Oran took the paper handed over in confusion, looked up and down at the contents, and nodded immediately.

It turned out that Mr. William wanted him to be a teacher in the Flame King City, and his job was to teach people to read and history. Oran looked at the document, which had a seal, number, and date, which was very obvious and clearly written clearly about the time he was admitted and the time he filed.

Seeing this document, Oran felt a breath of gasp. He was an insightful person, so he could better understand what the content on this piece of paper represents.

This is a very noble technician. Well, indeed, in the newly established Fire Kingdom, Oran is indeed a high-level intellectual and a rare talent.

Of course, what really made Oran feel a little incredible was that the information revealed on the other party’s paper undoubtedly means that there is a complete system behind it that supports the operation of this giant, and the efficiency of the other party’s classification planning is indeed much more perfect than the bloated aristocratic system of the iron and steel principality in the past.

Oran is a very sensible person. As a senior intellectual, it is obvious that his vision is not only short-short, but on the contrary, he is very sensible. Otherwise, he would not have been attracted by William, nor would he go so far and abandon his originally comfortable life to come here.

Although all his noble powers were also deprived of, they were considered a little asset at least and could barely maintain the decent life of his nobles. However, the reason why he came here was because his vision and pattern were indeed not comparable to most decaying steel nobles.

"Thank you very much! Beautiful Miss Debbie, you are such a beautiful and elegant lady!" Oran said gratefully. Although the pretty lady in front of him did not look like a nobleman, he had a vague feeling that he might have put down the arrogance that once belonged to the nobleman.

"This is my duty. Dear Mr. Oran, I wish you a perfect result in tomorrow's interview!" Debbie bowed slightly and chuckled. It was obvious that she seemed very happy about Oran's exaggeration.

"Of course, thank you for your blessing!"

When Oran was led out of the Lord's Mansion by Norma Elland, he still looked a little dazed, and his head was a little confused. In just a few dozen minutes, he saw too many things in the Lord's Mansion, such as an orderly working system, a clear division of labor work group, various detailed tasks, and each one full of motivation and efficient office workers.

This kind of work efficiency is far from comparable to the bloated aristocratic deliberations of the Iron Principality. From this kind of work efficiency, Auran felt both happy and depressed. What was happy was that he would soon join a member of the place, but what was depression was that he did not know whether his decision was right or wrong.

That's right! It's really confusing, because he had never seen this high-speed working system before, and no human dynasty in history had such a strange system. No one has a conclusion on what kind of unknown field the dynasty established under this system will develop in.

But at least at present, this seems to be beneficial to the current development of the kingdom.

‘Oh! I won’t think about this for the time being. I am just a trivial person. At least I am much better than those idiots who were killed because of resisting the Kingdom of Fire. At least I am still alive.’

In this way, after Auran had a not-so-pleasant lunch with Norma Elland in depression and trance, Auran hurried back home. One night he almost thought about many things he might encounter tomorrow, facing the rumored CEO of the Flame Kingdom and the spokesperson of the Dragon.

He thought about many possibilities, and finally fell asleep in countless chaotic thoughts, which made him in a surprisingly bad condition the next day. He washed his face with clean water, and at the same time, he used a little perfume to make himself feel a little more energetic. He carefully organized and disguised himself, and finally put on the windbreaker he thought was the most rigorous set and went out.

When he came to the Lord's Mansion again, he asked and came to the door of a room inside the second floor of the Lord's Mansion. This was the temporary office place for Lord William. However, when he arrived on the second floor, he stood in the corridor and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

I saw that there were already lined up in the corridor where Lord William went to be full of civilians holding a bunch of documents. These people were holding a bunch of documents that were higher than their heads, looking shaky.

Oran was a little stunned, but after all, he was an aristocrat and good cultivation was necessary. He groped his cane and shook his collar and quietly lined up at the end of the line.

