After seeing the book "Before Dawn, a Hundred Years of Darkness", Allen basically calmed down and no longer had the feeling of confusion and anxiety before. For him, any profession is not important. As long as he has the possibility of going home in the future, it is the best power.

So Alan opened his last book with ease, "Prosperity? No, Just Recovery". At the beginning, this book praised the beauty and convenience of life now and highly praised the progress of technology. However, after the topic changed, it began to talk about how prosperous the extraordinary civilization was before the lost era, and almost praised that era to heaven. Finally, there was a very full summary, "We think that human civilization has been developing and constantly improving, but in fact, we are just chasing the glory of the past and trying our best to revive the glory of the past."

"This is the best era, the demon tide is resurrected, the sacred is revived, the glory is reappeared, and the extraordinary is reborn. We will eventually stand on the sky and create a prosperous era that transcends the past and present." This is the summary in the last two sentences of the book.

After reading this book, Allen was overwhelmed and could not help himself. He almost looked forward to the unprecedented prosperity and prosperity scene, but immediately he got rid of the passionate emotions and a few cold sweats appeared on his forehead. The handwriting on this book had a seductive magic. Unconsciously mobilized Allen's emotions and made him immersed in it, and he had a certain sense of identity with the description in the book.

In fact, he felt right. The person who wrote this book was indeed a fanatical fan of the Lost Era. He admired the past and suppressed the present, and constantly praised everything, system, culture, technology, and everything in that era were what he wanted to touch. He was powerless without conditions. But now the tide of devils is rising again and he wants the prosperous scene online, so it is extremely important for his fellow travelers. In this case, he wrote books to attract like-minded friends. Not only that, he also used some small means in the book. Seeing the book would have a basic favorable impression of his words, which would make it easier for him to develop his companions.

In fact, this person took advantage of the loophole. In the library management room of the executive department, every book presented has undergone strict inspection and must not be induced, suggestive, or thinking interference. However, he was extremely clever and did not directly use spells such as [charming technique], but gradually guided the senses of the reader through psychological settings.

Of course, those who can enter the executive department are not ordinary people. Even newcomers often have extremely outstanding qualities. Few people will be disturbed by such small means, but the guy who writes books doesn't care about this. Anyway, he just has a date or no date to make two shots. It's best to have it, and it's okay not to have it.

But Allen didn't know these things. They were too far away from him now. After reading the three books in front of him, he looked up at the clock in the distance and found that it was almost time to rest for lunch. So Allen packed up the desktop, returned the books from afar, and left quietly.

After asking the secretarial lady passing by in the corridor, Allen walked straight to the executive department's restaurant. In just a few minutes, Allen arrived at the destination.

The extremely wide and simple hall is arranged in a neat manner, similar to the dining tables in the school cafeteria in the past. The style is simple and clean, revealing a clean and neat temperament from the inside out.

Alan looked at it and walked towards the food-making window. The service in the executive department restaurant was similar to that of a buffet. The staff only needed to pick up a plate and then beat the things they like when they arrived at the restaurant.

However, the things here are not comparable to the buffet outside. One side of the restaurant's cooking windowsill is filled with dense food, whole roasted turkey, soft chunks of pork, soup made with precious monster meat, and various other delicious dishes.

The Executive Department is a major violent institution of the empire. In terms of treatment, it is almost the top among the major administrative institutions of the empire. The only ones that can be compared with it are the main legions of major military regions and special existences such as the Frozen Fortress.

So it is extremely high-end whether it is salary, equipment configuration, or working meals. Not to mention how much money the food in the restaurant costs, just talking about the soup made with frost rabbit meat is an extremely valuable existence on the market.

The Frost Rabbit is a native monster on the extreme Arctic Ice Field. Its strength is not very high, and it barely reaches the Black Iron Level. However, because the fur on the body is the best camouflage on the extreme Arctic Ice Field. In addition, its strength is low and good at hiding itself, it is difficult for even the best hunter to capture.

However, this is only for those undisciplined and unorganized adventurers and mercenaries. For the group of crippled embryos in the frozen fortress, it is common to fight with the barbarian bears on the extreme Arctic ice fields. It is really a piece of cake to catch a few harmless animals.

Griya City is the closest city to Frozen Fortress. The relationship between Griya City Executive Department and Frozen Fortress has always been good, so they often directly purchase various monster meats and plants from Frozen Fortress, and cherish minerals. This can not only enhance the exchange and cooperation between the two major institutions, but also save a lot of money. Frozen Fortress can also generate additional income. Don’t ask why, because there are no middlemen to make a difference.

Alan looked at the things on the windowsill, took a plate, and then made a lot of them. After finding a remote and quiet place to sit down. While burying his head, he suddenly felt someone sitting down on the opposite side. Alan didn't care. After all, the cafeteria was a public place for everyone. Although he found a remote place himself to be quiet, it was impossible to stop others from coming here.

"Hey, boy, when did you enter the executive branch?"

Allen heard the voice and raised his head from the delicious meal in confusion, and saw the premature guy he had met at the entrance of the library room before.

"It's you, is there anything wrong?" Allen said, swallowing the food in his mouth.

"It's nothing, I just think you're very interesting, so I'll make friends." The young man, who was surrounded by extremely obvious dark circles of eyes, stretched out his hand enthusiastically with a ball of chicken coop-like hair.

