Merlin looked calm and noncommittal. He followed the procedure and told him to wait for notification. He then called the next person in without immediately judging the success or failure of the interview.
The graduate stood up with unsteady steps and walked towards the door in a daze. His heart was in turmoil, and he regretted that he only focused on studying magic skills, but neglected to pay attention to many areas such as urban management and people's livelihood. At this moment, he felt that his future was bleak and he had no desire to live.
The graduate walked out of the interview room in a daze, as if all his energy had been drained away. He moved to the rest area with unsteady steps, unable to hold on any longer, and fell to the ground with his hands on his head.
He was filled with regret and astonishment. Who could have thought that such a question would be asked in an interview!
In his past understanding, whether it was the Aize Federation or the royal families of the six empires selecting officials, what they valued was nothing more than background, power, the benefits that the candidates could bring, their own magic level and actual combat strength, etc.
He was full of confidence for this interview. He had been thinking hard in seclusion for many days in advance, and had sorted out his brilliant achievements in the field of magic and his personal connections over the years in an orderly manner. He thought that these would be enough to guarantee victory, but in the end he found that all his careful preparations were of no use. The self-boasting words he had prepared were still stuck in his throat, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
At this time, many graduates who were still waiting for interviews in the lounge area saw him and became curious. They came over and asked the graduate, "Senior, how was your interview? What was it about? What questions were asked?"
Those eyes were filled with nervousness and anticipation. They hoped to learn some experience from their seniors, but were also afraid to hear news that was too difficult.
When the graduate heard what his classmates said, he was stunned for a moment, as if he had just pulled himself out of a quagmire of depression. Then, he rolled his eyes, coughed, and instantly put on a smile on his face. He pretended to be calm and passed the test easily. He waved his hand and said, "They are all asking about our basic information, such as the school we graduated from and the branch of magic we are good at. They are all very simple. Don't worry, it's easy to pass!"
As he spoke, he patted the shoulder of a junior student beside him in a serious manner, as if he was already an official of the Arcane City and was imparting his experience to the newcomer.
After hearing this, the graduates who were waiting for the interview felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. They smiled at each other and thought in their hearts: This interview is not that difficult. It seems that becoming an official of the Arcane City is a foregone conclusion!
The fire of hope was rekindled in their eyes, and their previous uneasiness was swept away. Some began to discuss their plans after joining the company in a low voice, while others leisurely tidied up their appearance, preparing to face the "simple" interview in the best condition.
However, reality gave them a loud slap in the face.
Afterwards, every graduate who went in came out, although they all pretended to be happy, they said things like "it's too easy".
But I was complaining in my heart: Damn it, it’s all the fault of the person before me who said it was easy. What is the point of this question? Totally unprepared! They didn’t remind us that we would ask such questions. No, they must not be the only ones to suffer!
After the interview, some of these graduates secretly clenched their fists, their nails digging into their palms, while others twitched the corners of their mouths slightly, their eyes full of regret and unwillingness.
However, due to the need to save face, they have to follow the "routines" of their predecessors and continue to convey the illusion that interviews are extremely easy. As a result, this "interview scene" continues to be staged in the rest area. However, only those who have experienced the real difficulty of an interview know the bitterness of it...
After a whole day of intense and busy work, the talent introduction interview session finally came to an end.
Merlin slumped in the chair exhaustedly, stretched his body for a long time, twisted his sore arms with both hands, his face full of fatigue, and secretly complained in his heart: I'd better not get involved in this kind of thing in the future, it's really too tiring, more troublesome than studying those advanced magical problems.
In contrast, the other four were in high spirits. They were still immersed in the novel feeling of being an interviewer for the first time.
Alex was the first to come to his senses. He quickly handed the organized documents to Merlin. Agatha glanced at Merlin and saw that he looked exhausted. She couldn't help but ask, "Merlin, what are you going to do?"
Merlin was rubbing his temples. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and looked confused: "What are you going to do?"
Agatha shook her head helplessly and explained patiently, "I'm talking about these graduates who came for the interview. You've seen that although they are indeed very good in their own professional fields of magic and each of them has their own unique skills, they are very average when it comes to urban construction and people's livelihood knowledge. Although there are more than a dozen who have performed quite well, the talent introduction plan of our Arcane City is huge, and we can't just accept these dozen people."
When Vice Dean Jenny and others heard Agatha's words, they all turned their eyes to Merlin, wanting to hear what Merlin thought.
Merlin's lips curled up slightly, a sly look flashed in his eyes, he looked down at the documents in front of him, and slowly said, "These are all valuable talents. If they don't come to the Arcane City and serve as our "cows and horses", wouldn't it be a pity?"
Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Before anyone could get angry, Merlin continued, "Think about it, which of these people has not passed through layers of screening and has achieved a certain social status and identity? They have great potential. Although most of their answers in this interview were not satisfactory, I don't want to let any of them go. I want them all."
"All? All?" Vice Dean Jenny's eyes widened. She obviously didn't expect Merlin to make this decision. After a moment of silence, she suddenly became angry and raised her voice to question, "Then what's the point of organizing this interview!"
"Vice-Dean, why don't you just be a mascot?"
"What did you say?" Vice Dean Jenny's face turned red instantly, and her eyes seemed to be able to spit fire. The temperature in the room seemed to rise a few degrees because of her anger.
Merlin wanted to slap himself, and he felt so regretful that he must have been too tired to say what was in his heart. He waved his hands and explained with a smile: "Vice Dean, don't be angry, there must be meaning in my doing this interview."
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