Reborn: Imperial Officer Promotion Guide

This incident dates back to a month ago.

In the cold basement, a high-ranking noble looked down with calm and penetrating eyes at the slave who was kneeling on the ground with a look of fear on his face.

"…How pitiful, Mosbia."

The man sat hunched on a stone seat, with a coat of arms ring on the index finger of his right hand and a sapphire ring on his ring finger. His palm was placed on a scepter inlaid with emerald on top, and he shook his head and muttered to himself.

"Um...ah, did I do something to displease you? I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Just don't whip me again...I'll do anything..."

Mosbia hurriedly curled up and crawled in front of the man, his body still shaking.

After becoming a slave, he lived a dark life every day in the court of the nobles.

The endless dirty work began when the sun rose, and any slight mistake would result in a beating.

Mosbia was originally a distinguished member of the upper nobility, and slaves like him who fell from the clouds were very "welcome" among the nobles.

Especially for those lower nobles who were bullied by the upper nobles on a daily basis, he especially liked to beat them when they were down.

In just a few months, this kind of day and night abuse had completely destroyed Mosbia's self-esteem as a superior noble.

"Since your story was exposed, your family has removed you from the family tree, but you still have the blood of a high-ranking noble. Your family is also putting pressure on me, hoping that I can get rid of you for them."

"Eh...?!" Mosbia raised his body. He couldn't believe this was true.

The man's eyes were fixed on Mosbia.

"How about it? Do you want to be saved, or sleep forever?"

"I...I...I don't want to die...Please, spare my life! I'm willing to do anything!" Mosbia kept kowtowing to the superior nobles on the stone seat, hoping to save his life.

"..."

Looking at the unseemly guy in front of him, the man narrowed his eyes with disgust.

They had met several times at gatherings among upper nobles, and in the man's opinion, Mosbia was an arrogant and somewhat neurotic man.

Apart from his status as a high-ranking noble, he has no value to exploit.

But now it’s different...

"Then I want you to go to Helheim as a slave. Can you do that?"

This was the life-saving rope handed over by the man, but the other end of the rope was that terrible man.

"This...this?" Mosbia hesitated.

"What's wrong? He took everything from you, don't you want revenge?"

The man frowned slightly and tapped the top of the jade scepter with his index finger, again and again. The ring made a crisp sound when it touched the jade.

"Of course I want revenge... I want to eat that guy alive... But a slave cannot disobey his master..."

"Don't worry. I will modify your magic contract and ease your restrictions."

"So... can something like that really be done?"

"I have obtained the approval of the Ministry of Public Security. Even that man would not think that the slave contract you signed has been modified. In other words, that man cannot force you to do anything as a master."

The magical contracts of all official slaves in the Empire are managed by the Empire's Ministry of Public Security.

From drafting to implementation, everything was handled uniformly by the Imperial Ministry of Public Security.

"The strength of the empire depends on excellent generals, but generals who are too excellent can also harm the empire. There is no doubt that Helheim is such a threat."

A blank sheet of paper born in a civilian family, with no background and no resources to rely on, was assigned to the Northern Territory as a new general and was promoted to captain in less than half a year.

The lower-ranking officers and soldiers in the North praised him as a hero, while the higher-ranking officers either kept silent or spoke evasively about him.

What exactly happened in the North remains a mystery to this day.

Such dangerous elements must be eliminated as a priority.

Mosbia swallowed.

"So...what do I need to do to get to that man?"

Poisoning? Assassination? Tripping someone up?

"Don't do anything. Just quietly become a pair of eyes beside that man."

"what?"

"That man has a very sharp eye. If you show any clues, you will be discovered immediately. I need you to stay quietly and obey all his commands as an official slave."

But if that's the case, wouldn't I just be able to passively take the beating and be unable to do anything?

What's the point of sending me like this?

"I will send someone to contact you regularly. He will use a wand that can read memories to get information from you about the man."

"My Lord...Do your men still have that kind of wand?"

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for the empire's upper nobles to possess such an unethical wand.

There are no relevant records for all registered wands.

Unless he is some kind of top-level assassination magician.

Only in this way can we achieve the goal of taking people by surprise.

