People in Terra, governing a weird little country

But Ernst just looked at Lola, shook his head and said with a smile:

"It's okay, it's okay, we just want to build good relationships with our future colleagues."

Future colleagues?

Vina scratched her head in confusion. Our interview hasn't even started yet, how come we are future colleagues?

Vina was not so confident that she would pass the interview. After all, the tutorials on the intercity network said that taking the civil service exam was the most difficult thing in the world!

Although the code I want to take the exam for is not from Victoria, I think there is not much difference between different countries.

Fortunately, she did not voice her doubts, otherwise Ernst would have to answer her: "We don't have confidence in you, we have confidence in ourselves."

Judging from the fluent Victorian language you just spoke with a Londinium Union Jack accent, if nothing else, wouldn't it be perfect for you to be a diplomat in Kjerag?

When we need to discuss cooperation with some Victorian company or enterprise, we will take you out and speak Victorian. Who won’t praise you for your authentic Victorian accent?

Confirming that she couldn't understand the two people's train of thought, Vina decided to get straight to the point:

"Our interview is in room 302. How about we play rock-paper-scissors to decide who goes in first?"

Vina didn't want to be the first one to enter the door. She had no experience and confidence, and it would be easier to be nervous if she was the first one to enter the door. But she was embarrassed to directly order Ernst and Lola to go in first, so she could only leave her fate to luck in this way.

But what she didn't expect was that Ernst and Lola shook their heads and said firmly:

"It doesn't matter, let's go in and take a look first."

Check whether the air conditioner is on, whether the water is poured, and whether Enthiotis has set any traps for himself in the interview room.

Vina was so moved that she almost cried when she heard this.

My goodness, she just suspected that Ernst and Lola were so enthusiastic about her, and they wanted to use her as a shield to force her to enter the interview room first. Now it seems that she was judging others by her own mean heart!

They had no such plan at all. Not only that, they also volunteered to go in before Vina and help Vina "spy on the enemy's situation"!

What a spirit this is!

Vina felt a little ashamed for a moment. Just comparing this attitude, could she compare with Ernst and Lola?

She silently clenched her fists and encouraged herself:

"I have to do my best in the interview later! I can't let Mr. Ernst and Miss Lola down!"

............

"Name?"

"Vina Victoria!"

"age?"

"23 years old!"

"Education?"

"Uh..." Vina hesitated for a while, and finally reported weakly, "Graduated from junior high school?"

After saying this, she avoided Ernst and Lola's sight somewhat guiltily, not daring to look them in the eye.

There is no way, this is actually an exaggeration. Seriously speaking, she had been in the palace since she was a child, and was tutored by royal tutors. The education she could write down in the notebook was actually not even elementary school.

Not to mention, she is still hiding her real identity, so it is impossible for her to reveal her true identity. Therefore, her current educational level, if we are to be more precise, basically depends on how she evaluates her mother.

The better case is that they graduate from prenatal education, and the worse case is that they drop out of prenatal education. In fact, there is not much difference.

This made Ernst and Lola look at each other in confusion.

They originally thought that Vina looked polite, spoke with a pure accent without any dirty words, and must be at least a college graduate.

"You failed to fool the college students." Lola whispered quietly.

Ernst scratched his head. "Uh, what a surprise. But you see, Miss Vina is actually not bad, right? Although she doesn't have a high degree, she has enough social experience!"

Hearing this, Lola glanced at Ernst speechlessly, thinking that the young master really knew how to talk.

A person is 23 years old and has only a junior high school diploma. What did she do when she was not in school?

Isn't it just hanging out on the streets or working in a factory? Could it be possible to plan the restoration of the country?

This can also be called rich social experience. It can only be said that the meaning of a word in different contexts is indeed very different.

And Vina was even more depressed.

When she saw Ernst and Lola walk into the interview door together, she felt extremely nervous.

