Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength
Chapter 69: New Employee Orientation

Chapter 69: Chapter 69: New Employee Orientation

Standing in the warm hall, Ronald lifted his left foot to scratch his right ankle.

He was somewhat bored—

No matter how Ronald had guessed earlier, he never expected that people at the investigation bureau could be so laid back!

In the midst of a manpower shortage, his first job as a temp...

was to be the receptionist at the front desk...

Without any ambiguous meaning, it was the front desk work at the investigation bureau’s building.

The girl who had received Ronald on the first floor, seeing him as a kindly figure, gave him a half-hour education on the front desk must-knows that same night, before she put on her coat and left to carry out her mission.

Incidentally, that girl’s name was Nicole Vida.

She was an investigator who had joined the Blenheim Investigation Bureau for one year and four months.

Although he did not know which school she belonged to before joining the investigation bureau, it was said that her current standards were definitely not ordinary, considered a core force of the Blenheim Investigation Bureau.

And this wasn’t Nicole boasting about herself.

It was Ms. Mapple from the bureau’s HR department, the same lady who had previously dealt with Ronald, who mentioned this casually when introducing the job.

So he worked at the position for a day.

It was only then that Ronald understood why the incident at the railway station had no follow-up.

In fact, on the day of the incident at the station, a few seconds before Bradshaw’s Railway Guide went haywire, Blenheim City district was suddenly enveloped by an unknown and sacred magical power.

Ronald and Patricia did not notice because they were directly dragged into a temporal spiral by the rampage of Bradshaw’s Railway Guide.

The power was fleeting but absolutely strong.

All the people involved in the city’s mysterious side—every last one of them—even including some superhuman items with extraordinary elements,

they all felt the presence of that pure power.

Thus, as the power burst forth, major mysterious incidents were immediately triggered at several locations in Blenheim.

Inevitably, the railway station’s incident was also included.

Many of Ronald’s previous speculations turned out to be a waste of effort.

It was only a shame that his brand-new coat, which had merely a torn cuff, had become an undeserved victim, due to Ronald being overly cautious and disposing of it ahead of time.

Of course, aside from this official explanation.

Ronald had some idea of what was happening in Blenheim.

Someone must have brought an original text into the city—

And they were planning something big!

It was one thing for ordinary superhuman items on the mysterious side to be activated, but Bradshaw’s Railway Guide, which had been dormant in the railway station’s archives for a long time, could not possibly have been caused to go haywire by ordinary magic!

According to the common sense Ronald had acquired,

only a power of the same level could achieve this.

This winter, Blenheim seemed unlikely to be peaceful.

"Sigh—"

Standing at the front desk, Ronald couldn’t hold back a yawn.

Under the influence of magic items, the investigation bureau’s building was as warm as a bed heated by a cat, with a fairly good sleep-inducing effect.

—Being warm was one thing.

—But the absurdity was that there was an astonishingly small amount of work to be done.

With most of the bureau’s employees on intense field assignments, the front desk work in the morning didn’t even add up to fifteen minutes.

This was even more relaxed than the job of a clock synchronizer at the railway station.

In this otherworld...

Was he destined to be a salary thief?

Idly scattering his thoughts, Ronald could actually understand the investigation bureau’s helplessness.

Such an inconsequential job like the front desk, typically, someone would make do.

But in a situation where the whole city was in turmoil and it was beyond the normal capacity of the investigation bureau,

the usual idle staff at the front desk had to step up to the plate.

Ordinary civilian units could find temporary workers to fill in when needed.

But the mysterious side, due to stringent requirements for information control, inevitably couldn’t just hire a few ordinary people to stand in.

At this time, a mysterious side personnel like Ronald who was ’easy to control’

naturally became the prime target for the Blenheim Investigation Bureau’s forced recruitment.

As long as the pay was right, those from the mysterious side generally wouldn’t have too many complaints.

Finding a job was a very simple matter for them.

Dum dum dum—

Suddenly, Ronald heard the hurried sound of hard shoe soles tapping on the wooden planks.

Looking towards the staircase, a pair of long legs in boots descended from the second floor, moving as if rushing to be reborn—

—it was Ms. Mapple.

The head of the HR department saw Ronald and, without even approaching the reception, shouted from a distance:

"Hey, Ronald,"

"Your stuff has been approved, come over here!"

Without waiting for Ronald’s response, Mapple turned and headed towards the back of the first floor.

"..."

"Wait for me!"

Standing at the reception, Ronald hesitated for a moment, then called out loudly and chased after her.

———

Following Ms. Mapple, Ronald went around to the back of the first floor, where the two of them squeezed into a storage room.

Then, in a corner of the storage room,

Mapple fiddled with something in the corner of the wall and suddenly the bricks that had been empty before rearranged themselves, revealing an oblique entrance to the underground chamber.

With a ’click’, Mapple yanked open the entrance to the cellar and clattered down the stairs.

Two breaths later, a voice came from below:

"Ronald, hurry up and follow, will you?"

"..."

Ronald was somewhat speechless, but he still followed her down.

It was only when he got downstairs that he discovered the cellar was a world unto itself.

There were no oil lamps or electric lights for illumination, but rather a green glowing stone embedded in the center of the ceiling. The stone emitted a dim green light, adding an overflowing and eerie terror to the entire basement.

Even around the basement, thick metal plates encased the entire space. The room, aside from a central table, was filled with trunks locked with iron chains and sealed shelves.

A horror movie filmed in such a place wouldn’t need a set to begin!

At this moment, in Ronald’s line of sight, Miss Mapple stood in front of a shelf, having just unlocked a drawer.

He saw clearly.

Mapple took out a photo album, and then, with practiced movements, she pulled out a photo the size of a book page.

Snap—

Closing the album, Ms. Mapple walked to the table, pulling a small wooden box out of her pocket and tossing it to Ronald:

"Come here, I’ll give you your faction’s initiation mark."

"Okay."

Catching the wooden box thrown by her, Ronald opened it with one hand.

Inside was a metal pendant engraved with complicated patterns, but in the center of these patterns was a line of English from Earth that one could recognize at a glance.

——[Volume Eleven, Page Two Hundred and Sixty, Item Six]

Ronald asked curiously:

"Is this the Blenheim Investigation Bureau’s faction mark?"

"That’s right."

Ms. Mapple nodded in acknowledgment, then carefully laid out the photo she was holding, smooth and flat, on the table.

"Come here, I will impart to you the faction knowledge for new members of the Investigation Bureau."

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