No matter how good Helheim was, he couldn't block the sword coming from his blind spot.

"You don't have to worry about this, Mosbia. If you are accidentally exposed, that man will most likely give you a hell more painful than death. This is also a very dangerous thing for you. You must make up your mind in advance."

"...Please let me do it!" Mosbia nodded without hesitation.

"I want that man to taste the hell I've been through. That's my life-long wish. I'd rather give up my life if it means I can get revenge!"

Mosbia's words showed enough awareness.

Hatred and revenge are now the only motivation for Mosbia to survive.

"Hmph, that's a statement that's more like that of a high-ranking noble. Well, I'll make you a promise that will make you more motivated. If you can successfully grasp Helheim's weakness, I can make an exception and restore your noble status."

"really?"

Mosbia's voice brightened.

"Ah, this is the agreement between us."

"…But, will that guy accept me easily?"

The man's fingers continued tapping on the emerald scepter, and he was silent for a moment.

"Of course it's difficult. From the intelligence I have, that man is very wary and won't trust anyone easily. Your sudden appearance next to him will definitely arouse his suspicion. However, unless he can sneak into the Ministry of Public Security or the Ministry of Personnel, he will definitely not find any evidence. Even if he is wary of you, he can't do anything to you."

"Even if it takes several months... or even years to hide, as long as that man reveals his true colors, even just one word, one action, or one moment will be enough."

"..."

"Who can go through several years without revealing any flaws? No matter how cunning Helheim is, he is no exception."

After the man finished speaking, he grasped the emerald scepter and slammed it hard on the ground, making a crisp sound.

A smile appeared on Mosbia's face, and his eyes were burning with memories of his past in the North.

He couldn't tolerate the fact that he was living like a cockroach while that guy could rise to the top by stepping on his corpse.

He will never let that Helheim go!

"... Even if it takes a few months or even years, even if I have to continue to suffer in the Asura Hell, I must find that guy's weakness! Absolutely... Absolutely..."

Mospitz muttered to himself over and over again, as if he was warning himself or casting an uninterrupted curse on himself.

Back to the present, standing in the corridor, Hull showed a painful expression.

He had a headache with Mosbia.

He had to go to his office now to deal with today's work and had no time to waste on this guy.

"that..."

"Yes! Just tell me what arrangements you have! I'm willing to do anything!"

Before Hull could finish his words, Mosbia responded energetically.

"I have to go to work now and I don't have time to waste on you. Go back to my room now, face the wall, plug your ears, walk around the living room in circles, and don't talk, listen, or see from now on. Can you do it?"

If this were the case, Hull could focus on his own business without wasting his energy on managing this guy.

"Is that all? I am your loyal slave, I can do anything!"

Hull sighed, "Really? That's great. Then, if possible, block your mouth and nose, and don't breathe from now on."

"Eh?! If that happens, I'll suffocate to death, right?!"

"Ah...Is it still not working? Never mind, don't embarrass yourself out there. Now go back to my room and don't do anything but walk around the living room."

Hull sighed heavily again, then strode away.

Mosbia came to Hull's room as instructed. After entering the door, he opened it a little and looked around at the corridor.

After confirming whether there was anyone else there, he spat fiercely on the ground.

"Damn it! Helheim...just wait for me! Sooner or later, I will make you pay tenfold!"

Mosbia has become a slave of Helheim according to the request of that adult.

Now I have successfully entered his room.

Mosbia now really wanted to turn the entire room upside down, so that he might be able to find some private information about the man.

However, he knew very well that since Helheim dared to let him into his room, it would be impossible for him to leave such a loophole.

This is a test, yes, absolutely!

Mosbia smiled confidently.

"I will show you my determination, Lord Mosbia!"

Mosbia rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning the room.

He took the bucket and filled it with water, then walked around the room with the rag, wiping carefully, not even leaving out any corners.

"Doesn't that guy clean his room? Really, it's dirty everywhere. It's just a reflection of that man's inner world. It's so turbid that it's unbearable to look at."

Mosbia wiped the smelly sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself while trying his best to clean the house spotlessly.

Four hours later, when the twelfth bucket of water was dyed black, the whole room was refreshed and the floor sparkled in the sun.

