"I feel like you tricked me, but I don't know how to put it..."
Evan looked at the document, which was about an inch wide, and then at Smith sitting opposite him, and sighed.
This is the clerical work he needs to take on as a reserve manager, since he needs the relevant skills to become the highest-ranking manager in the future.
However, I always felt that the workload was quite heavy.
"Don't say that, Lord Evan. You should consider my workload before you speak..."
Smith's voice was soft and weak, and his condition silenced Evan.
As mentioned before, a document about the width of a finger actually represents about a week's worth of work for Evan.
He didn't have much paperwork to do each day, but he accumulated it mainly as the chief craftsman working in the forging workshop.
The files in front of Smith... well, a day's work, were almost as tall as his head.
The community is expanding, and with tens of thousands of people, all sorts of things happen every day.
All these matters had to be handled through the central management of the settlement. Although most of these documents were applications, Smith only needed to glance at them to see if they were reasonable, whether they needed to be stamped, or whether they were approved by Smith's subordinates.
However, there are so many that they can trigger trypophobia.
"Too brutal, too brutal..."
Evan genuinely suspected that Smith, as a superhuman, was not defeated by the Dark Erosion Beast or old age, but rather by the exhaustion of paperwork someday.
While he was still marveling at the situation, someone else brought over several pages of documents, adding to the pile of papers in front of Smith.
“Mr. Smith, you still have a lot of work to finish, you can’t rest now.”
Smith: ...
He didn't say anything to that person, but waited until the person left, then turned around and looked at Evan expressionlessly.
"You see, this is my workload. Our workloads are completely different. If you mind, I can switch with you."
"There's really no need for that."
About half an hour later, Evan was walking from the management center to the forging workshop.
Although he had just joked about Smith's workload, he wasn't actually dissatisfied with his current daily routine.
It was through his involvement in the management center that he gained a clearer understanding of how the people in the community lived and what difficulties they faced.
The documents he handled also made him realize the pressure that comes with being a manager.
"What did Uncle John say before? All the big and small things in our settlement are on Mr. Smith's shoulders."
The weightlifting champion of the gathering place truly lives up to his name, truly lives up to his reputation…
Good morning, Brother Evan.
Several teenagers ran past him, carrying wooden weapons. They looked like they had just returned from training, and the boy in the lead greeted Evan.
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