Reborn: Imperial Officer Promotion Guide

East Territory has a tropical desert climate, with a temperature difference of more than 30 degrees between day and night.

Wrapped in a blanket, he slept until seven in the morning, until the sunlight and heat wave woke Hull up.

Hull got up early in the morning, walked out of his bedroom and came to the living room, only to find that no one was there.

Hull is now a mid-level political officer, at the rank of captain. The environment and area of ​​his room are two levels better than when he was in the North.

Other lower-level government officials basically have basic single-room configurations.

Hull was assigned a large apartment with three bedrooms and two living rooms in the castle.

One living room is used as a reception room, and the other one was converted into a study.

As for the three rooms, naturally, Hel, Ling and Goliath each had one, and Reinhard was excluded.

This arrangement cannot be used to target General Lei Dian.

But who makes him so special?

General Lei Dian's reputation is so great that even with Hull's current position in the empire, he is unable to give him a decent identity.

He can only lie low for the time being.

Fortunately, he was a military man after all, and considering his abilities and work content, he had to be active in secret, so Hull also registered him among the entourage.

Naturally, it is impossible to request an extra room for him.

"Looks like everyone's out?"

Heer opened the rooms of Ling and Goliath respectively and found that they were gone.

The pillows and quilt on the bed were neatly arranged, and it seemed that he had been gone for quite some time.

Last night, Hull handed over the task of providing relief to the people and the funds to Ling.

Ling herself was an orphan and had always lived a life of hunger and hunger. Naturally, she could empathize with the miserable lives of those who lived in the same poverty.

Goliath also had a tragic past, and he naturally had sympathy for the poor people who could not get enough food.

One of them has brains and the other has military force, and more importantly, they are willing to work hard to help the poor.

Even if Hull doesn't give any specific instructions, I believe they can handle it.

At this moment, there was a sound from the door of Hull's room. When he opened the door, Hull's pupils instantly produced an eight-magnitude earthquake.

With a "bang", Hull closed the door subconsciously.

"Impossible...How could he be here?!" Hull gasped heavily, somewhat unable to believe it.

When he opened the door again, he finally realized that the guy was pestering him again...

"Long time no see... Helheim Junior Administrative Officer..."

The man looked a little neurotic. He was not tall, probably less than 1.6 meters. He looked at Hull with a disgusting smile on his face.

"Lieutenant Mosbia?!"

He was Hull's immediate superior in the Northern Fortress.

As a lieutenant-level officer, he not only has low intelligence, sinister character, lack of common sense, and no tolerance for others, but Hull once thought that he was a powerful magician with superb abilities. However, he later found out that his magical talent was also terrible.

It can be said that everything about him was on the opposite side of Hull, and he was also the first "strong enemy" Hull encountered!

Of course, as an enemy, he did not cause any actual harm to Hull.

If I have to say, as his subordinate at that time, Hull had to obey this guy's orders many times.

Later he fell from power and became Hull's subordinate, who also tried to reform him.

As it turned out, this guy, unsurprisingly, thought he had found Hull's sore spot and ran away to betray his country and surrender to the enemy with the so-called "confidential intelligence".

Although everything was Hull's plan, when he thought about the time he was interacting with this guy, Hull immediately felt physically and psychologically uncomfortable, which was somewhat like a trauma.

Hull clearly remembered that after leaving the North, he immediately submitted all the criminal materials of this guy in the North Fortress, including the intelligence of secret communications with the enemy country, to the central government.

Logically speaking, such a serious crime would not be enough to atone for it even if he was cut into pieces, but why was he still standing in front of him?

"Um... Lord Hel, I... I am no longer a lieutenant. I am your exclusive slave during your time in East Territory. Please give me your guidance!"

The empire allowed the existence of slaves, as they were unpaid laborers and only needed to be given basic food. Some special talents who committed serious crimes would not be executed directly, but would be deprived of their freedom and become slaves.

There were even high-level slaves such as combat slaves.

Some of the children and women who were abducted and sold into slavery were innocent victims of their misfortunes, but people like Mosbia truly deserved it.

Although this guy Mosbia is useless, he at least has magic power in his body. Even if he became a slave because of a serious crime, his status is higher than that of ordinary slaves.

Therefore, they are qualified to stay in functional departments as official slaves such as attendants and odd jobs.

After roughly understanding the current situation, Hull still found it difficult to accept this fact.

Hull shouted, "CHANGE!!!" and then slammed the door.

But the next second, Hull began to reflect.