Mosbia was extremely tired. The muscles in his thighs and arms were stiff and numb. Looking at the bright and spacious room, he felt a sense of pride.

“Hehehe…when I come back and see you…even that monster will re-evaluate my worth!”

Mosbia did this, of course, to gain Hull's trust.

As long as we get into that guy's heart step by step, we will be able to find his weakness one day!

To do this, one must now demonstrate one's worth as a slave.

Four hours later, Hull returned to the room.

The moment the door opened, Mosbia came to greet him with a smile on his face.

He chuckled in his heart, expecting Hull's surprised expression when he saw the room clearly.

"This...did you do this?" Sure enough, as soon as Hull entered the door, he opened his mouth wide and pointed his finger at the spotless floor.

"Yes Yes!"

"Did you use the water from that bucket?"

Hull's gaze rested on the bucket of water on the floor, the water there was already turbid.

"Yes!" Mosbia showed a proud expression: "I changed twelve buckets of water and finally cleaned the room."

Mosbia kept in mind every time he changed the water, just so that he could tell Hull about it as his own achievement.

"…How did you get here?"

"Well... because I am a slave, I can't ride a horse or a carriage. I walked for several days under the scorching sun to finally get here."

Even though he didn't know what Hull meant by asking this, Mosbia told him the truth.

He knew that no lie could be concealed, so he just faced it calmly.

"Yeah……"

In an instant, Hull grabbed Mosbia's neck, lifted him up and pressed him against the wall.

"Gawa...Gawa!" Mosbia didn't know why Hull suddenly became violent towards him. Did he do something wrong?

"Should I dig out your rotten eyeballs?"

"What...what...why?" Mosbia struggled to squeeze out these words.

"You came all the way here, didn't you see those people dying of thirst?"

“Eh…eh…?!”

If you think about it carefully, you can indeed see a lot of shriveled people lying motionless in the shade of the ruins.

But what does that have to do with him?

"The East Territory is located in the Red Viper Desert. Water represents life. Even the water used in the castle is rationed to prevent some people from selling excess water as a commodity. Since I came here and saw the tragic situation, I haven't even taken a bath... I just want to save some water resources and distribute it to those who have no water to drink..."

"Now you're telling me...you used twelve buckets of water just to clean the room?!"

Hull's eyes began to reveal murderous intent, and he pressed his wrist hard against Mosbia's neck again.

"I can't... breathe... anymore..."

Hull gritted his teeth and threw Mosbia to the ground. Even though Mosbia did such a stupid thing, he couldn't just kill him.

——After all, he is the property of Lord East.

"Drink it..." Hull pointed to the bucket of sewage.

"Drink...what...?" Mosbia covered his neck and whimpered.

"Don't you understand me? I told you to drink the water from that bucket!"

As he spoke, Hull carried Mosbia to the bucket of sewage.

"Hey hey hey?! Please forgive me! I know I was wrong!!!" Mosbia exclaimed as he looked at the turbid sewage inside.

The bucket was already black and bubbling, with a mixture of hair and dirt floating on its surface.

Hull shook his head, it turned out that his eyes were not blind.

This means that he must have seen the miserable conditions of the people along the way.

It's just that like many nobles, he is selectively blind.

In other words, this kind of person will always only consider his or her own feelings.

"Even if the water is this turbid, it can still save lives for those dying of thirst. So many people can't even get it!"

"Hey, this bucket of water is so dirty...you'll die if you drink it..."

"You have almost wasted my water ration for this month. I don't have any extra water to give you. If you don't want this water, you will have no water to drink for the next period of time."

"I'm so sorry! I know I was wrong! Please have mercy on me!" Mosbia lay on the ground with his hands clasped together and raised high.

Hull just shook his head: "Listen to me, if you do anything unnecessary in the future, I will tie you up with a rope and throw you into the corner."

After saying this, Hesen dragged his tired body out of the room.

As expected, Mosbia can always give him a heavy blow no matter when...

I am really exhausted.

But Hull couldn't rest at this moment. He had to go and see how Ling and Goliath were doing in providing relief today.

There is still a lot to be done, and people die every day because of guys like Mosbia.