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"The power limit test is complete. It completely exceeds the machine's limit. It is temporarily assessed as a heroic spirit."
Fu Ke stood next to the last testing instrument, recording the final data.
Wu Ci asked, "Have you finished testing everything?"
"It's done, but there are still two questions left. Chief Zhen asked me to bring them here. I hope to get your formal answers, classmate Wu Ci. After all, Taoist Chu Ci has not awakened after being initialized, and his memory is temporarily blocked, so I don't know much." Pei Ke closed the notebook, put the cap on the gel pen and clipped it to her collar, and said seriously.
Wu Ci glanced at the two heroes who were chatting deeply not far away and said, "Please speak."
"First question: What do you think of the evil spirit that infected Taoist Chu Ci in his later years?"
"Demonic energy? I don't know where it came from. From Taoist Chu Ci's description, it seems to be something from outer space. Moreover, the transformation of people by demonic energy is irreversible. Once infected, there will definitely be no good ending." Wu Ci chose a conservative answer.
Fu Ke did not comment on the answer. "Second question: What is your favorite pencil model?"
Wu Ci's face was filled with questions, "2H?"
"Okay, I understand. I will convey every word to Director Zhen Shanhe." After saying this in a businesslike manner, Fu Ke finally showed a gloating look on his face as if he was deliberately taking revenge on Wu Ci for embarrassing him just now. "In addition, the principal of the Sky Group student loan you applied for will be collected in installments together with the monthly interest after you become a spiritualist.
Later, the certificate of the necromancer will be in your hands... So, within tomorrow, if you cannot pay, you will still be caught and forced to mine, or directly work for the Sky Group for 785 years without compensation as a necromancer in breach of contract.
Based on your assessment results, Director Zhen Shanhe will give you some "favorable treatment". Student Wu Ci, you have to do the same as me, because you have become a civil servant in advance because of your debt repayment."
Fu Ke finished all of this in one breath, holding back a smile and patting Wu Ci's shoulder seriously, "I will arrange for you to go directly to the Ideological and Political Training Department later. After you pass the exam and do an internship for a period of time, you will be Director Zhen Shanhe's direct subordinate. By then, we will be colleagues. The director will also give you a pair of electronic handcuffs of the same model, which can not only locate you in real time, but also control you with electric current in real time. Quickly finish the internship and come to share the work with me. If you don't come soon, I will die suddenly."
Witch's Word: ...
His expression slowly twisted.
It’s the Sky Group again, the capitalists… Although I’ve known this for a long time, it doesn’t affect Wu Ci from sighing again that this kind of loan is a deliberate attempt to cheat people, and to forcefully bind those talented necromancers who have no money and want to climb up the social ladder!
What's more, Zhen Shanhe's direct subordinate, not to mention that he has to be 007 every day, just hearing the identity is a trap.
Who is Zhen Shanhe? He was the chairman of the Sky Group and then the director of the Heroic Spirit Special Affairs Management Bureau.
Once you become his direct subordinate, you will inevitably offend the royal family and the Dark Star government, as well as the people who hate the Sky Group.
There might also be conflicts within the Sky Group. According to Mi Ke, most of their work is to do dirty things for Zhen Shanhe, so they might offend people from the Sky Group.
It sounds good to be a direct subordinate of Zhen Shanhe, but in fact it means losing the room for promotion, as he will always be under pressure from the director Zhen Shanhe.
In the normal process of becoming a spiritualist, after graduating from university, one has to go to the palace for an interview, but waiting for the position assignment from Princess Morning Star, who is in charge of all Dark Star affairs, will definitely be a failure. The fact that Princess Morning Star doesn't want to kill this corporate traitor who only has the name of a civil servant can be considered a sign of her kindness.
Not to mention the electronic handcuffs! Real-time positioning, real-time current control! Complete loss of freedom and privacy!
Zhen Shanhe is planning to directly control the spirit guardian to control the heroic spirits!
"Think positively, brother," Ke expressed deep sympathy for his brother who was about to suffer and share the work with him. "Being a bodyguard at least means you have a high status. Even if others call us black dogs and want to kill us, on the surface everyone has to call us sir. If you don't like someone, you can kill him first and report later. It doesn't matter if he is from a middle or upper class noble family. You can just accuse him of a crime afterwards. You don't even have to write the report yourself. You can just pass it to the people below you."
Wu Ci was silent for a moment, "You and Tianjizi don't look alike. I guess your compatibility is only in appearance."
Tianjizi would never speak to him like that.
"Hey, you're the first one to say that... But it's not bad if we match in appearance! When I was a child, the Queen Mother dug out my eyes, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise and I made a contract with Tianjizi."