"My name is Reynard Fan, and I'm glad to know you."

Seeing the other party showing so much enthusiasm, Allen could not be as perfunctory as before, and he stretched out his right hand and shook it with the other party seriously.

"Hello, my name is Alan Seulias."

Renard looked very happy when he heard Allen's reply, "So you are the new guy, my eyes are still so sharp." His eyes suddenly emitted a bright luster, as if the lifeless dead fish eyes also became bright, but they returned to their listless appearance in a flash.

"You know me." Allen whispered in surprise. Although he had learned about his situation from the middle-aged uncle in the equipment office before, he still did not expect that his reputation had reached such a level. Anyone knew his existence. This situation was simply awful for a person who was determined to develop.

"Of course, I think no one in the entire executive department doesn't know your existence. Even if you can't recognize you in person, you know your name." Seeing Alan's reaction, Renard raised his eyebrows and revealed a funny look. He knew how the other party's sleepy face that could die suddenly at any time made such a difficult expression, but Alan understood what the other party wanted to express.

"I just said, how could a genius that I don't know suddenly appear?" Renard said as if he was stinking, "You kid is indeed extraordinary."

"Sorry, sir, can you say it more clearly? I have just joined the executive department for a while, so I can't understand what you mean." Seeing that the other party had no malice towards him, Allen let go and tried to inquire about more information.

"You don't know yet, this is really interesting." Renard seemed to have discovered something fun, and looked at Alan with his eyes lit up, but Alan resisted the urge to laugh, because the other party was still like a dead fish-eye. His curious expression and his eerie face made people want to laugh.

"I see, you go to the library management room. You should have read some books on the [must-read newcomers' must-read area]." After seeing Allen's nod, Renard breathed a sigh of relief. It would be great not to start from scratch to tell the truth.

"You are already clearer about the difference between spellcasters and warriors, but you may not be very clear about the classification of spellcasters. Spellcasters are also classified due to their different characteristics and growth directions. For example, mages mainly rely on superb intelligence to grow; priests practice leaps through superhuman perception and belief in holy light, while sorcerers cast spells with extraordinary charisma. Of course, they cannot just rely on this attribute to walk on a single leg, but the most important attribute is the corresponding category, and other attributes will also increase but the amplitude is far less than these. Of course, there are other professions, but they can generally be affiliated with these three most well-known professions."

Renard was extremely satisfied when he saw Allen listening carefully. "When you were exploring me with your perception, I found that your perception was extremely outstanding, and you could even be said to be a good seedling of the holy light of cultivation." Renard said, I wonder if he remembered something here, and even looked at Allen like a tsk.

Allen's scalp was tingling by its eyes, and suddenly he understood why Brandt looked at him like that before.

"By the way, I haven't introduced my profession to you yet. I am the necromancer." Renard said this sentence in a strange face, but Alan remained calm and seemed to have no feelings.

"Hey, you guys, give me some reaction, why are you not afraid at all?" Renard looked at Allen's calm appearance but was a little uneasy. He was originally going to see the embarrassing appearance of the newcomer, but he didn't expect that the newcomer was so stable and was not shocked.

Alan glanced at the other party, rolled his eyes, and then he looked like network delay, "Oh, you are actually a necromancer, I'm so scared." From the time he got along for a while, he had probably found out a few threads of the other party and understood what kind of person was on the other side.

Looking at Alan's clumsy and careless performance, even Renard couldn't bear to watch it anymore. He waved his hand and hit Alan on the shoulder in anger, "Okay, I can't bear to watch it even if it's fake."

"I'm not saying this move that scared all the newcomers, but there are not many people as calm as you." Renard touched his chin, which did not have a beard, looked up and down at Allen, and said with interest.

"Have you decided which route to learn? Have you chosen? If not, you can ask me. I am very happy to solve the problems of the newcomer." The words in Renard's mouth ejected like continuous bullets.

"This is okay, I don't have any clear goals yet. Let's not talk about this for now. Can you talk about the profession of the necromancer? Of course, if there is anything that is hard to say, it's fine." Allen glanced at the other party and said curiously.

"Of course there is no problem with this, I will say it even if you don't ask."

"Actually, your doubts are normal. In many legends in the world, the necromancer is an extremely evil existence and a villain who will die in various stories, but in fact this is a misunderstanding of us."

"The power manifestation of the necromancer is indeed biased towards the evil side, but it is not the essence of this power, but the things we study partially violate the universal ethics and morals in the world, so many people hate us."

"The undead mage studies the aspects of the soul and body that ordinary people regard as taboos, and carries out blood transplants, soul transformation and other projects that are not recognized by the public, but our original intention is not to violate the law and discipline."

"What we really want to do is to explore the truth behind it, the mystery of the most original source of life."

"Of course, there are those who violate the law and discipline, and they are also the target of the execution department. But we are different. We have officially recognized certificates. Basically, we have to apply for a report every time we test and have to go through a series of reviews. Moreover, our experimental volunteers are generally death row prisoners who are extremely guilty or selfless and dedicated volunteers."

"So, under such rare conditions, many people are unwilling to be bound by the official, so they choose to be in the wild. The living resources they can obtain with the official back are so few. So you can imagine where those in the wild can get resources." When he said this, Renard looked at Allen meaningfully.
Chapter completed!