The [Instructor] is a hidden profession at Scholar Star Path Tier Seven, only unlockable by [Inheritors] who have made outstanding contributions to knowledge transmission.
As the president of Rodinia University, Roland possesses knowledge from the Elf Race of the Third Era, the Magic Empire of the sixth era old calendar, and modernized knowledge from another world.
His library contains countless books; his worry was never about having insufficient knowledge, but about having too few who can understand and accept it.
Compulsory education across the four overseas provinces has just begun, and currently, less than 5% of people in the entire Governor’s Territory can read and write, mostly religious figures, rchants, and social elites, with literate commoners being very few.
Promoting education is a long and arduous task.
Elf Sylph made the best choice for Roland; his primary goal for the next stage is to distribute the stock in his knowledge library.
Promotion of education, spreading knowledge strengthens oneself, and this is [Instructor].
The characteristic of the Holy Knight star path is strong defense, but the downside is a lack of attack thods at lower levels.
In the battle at Helen Mountain Battery, Roland tead up to slay the old mountain commander, activating the most offensive hidden profession of the early Holy Knight star path [Pioneer].
The traits of [Pioneer] precisely compensate for the lack of Holy Knight’s attack power, filling the last gap for Roland’s progression towards Hexagon Warrior.
Upon activating dual hidden professions, Roland felt a surge of power flowing through his body, eager to find a hapless opponent to practice on.
With his arms outstretched, he was ready to feel the power when suddenly he realized he didn’t have a suitable weapon.
Looking at Roland’s empty hands, Elf Sylph smiled and said:
"Blades and swords have limited range, firearms are good but have fixed damage, long spears and axes lack flexibility, and magic-based weapons can’t exert knightly traits; is this what you’re hesitating over?"
Roland smiled and nodded affirmatively with his gaze.
Indeed, as his dream ntor, she understood him best.
Elf Sylph spread her arms, materializing a silhouette in the air, "How about this?"
What appeared before Roland was a plain wooden scepter, adorned with colorful gemstones at the top.
The scepter could pound as a warhamr, fitting well with knight and noble identities. It also could serve as a teaching stick and ruler, matching the traits of the instructor profession.
Its seemingly ordinary appearance was actually perfectly fitting.
"This is it!" Roland reached out to grab the scepter.
The mont his fingertips touched the scepter, the gemstone scepter turned into an illusion and disappeared.
Along with the scepter, Elf Sylph also faded into obscurity.
Roland exclaid, but no sound ca out. He could only see Elf Sylph silently shouting.
He understood the Elf’s lip language.
"Don’t worry, I’m just tired. I will continue to slumber; call when needed."
"Instructor’s special ability can assign an absolutely trusted partner, establishing a link to share cultivation experiences and knowledge. Choose carefully. If both the instructor and the instructed are of the Elf Race..."
Elf Sylph’s last half-sentence vanished along with her fading figure.
Roland wished to ask what to do if both were elves, but Elf Sylph had already disappeared.
Gazing at the empty flower sea and giant tree, slling the scent of flowers and grass in the air, Roland knew she wouldn’t wake up soon.
Sohow, a voice seed to remind him that only if he broke through would Elf Sylph briefly awaken.
Elf Sylph’s existence defies logic; maintaining her consciousness is extraordinarily challenging and requires increasingly more energy.
"We will et again."
No lanting nor hysteria, just a promise etched in the heart.
Roland opened his eyes; the first morning light just stread into the room.
He remained calm, summoning the soul card.
On the left was [Instructor], resplendent with dozens of silver badges.
On the right was [Pioneer], with a golden warhamr icon at the bottom, representing his significant contribution to the siege battle against the old commander.
The soul card is like the Transcendent’s resu, recording the career of the Transcendent. Achievents eting the profession’s traits are docunted.
Although Roland previously defeated Transcendent of the sa Level Stanley, he didn’t kill nor was it achieved using profession traits, so naturally, it wasn’t considered a notable performance.
