Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 517: Mad King's Work Diary
Ebony Town Tavern.

There seemed to be a lot of customers today, but the owner Roger was not at the counter.

He was currently in the grocery room at the back of the tavern.

This place was set up as an "interview room". He was going to interview an expatriate manager for the Wumu Town Newspaper. In official terms, it seemed that he was called a "foreign correspondent" or something like that.

His good friend Langdon held a sword and stood behind him as a bodyguard to prevent anyone from doing anything bad to him.

Roger is not very polite when speaking, so some people get angry and start fighting after being rejected. There was such a case yesterday.

If Langdon hadn't been there, Roger would have had to serve as the interviewer with swollen eyes.

After reading the interviewer's profile, he smiled. Just as he was about to speak, Langdon leaned in close and whispered:

"You missed the background check."

"oh oh……"

Roger then showed the interviewer an expression of waiting for a moment, and then fell into light sleep mode.

【Kaio Walker】

With the authority of a non-staff member of the Magb, he was able to retrieve the information that the other party had disclosed in the system, as well as the traces left when he used myKara to interact with the "Ebony Town Newspaper" and "Roger Highmore" - that is, himself.

This was not an in-depth "background check", at best it was a "memo" to help Roger recall some things.

After all, since more and more people have been using the "system", Roger feels that his life is getting faster and faster, and the amount of information he comes into contact with every day has increased by more than ten times compared to the past. It is normal to forget things.

Soon, his brows furrowed.

Finally he shook his head and said:
"I'm sorry, Kaio. Although you are suitable in every aspect, your first three submissions were too frivolous and ended up on our blacklist. Therefore, you are not qualified for this job."

Kaio's face suddenly turned pale.

"What a joke! My submissions are facts known to everyone. What's wrong with that?"

Roger raised his eyebrows and leaned back slightly, leaning back on the chair.

“When you first submitted your article, you said there was a method to quickly gain contribution points. We sent someone to verify it and found out that you made it up. You have already stopped recruiting for that position.

"In your second submission, you said that an assassination of a half-elf occurred in Greenleaf Town and the murderer was an elf refugee from the Whispering Forest. After investigation, we found that this was also a rumor.

"Then the third time, you submitted an article claiming to expose the serious corruption in the Wumu Town military camp, but it turned out to be just empty talk without any evidence. After that, you were blacklisted by our newspaper. Do you have any excuses?"

"What do you know……"

Kaio said disdainfully: "The first two things are fine, but even if I have evidence for the third thing, can I give it to you? Everyone knows the relationship between your newspaper and the Lord's Mansion. Will they allow such a shameful thing to be exposed?"

Roger: "If you have evidence, this is definitely big news worth publishing, but if you don't have evidence, then you are maliciously slandering our soldiers. If I weren't well-mannered, I would really want to punch you, an idiot!"

"How dare you scold me!"

Kaio blushed and stood up suddenly.

But Langdon behind Roger also took a step forward, so Kayo had to pull out his chair and step back.

"A bunch of country bumpkins, wait till the Veritas people come and see how you end up!"

He turned around and walked away with a swear word in his mouth.

"It was Magbo who saved you! Idiot!"

Roger gave him the middle finger, spat on the ground, and wiped it with his foot.

Langdon asked curiously, “Why do you say that? As a non-staff member of the MagB, shouldn’t you have more authority?”

"The people above forbade us to abuse our authority, saying that it would lead to people's distrust of us, thus reducing the prestige of the Magbo and even tightening the constraints on us. Otherwise, I would have beaten him up long ago."

Roger also cursed in a low voice:
"Besides, even though he was complaining, his body was very honest - if you really have the guts, don't use my Kara, okay?
"This kind of person is spineless, no matter where he is. So even if he leaves McCalla in the future, it will be a good thing for us. There is no need to use the power of MagB. Besides, I can't investigate him with my limited authority. It takes a real agent to do that."

While the two were chatting, the next interviewee walked in.

After seeing each other's state, both of them were stunned.

Soul body?
Nowadays, the Macara people are already accustomed to seeing spirit bodies. Those natives of the other world can move around on their own in the public areas covered by the system and can communicate normally. However, because their shapes are too strange - for example, some have only heads, some fly in the sky, etc., ordinary people rarely come into contact with them.

It is said that the skill stones and related props they purchased with contribution points are inseparable from these soul bodies.

However, this is the first time that a soul has come for an interview.

"Hello."

Roger was a little solemn. Even though the other party was a soul, he had an aura that he had never seen before.

"Hello."

Solace gestured for him to come in, then pulled out a chair and sat down, gracefully and elegantly.

