Reborn: Imperial Officer Promotion Guide

Eastland is an exclave of the Empire, located southeast of the Imperial capital.

Unlike the cold north, East Territory is surrounded by the Red Viper Desert and has a very hot climate.

This was originally the territory of the Desert Sultanate. Fifteen years ago, the Desert Sultanate was at war with the surrounding desert tribes and the empire.

After being defeated, they ceded this desert territory to the Empire and swore to become its vassal.

Due to the harsh climate, even the transportation routes in the Red River Gorge, the front line of the eastern part of the empire, would deliberately avoid this area and take a long detour to transport supplies.

"It's too awful……"

Compared with the East Territory, the Kraken region known as the "Land of Plague" is a place of outstanding people and fertile land.

Endless yellow sand and ruins that blend into the desert.

The land is half sand and half weathered stone. Due to long-term exposure to the scorching sun, the skin of the people here is generally brown and black, and their lips are chapped due to lack of water for too long.

Many people lay in the shadow of the ruins, motionless like mummies, and they seemed to have no strength to move their bodies.

Death place.

Hull made such judgment in his heart.

This area has completely lost its vitality, and there is not even a trace of desire for recovery in people's eyes.

As they walked, the begging children followed Hull like zombies, dragging their heavy steps, with dull eyes.

Hull pulled the reins to slow the horse down, and then shared some of the water and food he brought with the children.

When we arrived at the capital of East County, we walked through the city gate and into the town, but we saw a completely different world.

Green grass, tall poplar trees, exotic beauties wearing tulle, and a luxurious castle with a golden dome.

Ponds fed by azure waters are lined with mansions.

The air is filled with moist sweetness, as if you have arrived at the seaside.

The people who lived here were most likely either nobles or big businessmen.

Walking into the golden-roofed castle, the interior decoration is full of exotic style.

The colorful murals and carpets, the stained glass windows are colorful under the sunlight, and the burning incense exudes a charming aroma.

The fruit basket was filled with colorful fruits, and the silver pot was filled with water for washing feet.

Hull stated his purpose, and several foreign women dressed as maids came out to help Hull wash and dress.

Half an hour later, Hull came to a cool room under the guidance of his servant.

There was a man with sharp eyes sitting in the room, looking at the documents on the desk.

"Hello, I'm the new mid-level political officer. My name is Hel Heim. Please take care of me."

"I am the deputy senior governor of the East Territory. My name is Nur Gana."

Nur Gana, the acting High Archon, was the most powerful official in the entire East Territory during the stay of High Archon Adam Barno in the Empire.

The man stared at the document and did not look up as he spoke.

"I have heard about you. You may be excellent as an officer, but unfortunately, a political officer requires a different kind of talent."

"Yes."

"...I am looking forward to your future performance."

"Thank you."

Hale bowed and left the room.

It seems that, unlike the genuine senior consul, the acting consul is a taciturn person.

The next person to come to greet Hull was a secretary named Edmund Vanoa.

In terms of the relationship between superiors and subordinates, Hull is his direct superior.

This man's rank was equivalent to that of a second lieutenant, and judging by the way he saluted, he had some of the competence of an officer.

His hair was neatly groomed, and from his appearance he looked about five years older than Hull.

He was very clear about the superior-subordinate relationship between him and Hull, and behaved very politely.

From now on, he will be Hull's deputy in the East Territory.

He led Hull to the office of the mid-level political officer.

Each mid-level political official was equipped with a spacious office. In addition to Hull, there were seats for several junior political officials in the office.

Hull's main job is to command his subordinates and deal with the internal affairs of the East Territory.

First, we will analyze the existing problems, find solutions through discussion, and finally propose feasible solutions to our superiors.

The proposal needs to be decided step by step by the senior political secretary, senior political officer, senior political assistant, senior consul's acting secretary, and senior executive officer before it can be implemented in the territory.

As soon as he entered the office, the junior government officials present immediately stood up. Unlike the trip to the North where he was treated as a guest player, this time it felt a bit like a home welcome.

There are four people under Hull, in addition to the previous mid-level political officer secretary Edmund Vanoa, there are three junior political officers.

Hull asked everyone to mind their own business and there was no need to exchange pleasantries.

Everyone looked at each other and could only do as they were told.

"Lord Hull, then, please allow me to inform you of today's schedule..."

According to convention, Hull needs to greet his future superiors one by one on his first day in office.

Secretary Edmund took out a schedule and began to talk eloquently.

"Next, you have to greet Mr. Ucoste, the acting secretary of the Senior Consul, and then Mr. Molde, the Chief Senior Political Officer, and your immediate superior, Mr. Gilder, the Senior Political Officer, and Mr. Badda, the Senior Political Assistant..."

Hull frowned when he heard a series of names. Judging from their positions, these people were leaders above him.

"Then what happened is——"

There is still one? Hull was a little surprised.

"Are there many people behind who need me to go and greet them?"

"Yeah, there are a lot more."

"..."

Hull couldn't help but smile bitterly: "What a hassle."

"what?"

"I don't want to spend too much time on things that are not related to actual business. Can I just skip the greetings?"

"Please forgive me..." He looked a little embarrassed: "Every document you send out needs to be submitted to the higher-ups for review. The higher-ups will not review and approve a new government official they have never met before."

As a civil servant, Hull needs to deal with various administrative tasks every day. Every order he issues and every plan he makes is submitted for review at each level.

In other words, there is a large group of people who can strangle Hull, and in the worst case scenario his orders cannot even leave his office, and he will not be able to perform his duties.

If this continues, he will inevitably be impeached for dereliction of duty.

"…Is there such a thing? If the documents I submitted are fine, why don't they review them for me?"

Hull's secretary sighed with an expression that said, "It turns out you don't know anything."

"This is the rule of East Territory. If you can't get the approval of your superiors and the leaders of other departments, you won't be able to survive here. Greeting them one by one and getting to know them is just the basics. After that, you have to hold a private dinner to entertain the bosses of each department."

"Dinner party?"

Hull didn't know that the empire had such rules.

I came here to benefit the people, not to smile at these people and eat and drink with them!

As a newcomer, Hull considered whether to follow the convention, but considering that his precious time would be ruthlessly wasted, he really couldn't accept it.

“I reject this schedule.”

"Are you really not going to greet them one by one? This has been a tradition for many years..." The secretary widened his eyes.

"If it's a reasonable tradition, I will follow it. If it's an unreasonable rule, I won't follow it."

"But...if you don't obey you won't be able to stay here, or even perform your duties."

"The practice of not being able to perform one's duties without obedience is itself wrong. Isn't this logic difficult to understand?"

There is a saying that existence is reasonable, but Hull believes that just because it has always been this way does not mean it should be this way.

"Well... this matter has nothing to do with me. I have already advised you..." Secretary Edmund put away the list with a calm expression.

"It seems that you are a good secretary."

Secretary Edmund looked a little surprised: "Why do you say that suddenly?"

"You told me to abide by the rules of East Territory. If you are not liked by your superiors, you cannot survive here. But you did not try to cater to my wishes. Instead, you told me the truth frankly."

"…I am just fulfilling my duties as a secretary."

"That's a good idea. In that case, why don't we do something for the people here and fulfill our duties as imperial officials?"

Secretary Edmund seemed to be lost in thought, but Hull found a pen and paper on the table and began to draft the materials needed for the proposal.