These two people don't seem to have much experience. Aren't interviews conducted one by one? Why are they entering the interview room together?

But after thinking it over, Vina still didn't call them out. Firstly, she didn't know much about the rules, and thought that if Ernst and the others did this, they might be able to test the interviewer's character. Secondly, the building that provided the interview room seemed to be another large company, and it seemed that they were still working on Saturday, so she didn't dare to make a loud noise.

She sat outside the door and waited, but instead of Ernst or Lola being kicked out, she received a notification from the corridor.

"Interviewee No. 001, please enter the interview room."

Interviewee No. 001? Aren't there two people ahead of me?

Vina walked into the room in a daze. Before she had time to confirm whether she had run from the fraud den in northern Myanmar to some supernatural film set, she saw Ernst and Lola, who had just entered the room, had changed into decent formal suits and were sitting behind a row of tables, looking at her with smiles on their faces.

"please."

Ernst said.

"You are not ghosts." Vina held back the words as they came to her lips. She quickly realized what all this meant and changed the subject, "So you are the interviewers!?"

Ernst smiled and nodded.

Vina was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Damn, no wonder these two are rushing to get in. It seems that if you don’t get in first, this interview won’t even start, right?

After all the calculations, Vina finally became the first (and possibly the last) interviewee. She sat down on the chair, and then the classic three questions were asked.

Vina was both depressed and anxious at the moment.

I feel depressed because I think that with my degree, I probably won’t be able to get this job.

What made me nervous was that I saw Ernst and Lola whispering to each other, which seemed to indicate that things might be looking up.

Sure enough, when Ernst sat up again, he did not immediately announce Vina's defeat, but asked Vina a question in a serious manner.

"Ms. Vina, why did you choose this job as a civil servant in Kjerag?"

Vina was slightly stunned. Why? Because I have no other job to find.

My identity is questionable, my background is unclear, my academic qualifications are poor, and my resume is a rubbish template. It doesn't make sense for you to ask me to try my luck somewhere else.

Only a job like Kjerag's civil servant, which seems so unreliable, is suitable for an unreliable person like me...

Of course, Vina certainly cannot express the above thoughts directly.

She remembered the teachings of Beast Master Gawain, her own wandering first half of life, her determination to step through this door, and finally said slowly:

"You know, Kjerag is a beautiful place, known as the Land of Snow, and Yelagund is also magical. From the moment I saw the recruitment notice, this place deeply attracted me, so I decided to bring my talent to Kjerag, contribute my strength here, and radiate light and warmth!"

After saying this, Vina straightened her chest, which was fuller than Lola's, and waited for Ernst's judgment with a solemn look.

Ernst gently put down the resume in his hand, stood up, stretched out his hand to Vina, and laughed loudly:

"Oh, so what are you waiting for?"

The most critical ability to become a civil servant - speaking righteously and telling lies with a dignified manner, Vina has already learned it by herself. What reason does Ernst have to not accept such a talent!

Street dropout bad girl, get it!

Chapter 5000 She's greedy for my body! ()

As a city supported by light industry and agriculture, the nights in Askara County are always a bit monotonous.

In contrast to the various entertainment activities and street speeches held every night in Colombia's emerging cities, there are many entertainment venues on the streets of Askala County, most of which can be divided into 40% alcohol, 40% drugs, and 20% women.

Activities that are banned in many self-proclaimed "civilized" countries today still exist in this small Victorian town as if they were born there, accounting for some of the city's few tertiary industry consumption.

Thanks to Enthiotis, Ernst was also fortunate enough to experience the decadence of capitalism and relieve a day's fatigue in the soft and kidney-unhealthy embrace of the gentle land.

"Presidential suite, isn't it amazing?"

Lying on the soft velvet mattress imported from Sargon, Ernst exclaimed happily.

Lola, who was sitting on the other bed, also stroked the mattress with a struggling expression, as if she was fighting against the beast of desire deep in her heart.