This made Roger sit up straighter, as if this was not an interview but a formal dinner hosted by the lord.

Langdon, who was standing behind him, also involuntarily straightened his chest.

"Sir Roger Highmore—right?" Solace asked.

"Yes." Roger answered subconsciously.

"Very good. I have read your recruitment notice for the position of 'expatriate manager'. After carefully considering the relevant requirements, I believe that I am qualified for this job. Here is my 'identity information'. Please review it."

Solace snapped his fingers lightly, and a name box appeared above his head.

【Sorace】

【Rune Academy Researcher】

There is also a clover emblem before his name, which means that he is not only a member of Carl Elan's Rune Academy, but also a member of Clover Garden.

Roger was dumbfounded.

In today's McCalla, the status of researchers is basically equivalent to that of the aristocrats in the past - except that they do not have the bad temper of the aristocrats, these researchers enjoy people's support and envy. At the same time, this high-threshold profession has become the goal of many young people.

Why would such a person come to him for a job?

Roger immediately asked cautiously: "Why are you looking for a job..."

He was so humble that he seemed to be the one being interviewed.

"To put it simply, I'm facing a huge 'contribution point gap'. After screening all the current positions that pay contribution points, I think this one best meets my requirements." Solace replied.

Roger was confused immediately. Did the researcher still lack contribution points?
Those are the professions with the most contribution points...

But due to the other party's aura, he did not ask more questions. He calmed himself down and started the formal interview.

"I'm sure you're familiar with the process. First of all, a qualified person in charge must have made achievements in the field of literature. For example, I used to be a bard. I..."

"I have heard of your work."

Solace was clearly well prepared!

He drew his fingers in the air twice, and a light screen like a piece of paper suddenly appeared.

The translucent spots of light outlined lines of text on it. At first Roger couldn't understand it, but soon he was shocked!
Isn't this my work from that year! ?
Solace: "Regarding your "To the Zelkova", I think there are several aspects that could be revised. First of all, the grammar of the first sentence..."

As an emperor who pursues eternity, Solace has plenty of time to build up interests in various fields and then develop them to the extreme.

This naturally includes literature, painting, sculpture, music and so on.

He was even a singer, but because he refused to perform in public, his status was not recognized in the circle.

Although he could use force to make those musicians admit that he had the "best voice in the empire", he thought it was like an illusion and was not necessary at all.

The common language of today is also improved on the basis of the ancient common language, so some of the "grammar" is actually the "usage" or even "error" created by Solace himself, but it has been preserved in the inheritance.

After this period of review and integration, Solace has basically mastered the grammatical knowledge of this era, so it is not difficult for him to publicly execute Roger's works.

He started by changing the grammar of the first sentence, then the rhyme, and then he grasped the emotions and raised the theme. Finally, he improvised a short melody and asked Roger to add it to the climax.

After a series of revisions, it became that he was sitting and talking, and Roger was standing and listening!

Even Langdon thought Solace's revision was a good one—after the revision, even he could understand what the originally nonsensical poem was saying!

"Thank you for your generous advice. I... I really don't know what to say!" Roger copied the poem back into his notebook and spoke incoherently with excitement.

Solace waved his hand and said, "Just have a normal interview."

“Oh, yes, an interview!”

Roger sat back in his chair, but jumped up again the next second.

"You passed. No, that's not right. You passed the first round of interviews. Next is the on-site interview tomorrow afternoon. Knight Gawain of the Holy Light Court wants to popularize the Holy Light Doctrine to all the residents of Green Leaf Town. We have to report on the scene and prepare the manuscript that evening."

"Ok."

Solace stood up and prepared to leave, but Roger suddenly called him:

"Wait a minute, Mr. Solace, if you are short of contribution points, why don't you help improve the relevant content under the 'Literature' entry?" Roger asked.

"The term 'literature'? What is that?"

Roger was a little puzzled that the other party didn't know this...

He then began to talk about the [Entry Mission] and the long-term task of various regions to jointly improve the "Macara Encyclopedia".

As he spoke, Solace had already summoned myKara to ask frantic questions, and then he saw——

['Literature' entry]

[Current remaining reward contribution points: 48751/50000]

[Note: This entry has some overlap with 'History'. Please confirm before providing content to avoid wasting resources. ]

Solace's breathing became rapid.

These contribution points are enough for him to squander for a long time!

"Thank you for your reminder."

After saying this, he disappeared.

Roger scratched his head and looked at Langdon: "Should I remind him... You said he will go to Greenleaf Town tomorrow afternoon?"

