Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 2068 I just really want to improve!
Meanwhile, Morton, who had been taken in as Zhou Xu's assistant, arrived in Black Moon City earlier than them.

Morton wasn't stupid; he knew that once he arrived in Blackmoon City, he would definitely have to work. Otherwise, he couldn't expect his older brother, who was thousands of miles away, to send him money regularly.

But in the end, he couldn't resist the temptation from the capital.

Upon arriving in Black Moon City, he didn't need to worry about accommodations; they were provided with the Emperor's secretary's office, which was quite a privilege.

There was no rush to have him report to the secretary's office. Usually, a week is given for the newcomer to adapt to life in Black Moon City, get familiar with the surrounding environment, and also to purchase some furniture or daily necessities.

During this period, a dedicated guide was naturally arranged to prevent any issues from arising due to the visitor's unfamiliarity with the place.

Morton is quite adaptable, or rather, people like him who are enthusiastic and curious about new things are generally quite adaptable.

There's not much to say about the restaurants and taverns; the quality is definitely better than in the new district, and they offer a wider variety of goods, but they can no longer bring a disruptive impact to Morton.

The tour guide was clearly aware of this, so he took Morton directly to Black Moon Stadium to watch the game.

The football league is popular in Dazhou, but there are only two exceptions: overseas and the new district.

There's only one reason: it's inconvenient.

At this stage, neither the Barton Islands nor the new district can easily interact with other cities in the Great Zhou.

The former is separated by an ocean, the latter by a desert.

If we really include them, then when we play a football match in the future, other teams won't have to cross oceans and deserts, right?

Putting aside the cost, the round trip can easily take more than a month. How can this league continue?

Under this premise, the transmission of information in this era relied mainly on photographs and texts in newspapers, in addition to the storyteller's mouth.

But when it comes to football, if you haven't experienced it firsthand, you can't really appreciate its fun just by listening to others talk about it or reading thin texts.

More than twenty people on the field, chasing after a ball? What is this? What's so interesting about it?

For people who haven't experienced it, it's simply incomprehensible.

In the new district and the Barton Islands, football has little influence, or even any presence, and that's the main reason.

The league officials, therefore, have temporarily excluded them, and will discuss the specifics later after the relevant issues are resolved.

However, this obviously does not affect Morton's experience.

Less than twenty minutes into the game, he was already arm in arm with the veterans' fans on the sidelines, calling them brothers. By the thirtieth minute, he started cursing and swearing along with the fans.

During halftime, he had already changed into the veterans' support jersey and announced that he had joined the 'Brotherhood (fan club)'.

After the game, he went with the fraternity brothers to the Veterans' Tavern outside the stadium and got completely drunk, much to the admiration of the tour guide who had chosen to accompany him the whole time out of concern for his well-being.

In some ways, this guy is pretty strong.

And that was indeed the case. After joining the Brotherhood, Morton's social circle in Blackmoon City expanded dramatically. He knew several people from all walks of life and was doing incredibly well.

It was the dwindling amount of money in his pocket that made Morton realize he needed to go to work, or he would starve.

He used to have his older brother to back him up, so he only needed to spend money. But that's not the case anymore. Now that he's out in the world, he has to rely on himself.

Morton was surprisingly quite thoughtful and insightful.

However, on his first day of work after living for over six hundred years, he was genuinely a little nervous on his way to the secretary's office.

Considering Morton's status as an elven prince, he should be given some preferential treatment, so he had already contacted Li Bowen, who was in charge of the secretariat, beforehand.

"The work in our secretarial office is relatively easy."

Li Bowen led Morton along, explaining the daily routines of the place as they walked.

“Documents are delivered every morning and noon, and new employees start by organizing and classifying them.” Although Morton has a somewhat eccentric personality, he is not an overconfident and impractical person.

Zhou Xu had lured him in with the promise that "the work is simple, you can just do odd jobs," so he naturally wouldn't object to doing some odd jobs now.

To be honest, this made him feel more at ease.

Organizing and classifying the documents was indeed a very simple task, but the physical challenge it presented was far beyond Morton's expectations.

On his first day at work, looking at the truckloads of documents being pushed in, Morton even wondered if he was seeing things or having a nightmare.

But his colleague next to him told him that this was already a small amount.

Last fall, the number of documents and reports was 30% higher than it is now.

It's already the second month of winter, and the number of documents has decreased significantly compared to the previous quarter.

By the way, another batch of documents needs to be delivered this afternoon.

"..."

Morton felt like the sky had fallen. He was an elven prince who had previously lived a life of eating, drinking, and having fun. What kind of physical work could he possibly do?

After carrying documents all day, he immediately felt aches and pains in his back, and this was just the beginning of his ordeal.

By the third day, Morton couldn't help but glance at his colleagues who were sitting at their desks, engrossed in processing documents.

Over the past three days, Morton has gained a relatively clear understanding of the secretary's office.

The secretaries in the secretarial office are actually divided into two categories.

That's what we call odd jobs and assistants.

Because there are so many documents delivered every day, and there are also a lot of miscellaneous tasks in the office, we need someone to do all the odd jobs full-time.

An assistant, on the other hand, would help handle some simple government documents.

He's currently doing odd jobs, but the work is really testing his physical abilities.

"Sir, do you have any simple documents that I can start studying?"

Finding an opportunity, Morton privately approached Li Bowen and brought up the matter.

Li Bowen, that old fox, is shrewd and experienced; how could he not know what was going on?

How could a prince of the elves possibly endure the hardship of doing menial tasks?

This was also their goal, since their emperor had already informed them that this person was capable.

Now, how could Li Bowen not understand what their emperor meant?
Upon hearing Morton's words, Li Bowen immediately looked troubled.

"You've only been doing odd jobs for three days? Even if it was arranged by His Majesty, this is not an easy task."

"Sir, can't you think of a way? Give me a chance! I just really want to improve!!"

Morton, without any airs of an elven prince, immediately pleaded twice more.

Seeing that the groundwork had been laid, Li Bowen let out a dry cough.

"Um, there seem to be quite a few documents delivered today. I'm afraid we won't be able to process them all in time. Take a look at that stack over there first."

"okay!"

(End of this chapter)