Immortal Cultivator of Wizard Academy

Chapter 112 Ask your subordinates to hold a meeting
Time returns to half an hour ago.

Tai'an searched around aimlessly, looking for spiritual signs of higher-level human species along the way.

The mental power coordinates exerted in the immortal state also have hidden characteristics. They adhere to the clothes silently and feel like a physical object rather than an abnormal mental power.

He swaggered as if he was in a deserted place, and no one approaching him noticed.

Sensing the strong energy and blood fluctuations and overflowing spiritual power in the surrounding area, it was roughly judged that there were at least five super-level experts stationed there, and the number of elites was countless.

The leaders of various departments in the kingdom are more or less aristocrats, and there is basically no shortage of cultivation resources. Entering the elite level is regarded as an invisible threshold for holding important positions.

As the name suggests, most of the noble descendants who cannot inherit the territory can only choose to hold public office and become the elite in the eyes of the public.

Live a life that is better off than ordinary people, but not as luxurious as noble lords. With a salary that is like an iron rice bowl, you can occasionally get some gray income.

Even so, it is enough to arouse the envy of the people at the bottom. The lifelong dream of countless people is just to squeeze into the elite class.

You know, good jobs are always scarce. Most people are freelancers and live a precarious life. Even the recruitment of noble maids and waiters will attract a large number of job seekers. Not to mention a dignified and decent public office?

On the surface, recruitment is open to the outside world. However, in fact, the position has already been booked.

Background and relationships are the first elements of employment.

Personal strength is an important bonus. When positions are not reserved, candidates with stronger qualifications will be given priority.

As for acquiring professional knowledge, it is not necessary.

Ordinary civilians will not be hired even if they get perfect scores in the written test. On the contrary, you can work first and then study.

Tai'an circled around the second floor and made a few more marks. Then we came to the third floor, which is also the top floor.

In the quiet corridor, there are all offices of various groups, numbered from thirty-one to sixty-four.

After all, it is necessary to manage the daily events of the royal capital with a population of nearly ten million, so it is understandable that it has such a scale.

At the end of the corridor, there was the faint sound of voices coming from the Attorney General's office.

"Sir Donaldson, the Blue Rose family refuses to cooperate with law enforcement. I request enforcement."

"Go back! I said that there is insufficient evidence and you should not act rashly. You need to be cautious when dealing with any nobles above the level of earl."

In just half a day, many subordinates have come to visit me one after another, releasing a lot of pressure.

Attorney General Donaldson frowned.

Although he is over 90 years old and has been well maintained, his appearance is roughly equivalent to that of a civilian in his fifties. However, his hair has inevitably turned gray, his eyes are no longer as sharp as before, and wrinkles have begun to appear on his face.

His once super-level strength has declined to the point where he is not even as good as an ordinary elite level.

Recently, calls for him to retire voluntarily have become louder and louder. Subordinates are no longer as obedient as they used to be. Everyone has different ideas, and there are many people who want to replace them.

Generally speaking, people in public leadership positions can only work until they are one hundred years old. Unless the subordinates unanimously support him, he can continue to extend his seniority to 120 years old.

Donaldson is unwilling to give up the power in his hands, knowing that once he loses his position, the rest of his life will also lose value. There will no longer be respectful eyes, and there will no longer be a lofty social status.

Perhaps the once-famous leader of the judicial department can only keep company with an old man who is doing nothing but fishing in the park?

What is the difference between living like this and dying?

All along, Donaldson has not directly stated his intention to cultivate a successor. Instead, he constantly hints at ambitious subordinates, cultivates opponents, and tries to muddy the situation. I am afraid that my subordinates will get into a ball and force themselves to be isolated. The subordinates were also vaguely aware of it, and they joined together in private to try to force the old leader out as soon as possible.

No new player will choose to join Donaldson's staff, because he cannot give any future or any promise and is destined to become a thing of the past.

"What should I do?"

The office door slammed shut with a dull sound. Donaldson sighed deeply and held his forehead.

Suddenly, he seemed to be aware of something, and his eyes froze. Look straight at the open space in front of your desk.

"Your Excellency is here unexpectedly. What do you do for me?"

The atmosphere was silent.

Tai'an couldn't figure out where he was exposed and thought the other party was bluffing him.

"Your concealment skills are indeed superb, and I admire you greatly, but one thing you forgot to pay attention to is that when a heavy object is pressed on the carpet, the surface will be slightly dented."

"Yes, I know everything clearly."

Gentle clapping confirmed that someone was indeed there.

Donaldson was horrified, with cold sweat breaking out from his back. He quietly passed through the layers of guards and came to him. His strength was more than unpredictable.

He realized that his life and death depended on the other person's thoughts, so he pretended to be calm and negotiated.

"Excellent! The reason why I am able to sit in my current position is because of my personal ability. The prosecutor's work mainly focuses on observing details and collecting evidence that others ignore in order to convict the murderer..."

"Do you know why I'm here?" The voice interrupted impatiently.

"Your Excellency, there must be something that requires my assistance. I will try my best to cooperate." Donaldson tried his best to lower his posture and show a sincere attitude.

"very good…"

The voice appeared quietly on the other side, as if in Donaldson's ear. This time, there was no more depression on the ground.

"If you don't mind, invite all your subordinates to a meeting and at least seek their opinions on the arrest of Blue Rose's followers?"

"You..." Donaldson's heart trembled: "Are you going to..."

"My request is not too much! After all, I don't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately." The voice was faint, and the blade was pregnant with the ultimate aura of death. It gently scratched the old man's neck, making the hair stand on end wherever it passed.

As the saying goes, the older you get, the more you fear death. Donaldson is no exception. He hurriedly agreed: "No problem, of course no problem. I don't want to get involved in the disputes between the Blue Rose family. Mr. Cleaner, please don't accidentally injure irrelevant people. The operation of the Procuratorate is closely related to social order."

Every big noble family must have a sweeper who is responsible for doing the dirty work. Most people had only heard about it, but Donaldson had seen with his own eyes the ruthlessness and cruelty of their methods.

When you feel offended or communication is ineffective, only strength is the best way to solve the problem...

Every attorney general is equipped with a telephonic watch.

For impromptu important meetings, messages planned to be held in half an hour are edited into texts and sent in bulk, and the liaison officers call one by one for confirmation.

Since the matter involved a big noble and a vote was still to be held, it attracted everyone's attention.

Forty-six people arrived on time, and some of the remaining people were performing tasks in areas outside the Third Ring Road. The signal was poor and they could not receive the news in time...

(End of this chapter)