Langdon rolled his eyes. “How would I know? But I do know that this guy is amazing. He was able to revise your crappy poem.”

Roger didn't care: "Everyone has been young before. Besides, I'm not like you. I had trouble writing my own name back then."

"Next person!"

He shouted outside.

...

Late at night, Heine returned to Macala with Huihui and the sheep.

Before he could sit down, he heard Quirkus shouting in his ear:
"Help me! Help me!"

Heine was almost scared to death. He plunged into the other world without looking back and ran straight to the Quilcus tree.

Here, he saw Solace and Loulton.

"There's definitely something wrong with your rules!" Solace looked a little angry. "How can there be a limit to this? Besides, you didn't explain it at the beginning. Where's Heine? I want to see Heine!"

Loulton had a blank expression on his face. "Even if you meet Heine, I will still say this - this is a system prompt for normal people, and there is naturally no 'upper limit'. Who told you to share your 'memories' with Quirkus just because you disagree with him? Is this something a child can see?"

Solace: "Are you doubting that I don't understand education? I have had more than 300 children. Do you have any?"

Loudon: "I can produce more than 4,000 tree seeds every year. Can you do that?"

Solace: "My three hundred or so children are all grown up. Can you?"

Loudon: "Where are they now?"

Solace: “I…”

...

"What happened?"

As soon as I approached Heine, I heard this kind of thing, just like a badger looking for melons on the ground.

"Your guest is trying to complete the 'entry' task quickly using some unreasonable means."

Loulton briefly explained what had happened.

Solace did not interrupt, proving that what Loulton said was true.

After hearing this, Heine was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

No wonder Quilkus came to me for help, it turned out that he was scared by the "teacher".

At first, Solace thought this job was easy; he just had to write down what he knew.

But once he started, he realized how difficult it was for him to do it alone.

He first established seven or eight sub-catalogs such as [Literary Genre], [Literary School], [Literary Era], etc., and then began to refine them.

However, just in the category of poetry in the [genre] category, he could think of nearly a thousand famous works in the blink of an eye.

A work that he can remember is equivalent to his recognition of its author.

So out of respect for the creators, he added the background of the creation and the author's life for each poem, and then he discovered more valuable content in this part of his memories.

Solace worked from day till night and finally finished writing the content under the entry [Literature - Literary Genre - Poetry - Ferichides - Youth Works].

After he submitted these and received a reward of 61 contribution points, the Mad King was completely devastated!

This is not a small amount, but it is totally disproportionate to his workload!

Solace came up with a simple solution - to share his memories directly with Quilkus.

He assumed that the other party had already looked through those things when purifying himself. Anyway, there was nothing to hide.

So he went straight to his guardian, Loulton, and after obtaining the other party's permission, he opened this part of his memory to Quilkus.

Then, poor Quilkus couldn't stand the baptism of this overly pure cultural course. In order to skip the class, he set the "single-player entry contribution reward limit/day" without any instruction, and then hurriedly left 500 contribution points and skipped the class!

...

"Sorry, this is not us playing tricks on you, but the 'system' itself is protecting itself."

Heine said helplessly: "You can only come back tomorrow."

Solace snorted, seemingly accepting it.

"I have other things to do tomorrow. You'd better take this opportunity to fix this 'weak spot', otherwise such a fragile sapling will never grow into a big tree."

"Perhaps it can't be blamed." Heine explained: "Do you remember the process of the birth of 'God'? It was formed by the collective consciousness of countless people controlling the fusion of their spirits in the void. The Spirit of Nature is a powerful aggregation of spirits with independent consciousness. The reason why it failed to become a 'God' is precisely the existence of this part of 'independent consciousness'."

After hearing what he said, Solace's expression became slightly serious.

"You mean... if you have your own thoughts, you won't be easily disturbed by others?"

Heine nodded. "Yes. An overly complete memory is highly subjective and is the output of one's unconscious mind. It is normal for it to not accept it. Perhaps you should try another approach, such as teaching at several seminaries, so that more students can help you complete the entries and complete this arduous and huge task of editing a book."

Solace seemed a little moved, but then hesitated and said:
"Then according to your Macara's 'core rules', do I still have to pay them? In other words, contribution points?"

Heine rolled his eyes: "You're not talking nonsense?"

"Then I'll think about it."

Heine couldn't help but laugh: "By the way, let me ask you something. What do you need so many contribution points for?"

Solace hesitated for a few seconds before speaking:
"I've seen the 'Nebra City'. You can build a city based on your memory, right?"

"Yes."

Solace: "I want to restore the Eternal Castle."

(End of this chapter)