Recruitment event

Before returning, a recruitment event must be held.

At this moment, the square in Fengtao Village was crowded with people, with two long lines stretching from the square to the village entrance.

Siegfried and Yang Jing sat at the front of the lines, each at a table, conducting ability tests and personality checks on every slave.

These two were personnel officers back on Earth, so returning to their old profession felt like a walk in the park.

"What's your name?" "What are your special skills?" "What kind of job are you looking for?" "What are your future plans?"

The slaves had never seen such an event before. Each of them was nervous and stuttered, just like someone at their first interview.

In reality, these were just superficial questions; the two of them were using a manual to directly search for each interviewee's specialties and ability data.

"CCDEEC, simple-minded and physically strong, assessment complete. Your job is infantry, next."

"But I want to be a mage; my mother said mages are very appealing to women."

The burly man before them, with an unkempt beard, was obviously unhappy with the job assigned by Siegfried, waving his muscular arms in protest.

"With your intelligence rated E, you think you can be a mage?"

"But my mother said..."

"Take him to the infantry camp."

The deputy security captain, Katarina, stepped up next to Siegfried and single-handedly lifted the burly man away to Roland's infantry training camp.

"Hey! You can use magic?"

"Yes, my lord. I specialize in fire magic and was originally a B-rank adventurer."

"Very good, assigned to the magic division, monthly salary: 10 gold Moen."

"Thank you, my lord!"

A girl with some freckles bowed to Siegfried and excitedly ran toward the magic division.

This division was known as the magic squad, composed entirely of mages.

Due to the unique nature of magic in this world, mages were essentially intellectuals.

Such individuals on Earth would be considered researchers, all of whom are high-level talents deserving of high salaries to retain.

As for the earlier burly man, he was easily replaceable; with just brute strength, there were plenty like him in the village, so he wasn't deemed important.

By the way, the monthly salary for the infantry camp was 50 silver Moen, lower than the kingdom's military pay...

Major shareholder Siegfried said:

"The company is just getting started and has many expenses. As employees, we must think about the bigger picture; how can we be overly concerned with personal interests?"

Siegfried brought excellent corporate culture from Earth to this other world, even the usually cold Yang Jing nearly couldn't hold it together.

"Financial management 69%, negotiation 51%, opportunity grasp 35%, hmm?"

Siegfried looked up in surprise. These three specialties were not typical for slaves, and one of them seemed to be a very rare special expertise.

Standing before him was a woman in her mid-twenties, tall and beautiful. She bit her lip nervously, clutching her skirt tightly, her fingertips turning white.

(Isn't this Hilton's secretary?)

"What's your name?"

"I... I'm Susan."

Siegfried pondered.

It seemed Roland ultimately didn't have the heart to deal with this secretary, as she could be considered a victim of Hilton.

Roland had left her in the carriage, but she seemed to have followed the group all the way to Fengtao Village, as people like her found it very difficult to survive in this world.

Seeing Siegfried remain silent for a long time, Susan became increasingly anxious, her eyes reddening as she stammered:

"My lord, I can do anything... please, please don't abandon me..."

With tearful eyes, she looked like an abandoned kitten, which made Katarina beside her feel a pang of pity.

"Lord Meran, she hasn't done anything wrong; please accept her. She said you can do anything to her!"

Siegfried's eyes twitched, and he scolded:

"If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute!"

(This tough girl must have a problem! Hmph, crude intelligence D!)

He took a breath, looked at Susan, and asked:

"Is there anything you want to do? This is a rare opportunity to regain your freedom. Don't you think it's a pity to give it up like this?"

"Freedom... what does freedom even mean? I've been an orphan since childhood, fighting with stray dogs for a piece of leftover black bread to fill my stomach.

Later, I was picked up by a master who treated me like an object, and even when I begged for mercy, he just laughed and continued to violate me. My lord, I've never experienced freedom; what is freedom? Is it a piece of black bread that fills my stomach, or a life without being violated? My lord, I..."

"Hey, hey, hey, alright, alright, I get it, I get it; you're making the atmosphere all gloomy..."

Siegfried quickly raised his hand to interrupt Susan's dark monologue. If this continued, they would need to enter a dark room...

"I understand. You're familiar with the operations of the chamber of commerce, right?"

"Uh, yes."

"Good. From today on, you will be the president of the Hoover Chamber of Commerce. Next."

"......"

What does it take to redeem a person? A change of circumstances? A sincere heart? Or just a few words?

Siegfried didn't know.

Because he had never thought about redeeming anyone; he simply aimed to place everyone in the positions most suitable for them based on their abilities, nothing more.

But perhaps sometimes, a seemingly indifferent sentence can save a person.

The woman before him curled up, covering her face and bursting into tears. Her exposed thighs were bruised and battered, with hardly a sound spot left.

Utilizing people... utilizing people...

Perhaps today was the first time she was treated like a person...

With Katarina's support, Susan returned to her room, a special treatment for high-level talents, while others had to squeeze into tents for the night.

This was also Siegfried's arrangement.

This man always measured a person's value by their ability, disregarding the past and experiences, only looking at capabilities.

He would take in Susan not out of pity or sympathy, but purely because she was a useful person.

He could understand Susan's pain and confusion, but he wouldn't sympathize with her tragic life.

Yes, Siegfried understood the weak, but he did not sympathize with them.

Even when he was at his weakest, this man was still able to support his sister while waiting for a chance to take revenge on his uncle and aunt.

He had once been weak for a time, so he understood the weak.

But he was ultimately a strong person, someone who could confront fate head-on; therefore, he did not sympathize with the weak.

He was willing to lend a hand to those who sought help, but deep down, his thoughts had never changed.

(I can do it, so why can't you?)

This arrogance accompanied Siegfried throughout his life; it was true in the past, and it would remain true in the future.

Currently publicly available information:

Name: Darren Hilluf

Male, 15 years old

Race: Half-Elf

Alignment: Order

Class: Sixth Rank Mid-level Wind Element Mage

A pitiful genius young mage, a mid-level mage at only 15 years old, and a disciple of the "Elder of Wind Flowers," Merlin. If he could overcome his little problem of cowardice, his achievements would be limitless.

Specialties: Wind Element Affinity 100%, Mental Calculation 61%, Spell Structure Deconstruction 42%

Spells: [Great Tornado][Dance of the Sky Winds][Breath of the Gale][Atmospheric Barrier]…

Ability Data:

Strength: D

Agility: D

Magic: S

Intelligence: A

Luck: A

Leadership: D

Comprehensive Evaluation: A

Remarks: Without a doubt, he is the next generation "Elder of Wind Flowers."