellow sand and scorching sun. The one hundred pack animals in the caravan running across the highlands raised up sand that almost made the residents of the tribe believe that a sandstorm was about to come.
But the newly appointed tribal leader, Grandmother Babel, one of the nine elders, comforted the hunters who had hurried over to report the news, and personally came out to welcome the caravan.
After getting the permission from the mistress, the merchants and mercenaries commissioned by the caravan settled in this oasis, replenished water sources, and purchased the specialty dried crocodile and scorpion meat from the members of the tribe. One hundred pack animals were tied to the outermost area of the oasis and guarded by more than thirty mercenaries.
Kadir was one of the investors of this caravan trip and the owner of the goods on the backs of the three pack animals. He was originally strongly opposed to the decision of other merchants to stay in the Tanit tribe.
The Tanit tribe is a matriarchal clan that believes in the flower god. It includes many flower god believers and Red King believers. It is a fairly large tribe with many branches in this area. It is said that the members of this tribe are very cruel to betrayers and outsiders.
Their xenophobia meant that their tribe did not have a decent caravan, and supplies were mostly obtained through hunting and plundering. In addition, this place was close to the heart of the desert, so he always had a feeling of uneasiness in his heart.
"Mrs. Babel is so beautiful, with that figure, that face, and when I talk to her face to face, her fragrance goes straight into my nose.
- Murad, the lucky boy was invited to the mistress's tent. If I were a dozen years younger, the mistress would definitely choose me.
Hey, don't look so sad when I talk to you about men. If we really listen to your nonsense, we will miss such a beautiful woman!"
Maktoum, one of the caravan leaders, nudged Kader, who was in a daze, with his elbow and burst into laughter.
"I'm talking about you! You haven't done business with the Matron of the Tanit tribe, have you? They were indeed closed a few years ago, but things have changed since Matron Babel became the leader.
They began to buy seeds, fertilizers, and books from the passing caravans. I had inquired about them before I set out. The matriarch of the Tanit tribe was a strange woman.
Other tribal leaders asked their members to hunt more and work harder, but she wanted them to read books, especially historical documents. The people in this tribe would talk about "soul-controlling" and "oasis" as soon as they opened their mouths.
I was worried that they read too many books and our books wouldn't sell, but the mistress bought 20 copies at once, which is more than the previous tribal leaders bought combined. She is indeed a well-read mistress of a big tribe, with good vision!"
Maktoum gave a thumbs up and praised Barbel, who was young, beautiful, slim and generous.
Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to another desert girl, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her slightly childish face, honey-colored skin, and impressive figure made her both cute as a girl and charming as a mature woman.
Maktoum's throat rolled, and he felt that the Mistress Babel, who had been so nice just now, had now become a shrew.
It’s better to be young.
The woman was talking to a mercenary hired by the caravan.
He learned that the beautiful woman in front of him was Elder Theya, one of the "Nine Elders" who shared the highest power in the Tanit tribe. She was also the leader of the hunting group and controlled the main source of meat for the tribe.
The eyes of the mercenary, who was just a small-time figure in the tribe, were full of envy, and even his speech became respectful.
Elder Theya seemed to be completely unaware of his changes. He just confirmed the rumor he had just heard with a serious look: "You can't grow vegetables and fruits in the oasis? Why do you say that?"
"Elder, because this will destroy the soil structure and cause land degradation. Even in the rainforest area, plantation owners will plan the crops and fertilizers used before planting. This is common sense in the rainforest area."
The young mercenary swallowed and his eyes unconsciously drifted to the large fields beside the water. Many kinds of crops were planted on the land, but it was obvious that all of them were not growing well. Elder Breda, who was wearing a straw hat, was fertilizing them.
He lowered his voice unconsciously: "The misuse of fertilizers will exacerbate this process."
Doubt, surprise, caution, and other complex emotions flashed across Theia's face, but she immediately regained her previous composure and said in a warning tone:
“I understand, but please don’t tell the mistress now. I will find a suitable time to let her know about this, otherwise your situation will be very dangerous.