Fortunately, the people in the queue just tightened the documents one by one, and the office was all out one after another. It was soon Olan. Olan looked around and then carefully checked some of his body, his appearance and hair again, trying to prevent him from being too rude. After doing all this, he knocked on the door politely.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

"Please come in!"

A slightly tired voice came from the inner room.

Oran nodded slightly in his heart, then pushed the door and entered the room. When he saw that he was full of documents piled up everywhere. Various high stacks of documents almost blocked the people inside, but he could still vaguely see the outline of the work desk and a messy blonde head.

"Hello! Dear Mr. William, I am Greenwan Oran from the City of Steel, I have received your invitation..."

"Oh...! I know you, Mr. Oran, please sit down!"

"I have read your information. You are very suitable for a certain position here. Maybe we should know each other now?"

"Well...ah..." Oran was a little surprised at the attitude of Mr. William in front of him. Unexpectedly, he did not have the arrogance and nobility that the great nobles should have. It is said that Mr. William, as the chief consul of the Kingdom of Flame, was also the direct descendant of the real dragon. It is said that he met the real dragon more times than anyone else added up.

"Is there any problem? Mr. Oran?" William said suspiciously.

"Oh! Sorry, there is no problem. Dear Mr. William, let us continue the topic just now." Orland quickly reacted and felt that he was rude and said quickly.

William nodded faintly. William is now almost middle-aged. The years have made him lose the initial vitality and spirit of a young man, and also gave him an indescribable calmness and majesty. However, he is more approachable and steady in normal times, which makes him unable to say a word of complaint in the lower-level officials.

In addition, William often became busy until midnight, which made no one in the entire lord's mansion not convinced him.

Although Oran didn't know what Mr. William was like in front of him, he could also feel Mr. William's duty from this mountain of documents, including Mr. William's messy hair and the faint dark circles beside his eye sockets.

When Olan and Mr. William were talking wrong, most of the time Mr. William was asking himself, and he was talking. Olan would add that if Mr. William forgot or did not ask, he would try to make his message consistent with the information in Mr. William's hands. Olan knew that this would allow him to gain a certain degree of trust from Mr. William in the future.

However, the inquiry process was very short. Finally, William asked: "Mr. Oran, I believe you already know your position and responsibilities. So are you willing to become a senior lecturer in the Flame King City?"

"... Sorry, maybe I think this will be a very good position, but can Mr. William please tell me about my responsibilities in detail? Is the senior lecturer a teacher?"

William was stunned. He was very regretful when he heard the front, but after hearing it for a while, he chuckled and said, "This should be because I am sorry. I didn't tell you what to do in advance. In fact, this is actually a very easy thing for a scholar like Mr. Oran. The Kingdom will establish ordinary literacy schools, further studies schools, and universities in the future."

Oran listened silently, he could understand the school, but he couldn't understand the school what Mr. William said together.

"Literacy schools do not need to explain any profound knowledge, but only need to teach them to understand commonly used words and calculations, so that they can easily complete some simple positions. This is the role of literacy schools.

The school of study is to enrich itself on the basis of this before, the teachings are more complicated and the calculations become more advanced. Students who graduate from here will become officials from all over the kingdom and contribute to the construction of the kingdom.

As for the university, that is, the school where Mr. Oran is about to work for, it is different from the previous literacy schools and further studies schools. Colleges are not something that can be learned by just wanting to go to. Instead, they need a certain level of examination to test whether they are qualified to study here."

As if he saw the doubts in Orland's eyes, William carefully explained the functions and duties of each school.

Oran took a deep breath, and he saw a sense of ambition from this system. He was not a corrupt and unknowing nobleman. If he were old-school nobles, he would definitely be angry. Those stupid serfs and lowly civilians were not qualified to learn words, because sometimes the nobles would think that the minds of civilians and serfs were almost not much different from those of pigs.

On the contrary, Oran never denies that there is actually no obvious difference between serfs and civilians and nobles in nature. This perception is definitely an alternative existence in the aristocratic circles of the Nolan continent today.
Chapter completed!