Wu Ci wanted to ask Pi Ke why the Queen Mother dug out his eyes, but he felt that Pi Ke had no desire to say anything more about his dug out eyes, so he stopped talking.
He had no problem with that, and since she was so busy at work that she had no spare energy, she didn't say anything else except work.
"Later, a robot will give you your certificate and lead you to ideological and political training."
Fu Ke waved to Tianjizi who was holding onto Chu Ci not far away, "Master Tianji, let's go! We're going to be late for our next work schedule!"
Tianjizi's body froze, revealing the frustrated look of a worker who had failed in his job. He slowly turned to Chu Ci and said, "Fellow Daoist Chu, I have to go to work now. Let's talk next time..."
How much work is there... Even the immortal and almost inexhaustible heroic spirit is suffering... According to the spiritual power of ordinary spiritualists, even if Pi Ke has as much spiritual energy as Wu Ci, Tian Jizi can only exist for two hours a day at most! Could it be that Pi Ke has to kowtow to Tian Jizi to keep working?
Wu Ci was overwhelmed with grief, and controlled Chu Ci to bow and say goodbye, "Go, Taoist Tianji, we'll talk next time..."
Tianjizi nodded, then turned around and bowed to Wuci's original body, "Since you can make a contract with Chu Daoyou, you must be a sincere person. Although Chu Daoyou is stubborn sometimes, he has good intentions. Please treat Chu Daoyou well. If you need me, I will never refuse, even if I die."
"Master Tianji, don't worry." Wu Ci greeted him.
After Pi Ke and Tian Ji Zi left, "Chu Ci" stepped forward and handed a card in his hand to Wu Ci.
This is what Tianjizi just secretly gave to "Chu Ci". It contains 200 standard spirit stones specified by Dark Star. I wonder if Tianjizi took it from his equally indebted spirit master, Fu Ke.
Not only did he verbally instruct Wu Ci to treat "Chu Ci" well, he also took money out of fear that "Chu Ci" would be wronged and make him unhappy. When Chu Ci was restricted by the spiritual energy of the spiritual master, he could rely on the spiritual power in the spirit stone, so he couldn't refuse. Now all the money went to Wu Ci.
Although these spirit stones are marked and restricted by the authorities and cannot be exchanged for credit points to repay debts, and can only be used to give to heroes, it is at least money.
How many credit points can 200 Spiritual Stones equal?
But Mi Ke is different. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even though her family is bankrupt, she still has some charm left, and the heroes under her are so generous.
Although this makes it seem like Wu Ci is a hateful spirit master who cheated Tianjizi of his money and his body, and "Chu Ci" also handed over the money given by Pi Ke and Tianjizi to him, and directly did some minotaur things to Pi Ke and Tianjizi behind their backs...
Just as I was thinking about it, a robot with a brass shell knocked on the door and came in from outside. The sound of the wheels turning at the bottom was barely perceptible on the metal floor.
The robot handed over a black leather certificate with both hands. On the cover was printed a glittering name: "Dark Star Spirit Master Qualification Certificate"
Wu Ci took the ID and opened it. In addition to his one-inch ID photo in the upper right corner, there were several columns:
[Jointly issued by the Eternal Night Royal Family and the Dark Star Government]
[Dark Star Official Spiritual Master "Witch Words"]
[Holding this certificate means that the holder will voluntarily fulfill the obligations of a spiritualist and has the power to enforce the law and special pardons]
Although the result was not ideal, at least I got a stepping stone for the lower-class people to cross the class barrier.
This certificate, in addition to the obligation that the necromancer could be forcibly conscripted at any time, also allows the necromancer to enjoy many special privileges.
For example, criminal immunity, the power to enforce the law, and general civil and criminal pardons.
Some people jokingly call this certificate a "killing certificate", which means that any spiritualist with this certificate is no longer a commoner, but a high-ranking upper class person who is qualified to commit crimes without being held accountable, which is the so-called right to kill.
As for the power to enforce the law, it means that if a witch kills someone or lynches someone, they can arbitrarily accuse them of a crime and call it enforcing the law.
In addition, a witch who holds this certificate is also qualified to pardon the crimes of lower-class people. That is to say, if a witch has subordinates or relatives who he lets kill people, or if they kill people at will or commit crimes, he can pardon the subordinate's crime at any time and seek personal gain to protect that subordinate or relative.
[Respected Master of the Spirits, please follow me.] The robot made a sweet but cold electronic sound, and red light flickered on the black electronic display, forming a simple smiling expression.
Wu Ci put the certificate in his pocket, turned Chu Ci into a spirit particle and dispersed it to preserve his spiritual power, then followed the robot to the Ideological and Political Training Department.
The Heroic Spirit Special Affairs Management Bureau is very large, with a total of 99 floors, and the Ideological and Political Training Department is 64 floors underground.