As a mid-level political official, he had no right to refuse the official slaves arranged by his superiors.

Normally, the slaves allocated by the government would go through layers of screening. After being selected by the senior government officials, the remaining slaves would be handed over to other government officials for selection.

Those who are a little smarter, prettier, and more capable have already been selected.

By the time it comes to a civil servant of Hull's level, there won't be any talent available.

Mosbia is like the leftovers left for Hull, and it's the smelly and rotten kind.

If a replacement really needed to be made, the only way to object was to wait until the next quarter, when the slaves were regularly rotated.

In other words, for at least the next six months, I won't be able to get rid of this guy Mosbia...

Hull leaned against the door behind him and sighed heavily, as if he had given up.

When he opened the door again, he found that Mosbia was much thinner than when he was in the North. He looked like a not very smart monkey, but he looked even more wretched, especially with a flattering smile on his face. That look made Hull hate him even more.

"follow me..."

"Yes Yes."

Two people walked quietly in the corridor, one in front and one behind.

"I'm...really surprised. I didn't expect that my master this time would be you..." Mosbia made a sound from behind that made Hull feel suffocated.

"..."

"Since then, my life has completely changed. I serve various nobles every day, work like a slave and do all the dirty and tiring work. I suffer from bullying and live a dark life almost every day. Recently, I often think about the past..."

Ah...what is this guy talking to himself, who wants to listen to his story...

"..."

"Ah... that! I hope you don't misunderstand me. I have brought this situation upon myself. I don't mean to blame Lord Hel at all. I reflect on myself every moment. Sure enough, everything is the retribution for the big mistake I made in the past."

"...Mosbia." Hull stopped and turned to look at Mosbia.

"Yes Yes!"

"Can you please stop talking to me? I don't feel the value of talking to you."

"..."

"Also, it's best not to say stupid things like 'I've reflected on it' or something like that. That will only make people think you're trying to gain sympathy. Also, saying something that's a given is just nonsense. It's meaningless except for wasting time."

"..."

Mosbia showed a humiliated expression, gritted his teeth and closed his mouth.

Seeing his appearance, Heer sighed again: "Sure enough, even high-level slaves are still too luxurious for you..."

As a former lieutenant-level officer, Mosbia is much stronger than ordinary people just because of the magic power contained in his body.

Very suitable for serving as a high-level slave.

But Heer knew that this man was a complete scumbag and his character could not be changed.

Even if he possesses magic power, he is not qualified to continue living, and it would be unnecessary to send him directly to the slave ranch in the Kraken area.

"…Just kill him…" Heer muttered to himself, pinching his chin.

"Ah!?" Mosbia subconsciously dodged backwards, as if he was avoiding an arrow, and instinctively lowered his already short body to avoid Hull's sight.

Heer found that he had unconsciously spoken out his true feelings: "Ah, don't be nervous, I'm not talking to you, I'm just talking to myself, don't take it to heart."

"You're kidding, right? You're definitely talking about me!"

"You think too much. Also, please, please don't talk to me."

"..."

Official slaves were the public property of the castle, just like pots and pans. Hull only had the power to drive them around and could not execute them at will.

And in the empire, the very existence of slavery was controversial.

The nobles were almost evenly split between those in favor and those against.

Among them were moderates who fought for the human rights of slaves, and were also major supporters of slavery.

Since the Lord of East was able to assign official slaves to Hull as servants, it must be that the supporters of slavery had the upper hand.

If the execution was carried out rashly, it might cause unnecessary trouble, and it would be bad if the person was labeled as abusing slaves.

"But……"

Hull looked at Mosbia's face again.

He is already over forty years old, has no talent and no logic, and only dares to flatter his superiors and boss his subordinates around. He has betrayed his country and has been abandoned by his family. He has lived for half of his life but still has no ability to handle specific affairs. In the end, he wanted to abandon his motherland and go to the Principality, but was rejected. This guy is rotten to the core.

Even Hull had no confidence that he could reform him.

Hull even suspected that the higher-ups knew about Mosbia's grudge against him. Did they deliberately send him to his side just to disgust him?

Obviously, I still have the responsibility to save this dead land, but now I have to spend time and energy to deal with this man...

"...Alas." Hull let out a huge sigh for the third time.

"Please...please don't be disappointed in me."

On the other side, Mosbia bowed deeply to Hull.

"Lord Hull, please believe me. I have changed my ways. As your slave, I will do my best to complete all the tasks you assign!"

No ability but ambition...

But I still can't execute him...

Sure enough, this guy Mosbia might be his nemesis.