"So what's the result of the review?"
After listening to Sigrid recounting everything that happened in the conference room, Dean asked slightly nervously.
He now has the same uneasy feeling as when he was in school and the teacher was about to announce the results after the exam.
Unfortunately, Sigrid is not a teacher and does not have his results.
"It can't be that fast. The review will take at least five days, and now it's only been less than two days."
Sigrid recalled the progress of the review team when she left, and shook her head at Dean.
"With the way they were quarreling, let alone releasing it in advance, it would be pretty good if it wasn't delayed. If you want to know the result now, I'm afraid you can only get into the minds of those people to see it."
That means you have to wait at least three more days.
Dean calmed down his mood and turned his attention back to the topic just now, "Didn't you say that there are also people from R'lyeh City involved? What do they think?"
"Raleye City..."
Speaking of this topic, Sigrid's expression became a little weird.
"The review started at the same time. When we distributed the information here, we also sent a copy to the scholars in Raleye City, so that they could conduct the first round of review at the same time. This morning, the review over there The results are out, I can imitate the scene for you."
Sigrid, who was wearing pink glasses, cleared her throat and imitated in a serious manner: "From a purely academic perspective, we believe that the documents submitted by the four professions meet the selection requirements and can pass the review. "
"Of course, if you come from a political perspective, you may have other opinions. In this regard, as a neutral force, we will not express any opinions."
"Those who are bound by interests must consider the gains and losses of the forces they belong to. We can all understand this kind of selfishness."
Too straightforward.
Dean, who was drinking tea, almost choked on his tea.
He coughed twice and looked at Sigrid in surprise.
Are the scholars in Raleye City actually like this?
This reaction was completely within Sigrid's expectation. She raised the corners of her lips slightly, feeling that her evil taste was somewhat satisfied.
Not to mention Dean, even she, who already knew the virtues of those scholars, felt shocked this time.
He spoke frankly and blocked all the objections from those on the review team.
"Thanks to these remarks, even if it is to avoid losing face, the review team will not easily eliminate you."
Sigrid stirred the black tea in the cup, looked at her reflection on the water, and said absently: "Especially you, you got a big deal."
"Although the final result has not yet been reached, judging from the current situation, it is probably stable."
Dean also felt that the possibility of a problem was unlikely, but he didn't dare to say too much. He just nodded slightly, "I hope so."
"You are modest."
Sigrid glanced at him, half-praising, half-laughing.
"Speaking of which, I have to thank Faciso. If it weren't for his words that brought you to the same level as the exorcists and magicians, it might not have been so smooth."
Dean agrees.
Thanks to this stranger, President Faxisuo, the shit-stirring skill is quite amazing. Judging from the results, it is not even possible to tell which side he is on.
Paying a price that was unwelcome to both of you and helping the breeder can be said to be a model of self-sacrifice for others.
"Which guild is Faxisuo the president of?"
Dean couldn't help but dig deeper.
"District 8, from the Puppet Masters Guild."
"Puppet Master..."
Dean has some impressions of this profession. It is also one of the old professions passed down from the last era. Because the cost of making puppets is very high, it is very unpopular. It was also relatively late to pass the professional certification, but it is developing well. Some time ago In 2006, the Origin Guild was successfully established in the 8th District of the Empire.
It's still a promising career.
Dean originally thought so, but after connecting this profession with Faciso, his previous impression changed a bit.
"I didn't expect that the president of the Puppet Masters Guild would have such a personality."
He sighed, showing an expression that was hard to explain.
After all, in Dean's impression, those who can afford to play puppets are generally nobles and high-income groups. This kind of gangster-like style sounds very inconsistent.
Sigrid didn't react at all.
It is better to say that in her opinion, it is more reasonable for Faciso to be like this.
"There is nothing unexpected. If you knew his past, you wouldn't feel this way."
"past?"
Dean looked all ears.
"Faciso has made his way from a street gangster to where he is today. With this status, even among the presidents of the Origin Guild who have no threshold, he can be regarded as the one with the lowest starting point."
"He originally belonged to an organization called 'Wild Dogs' in District 8. It's an organization, but in fact it's just a small gang. There are only about fifty people in total, and they are all ordinary people. Because Faciso has some professional talent, So his status inside is not low, and he has reached the position of a small boss."
"I remember reading his information before. The information showed that his talent as a professional was not outstanding, but his physical constitution was a bit special. However, due to poor conditions, no detailed testing was conducted."
"In the end, it was this mysterious special physique that saved his life."
"About the fifth year after he became the little leader, 'Wild Dog' accidentally got into trouble with a puppet master who had good luck and inherited from the ruins. The entire gang, except Faxiso, escaped because of his special physique. Except for this, everyone else has been turned into a puppet."
"Faxisuo took advantage of the puppet master's energy to run out, killed him, and then took over his inheritance."
"After receiving the inheritance, Faxisuo took away all the puppets of the puppet master, including those of the 'Wild Dog', and then relied on these puppets to make a name for himself in District 8 and successfully established the Origin Guild."
"Because of his unique identity and background, he has become the most unusual among these guild presidents."
It sounds like a typical grassroots counterattack story, but Dean's focus is not on that.
What he was more curious about than Faxisuo was, "Using living people to make puppets, this kind of profession can also pass the certification?"
"If this is the only refining method, of course it is not possible. But the puppet master's inheritance does not only use living people to refine puppets. The reason why the puppet master did this was just because he wanted revenge. 'Wild Dog' people."
"As the successor, Faxisuo, although crazy, is not stupid. He knew that this was a dead end, so after taking over, he sealed up all the living puppet refining methods."
"He chose another cultivation path, which is the one you know. Using alchemy methods and spending money to refine puppets is in line with some people's ideas, so he has the support of many wealthy businessmen. Regardless of the process Well, he is one of the few typical cases in recent years where a commoner has crossed the class gap, so although he is an ordinary person, his reputation is quite resounding."
After introducing the examples of "predecessors" to Dean, Sigrid looked at her watch and sighed: "Okay, the lazy time is over, I should go back."
"As for the magic pet I mentioned before, let's wait until I finish handling the review. I'll wait for two more days. Maybe there will be new surprises then."
Dean walked her all the way to the door. When he reached the courtyard gate, the strange experience of the last meeting suddenly came to mind.
He paused and called Sigrid.
"By the way, Your Highness..."
Do you have the habit of dressing up as your own maid?
Dean was about to ask this question, but his throat suddenly seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't make any sound.
He looked at Sigrid who turned around with a questioning look on her face, opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Sigrid frowned.
"It looks like... you were choked on something?"
Her eyebrows were vivid and there was nothing strange about her. Dean rubbed his eyebrows and suddenly couldn't remember what he wanted to ask.
He could only change the topic temporarily so that he would not be too embarrassed, "...be careful on the road and pay attention to rest."
"...Thank you for your concern?"
Sigrid blinked and hesitated.
After just staring at each other in silence for a moment, the two of them decided to forget about the incident and said goodbye in a tacit understanding.
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