He followed the robot through the silver-gray metal corridor and took the elevator down.
The elevator was lit with warm yellow lights, and people could be seen through the frosted metal walls, with blurry shadows.
Even in a closed space, the air is not stuffy, exuding an expensive yet light aroma, and even the descent is accompanied by soothing piano music.
[We have reached the negative 64th floor, respected spiritual master.]
Wu Ci nodded slightly and followed the robot into the training hall.
The auditorium that was temporarily used as a training hall was packed with people, all of whom seemed to be trainees waiting to be assigned civil service positions. The leader on the podium was giving a speech.
The robot's electronic eyes flashed, and it wanted to inform the leader Wu Ci on the stage that he wanted to join, but was temporarily stopped by Wu Ci's hand.
Wu Ci pushed the robot aside and squeezed into the crowd to listen for a while. He found that the leaders on the stage were reading out various policy spirits from the script. It was basically a traditional empty talk meeting within the system.
He looked around and suddenly found a pile of corpses in students' uniforms under the podium in front of the crowd. The blood was all over the ground, reflecting on the metal floor, causing the crowded students standing below to step back for fear of getting their shoes and pants dirty.
"I'm late. May I ask what's going on with those corpses in front of us?" Wu Ci poked a student next to him.
"They were undercover agents of the cult. They failed the political review and were executed on the spot when they were caught. It was like killing a chicken to scare the monkeys. Those who offended their superiors and the upper echelons were also treated as undercover agents." The trainee looked around and lowered his head to whisper in Wu Ci's ear, "We are also afraid that the execution will tarnish our reputation if it is disclosed. After all, undercover agents have sneaked into the Ideological and Political Department, so they are made loyal in advance. Then they can be said to have died heroically, and we can also cheat some pensions to give to the leaders above as tea money."
"Is that so... that's really strict," Wu Ci stroked his chin, and heard the leader on the podium finally finish reading the manuscript. After five minutes of repetitive officialdom, he concluded:
"Then today's job allocation is over. I hope everyone will work together."
Blah, blah, blah, blah!
There was thunderous applause from the audience below the rostrum. Every student clapped and flattered desperately to show political correctness, for fear of offending the leader and being singled out as an undercover agent, and thus “dying in the line of duty” in front of the rostrum.
"Is this the final allocation? You all have positions?" Wu Ci asked in confusion.
"Yes, the assignment has been made. You came late, and you will probably have to stay in there for a few months with the next batch of trainees. But if you have connections and give yourself some money, you should be able to work in a smaller department." The previous trainee replied regretfully.
Wu Ci nodded in understanding, and waved to the robot that he had rejected and pushed to the other side, "Please help me sign up for the next batch of training."
[Okay, dear Master of the Spirits]
As soon as the robot finished speaking, Wu Ci saw that the students next to him all had shocked expressions.
"What's wrong? Can't I sign up now? Do I have to wait until the meeting is over?"
The crowd was silent, as if they were trapped in a hollow atmosphere. Finally, the student who had spoken to Wu Ci before spoke tremblingly: "The model of this robot... seems to be a combat security robot specially used to serve VIPs... What did she call you just now?"
[I am talking about the respected spiritual master.]
The robot's electronic eyes flashed red, and the volume gradually increased. From that electronic voice, I could actually hear a solemn announcement:
[The respected spiritual master requested to participate in the political review training camp to be assigned work.]
Wu Ci instantly became the target of everyone's attention, and everyone in the auditorium focused their attention on him.
The crowd fearfully and silently made way for a path that led directly to the rostrum below, where corpses and blood were piled. They looked at Wu Ci standing in the center with reverence and envy.
The leader on the podium immediately stood up, looked respectful, performed all the necessary etiquette, jumped off the podium, stepped over the broken limbs and pools of blood on the ground that even the students didn't want to touch, and trotted all the way to personally welcome Wu Ci to the podium to sit down.
The leader, who was already a bit overweight in middle age and had a bald head, quickly picked up a thermos with a red flower and green lining in a plastic shell, which was a bit rustic for middle-aged people. He took a teacup and made a cup of green tea. He bent down and offered it to Wu Ci, smiling, "My lord, I am sorry for not welcoming you... I hope you will do me a favor after the meeting. I have just booked a banquet at Yuxuanzhu to make amends for you..."
Even though he didn't like green tea very much, Wu Ci took the cup of tea in a daze.
There were also such moments of respect in the memories of the Heroic Spirit simulation, and even more, but it did not give him the same sense of reality.
He took a sip of tea, and finally felt vaguely that his class status was really different.
He stepped into the heights that had once oppressed him and became one of the privileged people he once hated the most.
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