Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 112 Call a Meeting with Your Subordinates

Let's go back half an hour.

Tai'an searched aimlessly, looking for high-level human beings to leave their mental energy marks.

The mental coordinates applied in the human-immortal state also have a concealed nature, silently attaching to clothing, feeling like a physical object rather than abnormal mental energy.

He swaggered in as if he were in an empty house, and no one noticed him walking towards him.

Sensing the powerful fluctuations of qi and blood and the overflowing spiritual energy in the surrounding area, it was roughly determined that there were at least five super-level experts in charge, and the number of elite level experts was countless.

The rulers of various departments in the kingdom are all of noble status to varying degrees, and they generally have no shortage of cultivation resources. Entering the elite rank is considered an implicit threshold for taking up important positions.

As their name suggests, the collateral relatives of nobles who could not inherit the land mostly had no choice but to take up public office and become the elite class in the eyes of the public.

They lived a life more comfortable than ordinary people, but not as extravagant as noble lords. They had a stable, guaranteed salary, and occasionally some under-the-table income.

Even so, it is enough to arouse the envy of the lower class. The lifelong dream of countless people is nothing more than to squeeze into the elite class.

It's important to understand that good jobs are always scarce. Most people are freelancers, living a precarious existence. Even the hiring of maids and waitresses for nobles attracts a large number of job seekers. How much more so for dignified and respectable public service positions?

On the surface, they were publicly recruiting. However, in reality, the positions had already been reserved by others.

Background and connections are the primary factors for being hired.

Individual ability is a significant advantage. When positions are not reserved, those with stronger abilities will be given priority in hiring.

As for learning professional knowledge later in life, there is no need for it.

Even if an ordinary citizen scores full marks on the written exam, they won't be hired. Conversely, they can be put on the job first and then learn the skills.

Tai'an walked around the second floor and marked a few more spots. Then he went up to the third floor, which was also the top floor.

The quiet corridor was lined with offices for various groups, numbered from thirty-one to sixty-four.

After all, managing the daily affairs of nearly ten million people in the capital city, having the current scale is understandable.

At the end of the corridor, the sounds of conversation could be faintly heard coming from the Attorney General's office.

"Lord Donaldson, the Blue Rose family refuses to cooperate with law enforcement. I request that enforcement be carried out."

"Go back! I've said before, without sufficient evidence, we must not act rashly. We must be extremely cautious when dealing with any nobleman of earl rank or higher."

Within just half a day, several subordinates had come to his door, releasing considerable pressure.

Attorney General Donaldson looked worried.

Despite being over ninety years old and well-maintained, he looks about the same age as an ordinary person in their fifties. However, his hair has inevitably turned gray, his eyes are no longer as sharp as they used to be, and wrinkles have begun to appear on his face.

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

Recently, calls for him to retire voluntarily have grown louder. His subordinates are no longer as obedient as before. Many harbor their own ambitions and want to replace him.

Generally speaking, public officials in leadership positions can only work until the age of 100. Unless they have the unanimous support of their subordinates, their working age can be extended to 120.

Donaldson was unwilling to relinquish his power, knowing full well that once he lost his position, his life would lose its value. There would be no more respectful gazes, no more high social standing.

A once high-ranking official in the judicial department may now only be able to keep company with old men who idly fish in the park.

What's the difference between living like this and being dead?

Donaldson has never explicitly stated his intention to groom a successor. Instead, he has consistently hinted to ambitious subordinates, cultivating adversaries and attempting to destabilize the situation, fearing that his subordinates might unite and forcibly sideline him.

The subordinates also vaguely sensed something was wrong and secretly conspired to force the old leader out of office as soon as possible.

No new people will choose to join Donaldson's ranks, because he cannot offer any future or any promises, and is destined to become a thing of the past.

"What should I do?!"

The office door slammed shut with a dull thud. Donaldson sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, his gaze sharpened. He stared intently at the empty space in front of his desk.

"What brings you here so suddenly?"

The atmosphere was silent.

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

"Your concealment skills are indeed superb, and I admire you greatly. However, there is one thing you forgot to notice: when a heavy object is placed on the carpet, the surface will develop a slight indentation."

"Excellent, keen observation."

The soft clapping confirmed that someone was indeed there.

Donaldson was startled, cold sweat pouring down his back. The man had silently slipped past layers of guards and approached him, his strength far exceeding what was considered unfathomable.

He realized that his life or death was entirely in the hands of the other party, so he pretended to be calm and negotiated.

"You flatter me! I've reached my current position through my own abilities. A prosecutor's job primarily focuses on observing details and collecting evidence that others might overlook, in order to convict the murderer..."

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

"Sir, there must be something you need my assistance with, and I will do my best to cooperate." Donaldson tried his best to lower his posture and show his sincerity.

"very good…"

The sound appeared silently on the other side, as if right next to Donaldson's ear. This time, however, the ground did not dent again.

"If you don't mind, invite all your subordinates to a meeting regarding the capture of Blue Rose's followers. At least we should get everyone's opinions."

"You..." Donaldson's heart skipped a beat: "Could it be that you..."

"My request is not excessive! After all, I don't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately." The voice was eerie, and the blade, imbued with the ultimate aura of death, gently sliced ​​across the old man's neck, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

As the saying goes, the older people get, the more they fear death, and Donaldson was no exception. He hurriedly agreed, "No problem, of course no problem. I don't want to get involved in the Blue Rose family's disputes. Sweeper, please don't harm innocent people. The operation of the prosecutor's office is related to social order."

Every noble family has its own cleaners responsible for doing the dirty work. Most people only hear about it, but Donaldson has witnessed firsthand the ruthlessness and cruelty of their methods.

When you feel offended, or when communication fails, only force can truly solve the problem…

Each prosecutor is equipped with a voice-activated watch.

For important impromptu meetings scheduled for half an hour later, the message is edited into a text message and sent to a group, with the liaison officer calling each person individually to confirm.

Because it involved high-ranking nobles and required a vote, it attracted everyone's attention.

Forty-six people arrived on time, while the remaining group was carrying out missions outside the Third Ring Road and were unable to receive messages in time due to poor signal...

(End of this chapter)