Only the newly recruited employee, Vina, seemed much calmer than Ernst and Lola. She touched the bed and gave a rather reluctant comment:

"generally."

This made Ernst, who was almost asleep while lying on the bed, couldn't help but open his eyes and muttered in his heart:

"That's normal. Have you ever slept in a king's bed or had a grand duke tell you a bedtime story?"

Thinking back to Kjerag's plain wooden bed, Ernst could only comfort himself silently:

"It's okay. There's nothing better than our own doghouse."

Then he heard Lola's curious voice: "What is this?"

Seeing the Ursus girl, who was about the same age as Vina, pointing at the luxurious fluffy tent in the corner, her face was full of longing,

"This must be very comfortable to sleep in, right?"

Vina looked at the tent in Lola's direction, then showed a somewhat embarrassed expression and explained:

"Well, I don't know. But usually nobody sleeps in there."

"Why?" Lola asked innocently, "Because it's the bed in the presidential suite and I can't afford it?"

"No, because that's usually a doghouse." Vina answered knowledgeably.

Lola suddenly fell silent, her eyes moving back and forth between the "nest" kissed by the Pelo beast and the big bed, and finally she sniffed a little aggrievedly.

The pure and innocent heart of the college graduate was impacted by the cruelty of capitalism. It can be seen that she really likes that little nest.

In order to prevent the situation from getting worse, Ernst decisively brought up another topic, looked at Vina, and asked curiously:

"Ms. Vina, you seem to know a lot about these things?"

Ernst didn't know much about the various things in the Terra world, but some principles should be universal in both the human world and the Terra world.

For example, one's class determines one's knowledge.

This is a somewhat sensitive but real fact. A person's birth, class, and education directly determine how much "knowledge" he or she will have when he or she enters society in the future. The emperor's children, as long as they have received a systematic and complete education, will only be limited to paper talk again, while the children of farmers, because they cannot get a good education, will have to repeat the cycle of their ancestors and become farmers again. In the long run, even without other means, the solidification of classes is inevitable.

The old farmer would dream of becoming an emperor and using a golden hoe to farm. The king would also ask stupidly when the whole country is starving: "If there is no food, why don't we eat meat?"

This tells us a profound truth: without money, nothing can be achieved.

Ahem, you are wrong. Education is the most promising way to cross classes.

As for Vina, everything she showed clearly did not match the description in the resume she submitted to Ernst.

A girl in her early twenties, speaking fluent Victorian with a Londinium accent, Ernst could simply attribute this to her having lived in Londinium. After all, even in the British Empire during the British Empire, weren't there patriots in the slums of East London?

But the knowledge of the series of objects in the presidential suite is enough to explain some problems.

Hearing Ernst's question, Vina was slightly startled, and suddenly realized that she seemed to be too relaxed and forgot to conceal her identity.

It's not her fault. Whether it was the recruitment, the interview, or the subsequent visit to this temporary residence, the experience that Ernst and Lola brought her was too different, making her unable to cope for a moment, and her sense of crisis soared to the sky.

At this moment, when Ernst brought her up again, she hurriedly covered up and said:

"Ah, that's because I've stayed in hotels like this a few times before... well, in other places."

This was a lie. Vina had never stayed in the presidential suite. Before her father was beheaded and her life encountered some minor setbacks, her only residence was her own room in the Iron Palace.

As the daughter of the largest landowner in Victoria, Vina's living environment is beyond words. Except for not having Mary Sue's exaggerated light-adapting rainbow-colored long hair, all other conditions are not excessive for her.

Vina had seen the doghouse in the corner of the bedroom mentioned above, but it was not in the bedroom, but in another pet room that was almost the same size as the presidential suite and was filled with all kinds of pet toys and equipment.

But Ernst didn't know what Vina had experienced. He just guessed a little clue from the girl's panic, awkward expression, and stuttering words.

I’m afraid Vina’s identity is not that simple.