"Okay OK."

The fat man waved his phone and said the next recruitment information without hesitation. "Recruitment information from the Odin Church, Mirtri Cathedral wants to recruit a priest with outstanding theological knowledge..."

"Stop and stop!"

Moser waved his hand helplessly, "Next, you know I can't stand the overly serious style in the church."

If it was just a secular organization, Moser would not mind working in the church, so he would treat it as a repayment, but let him become a priest...

Anderson smirked and poked Moser in the waist with his elbow. "That's right, it's not a good job to pretend to be a charlatan and face those old aunts with tense faces all day long."

"Then there is only the last one left."

The fat man continued to stroke his cell phone and read the last recruitment information to Mo Se.

"Miltrie Grand Library recruits professional administrators from Theology District, requiring high theological knowledge and the ability to answer difficult questions of those who borrow books. How about this?"

Moser touched his chin and pondered, "Is it a professional administrator... that is, you don't have to face the complicated problems of most visitors, right?"

Anderson handed Moser the phone to check it out by himself, spread his hands and said, "That's right, those are non-professional administrators' jobs. The professional administrator's responsibilities are to answer the more high-end questions of the borrower. Are you confident?"

The preparation of the National Library is very rigorous and divided into two categories: professional and non-professional.

I won’t talk about non-professional administrators, they are basically contract workers, and the threshold for recruiting the whole society is low.

Professional administrators have high requirements for recruiters' academic knowledge, which are roughly divided into four levels: assistant administrators, administrators, associate research administrators and regular research administrators.

Once professional librarians in the Nordic Republic officially join, the Ministry of Education will grant corresponding professional titles. The corresponding fourth-level administrators are lecturers, assistant professors, associate professors and professors.

Messer graduated from the University of Oslo, the top prestigious university in the country. Anderson directly skipped the lowest-ranked assistant administrator and recommended the position of a full-time administrator for Messer.

"Um……"

Moser lowered his head and thought for a while.

Although he now has the omniscient system, this system always likes to say half and hide half. Last night, he has not made any noise yet after making excuses to escape the problem and hibernate.

Moser, who has always believed that seeking others is better than seeking others than asking for others, did not intend to put all hope on this system of unknown origin.

He originally planned to try his best to study more theological knowledge through his own efforts, and might be able to help interpret the Rune of Lun.

The job of a professional librarian is not very busy. This position, which was awarded the title of professor by the Ministry of Education, has a certain academic nature.

When no visitor asks professional questions that the assistant administrator cannot answer, Moser can devote his time to his own research.

Although the collection of Mirtri Library is not as good as that of the capital Oslo, it is already enough for Messe today.

"Okay, that's it."

After making the decision, Moser sent the recruitment information on Anderson's phone to his smartphone to save.

"Thank you, you really have a unique talent in information query."

When Moser returned the phone to the fat man, he joked a few words casually, "You really deserve to work in intelligence. It is typical for you to stay in the grocery store to be useless."

Anderson shrugged lazily, "Which intelligence department will hire me for this honor? This society still depends on the face."

Moser only told Anderson about his idea of ​​asking for a job through social software last night, and vaguely told him some relevant requirements.

In just one night, the fat man screened and summarized the appropriate options from countless recruitment information in Mirtri. This extremely high intelligence acquisition efficiency made Moser feel a little worthless for his childhood wasting his life.

But what Anderson said is objective. In the past few months, he has never been able to pass the interview level every time he goes to work.

Anderson has been very interested in collecting intelligence since he was a child. As he grew up, he also wanted to take related work as his lifelong career.

Fatty graduated from the electronic information department of Mirtri University, and his major scores have always been among the top in the school.

Unfortunately... his physique, which can make him fat even if he drinks water, drags him back too much. When many interviewers see Anderson's figure several times wider than normal people, they will put a fork on him in their hearts.

Moser comforted, "Maybe you should start your own business, whether you are engaged in the civil intelligence collection or the self-media industry."

"With your ability to collect information, it's a waste to help your parents see the store every day."

Anderson was a little excited when he mentioned this topic. He sighed and waved his hand and said, "Let me take a break for a while."

"No more talk about me, Moser, you'd better take the time to submit your resume."

"There are only two professional administrators who have registered online, and there are as many as hundreds of people. The interview should be in these two days. Don't miss this opportunity."

Seeing that the fat man didn't want to talk about his own problems, Moser tactfully followed his words and changed the topic.

"I understand. I'll sign up later. You go back and have some sleep. I was busy late last night, right?"

Anderson waved his hand powerlessly, "If you don't say it, I'll also plan to go back and sleep for a while. I spent a lot of time last night to help you check the information. See you in the afternoon."

...

After seeing Anderson off, Moser happily hummed a song to the bedroom on the second floor.

The investigation team was very professional. They had never touched anything else in Messe's room, but just moved away the Walite ore with less than 20% of the remaining magic.

"I finally passed the first level, and then... let's get the job done first."

Moser, who has been a man of two lives, is not unfamiliar with making resumes. In just over a dozen minutes, he completed the resume submission to professional librarians according to the website given by Anderson.

Anyway, the computer was turned on, and Moser went online to check the relevant information of this major investigation.

On a well-known social networking website, Moser saw a title that seemed to be edited specifically to attract attention.

"Shocked! The truth of the government's investigation of the special departments was..."

The corners of Mosse's mouth twitched slightly, "Sure enough, no matter which world or country likes this kind of exaggerated news title."

Although he said this, Moser's hand was very honestly manipulating the mouse and clicking on the main text.

"Um?"

When he saw the picture on the page, Moser's brow immediately frowned.

The picture seems to be taken through a mobile phone, and the pixels are not high, because the shooting target is moving in the night, and the overall picture is also very blurry.

But some details can be seen from this blurry picture. The "person" photographed has very sharp nails on both hands, and his skin... is actually blue.

The unknown creature was waving its claws to attack several people wearing black protective suits. The familiar outfit made Moser recognize them at a glance. At this time, the investigators of the secret service department were holding automatic firearms that were spewing out fire.

Moser continued to flip down with a serious expression. The second photo could not be displayed. The only thing left on the web page was a red cross, and a large paragraph of text below also turned into garbled code.

When Moser habitually refreshed the web page, what appeared before him was a familiar sentence.

"This post has been deleted for violating relevant website regulations."

“Ha~”
Chapter completed!