The siege battle against the old commander was concrete achievent, even if not a solo kill, and sowhat opportunistic, victory speaks no lies. Killing is killing, and this achievent indeed counts and is at the golden level.
Roland put away the soul card and fell into contemplation.
The Instructor’s trait allows sharing knowledge and strength with a reliable partner, achievents shared.
This is mutual sharing, naturally given to a reliable yet strong partner. Who should this spot be given to?
Roland feigned deliberation, swiftly making the decision.
In fact, this isn’t a multiple-choice question; his choice was solely Sylph.
Reliable and trustworthy individuals are only two, Sylph and Lisa. Alina and Christine, though skilled, have their own goals and are rely traveling with Roland temporarily.
Lisa, erging from Lava Volcano, has the foundation to beco strong, yet lacks a strong heart.
If facing Sofia, Lisa would have long fled, hidden away in an unknown corner.
If there were a second spot, he would gladly give it to Sister Lisa, but sadly there isn’t.
He still rembered the last half of the sentence from Elf Sif, that if both parties were from the Elf Race, the effect would be completely different.
The words weren’t finished, but it must be a good thing.
Although he and Sif were not elves, he held the last volus of the Elf literature, and Sif had obtained the profession of "Elf Princess" in her dreams, so she had so connection to the Elf Race.
As long as luck isn’t too bad, perhaps even if we don’t get the at, at least we’ll drink so soup?
When Roland found Sif, she was already in the office reviewing docunts.
The position of a hands-off manager can only be taken by one person. Roland does it, naturally Sif cannot.
However, this was originally her country, her territory, so Roland handing the Governor’s duties to her wasn’t completely offloading responsibilities.
Sif held half a loaf of bread in her left hand, swiftly flipping through docunts with her right hand, scribbling notes at speed, then rembering to stuff the half bread in her left hand into her mouth.
Lifting her head to see Roland, Sif did not speak but gestured for Roland to sit down, then quickly swallowed the bread.
"Why did you co so early, have you had breakfast? If not, there’s still a piece of bread here."
"Thank you."
Having not had breakfast anyway, Roland didn’t stand on ceremony with her and took it directly.
While eating, he half-jokingly teased, "Eating without focus is not the lady’s etiquette, next ti please dine in the restaurant."
"There’s simply no ti, there’s still a lot of work."
Sif put down the feather pen, took a sip from the teacup, shrugged her shoulders, "I also want to bathe in the dawn in the backyard and enjoy breakfast, but why is my governor busier than ."
Although Sif was complaining a little, Roland was thick-skinned enough not to hear it, so she had to raise the docunts on the table.
"There’s a big news, Oden Kingdom’s famous general Gode Johnson suddenly died of illness."
"That’s not surprising, Sven the Seventh lost the war, General Gode naturally has no way to survive."
Roland had just finished the bread, poured himself a cup of tea, drank a few sips leisurely, and said:
"Sven the Seventh is a man who cares about face, General Gode opposed him before the war, got sent back from the front line to the Imperial Capital by him, just to prove that he’s old and his judgnt is wrong. Yet Sven the Seventh lost miserably on the battlefield, not even able to cover up."
"If Sven the Seventh won, General Gode would have had a chance of survival, but unfortunately, he lost."
Sif thought for a mont, then slowly said, "With such an irresponsible monarch, it’s no wonder he lost."
Roland put down the teacup, smiled and asked, "Any other news?"
"Yes, but they’re all bad news, the teacher sent soone to inform that the report to confer titles to everyone was rejected by the Noble House."
Sif shrugged, her expression a little helpless.
"Why is this bad news? In my view, this is even good news. This can make the officials in the Governor’s Territory fully stand with us."
Sif looked at Roland’s calm expression, sighed lightly, "The confernt can be redied, but what about your countship?"
"Just owe it for now."
Roland understood Sif’s aning, the Tyrone Earl’s Domain could be divided into several Baron’s Domains, anyway, they were all her private domain, what she did the Emperor couldn’t care about, let alone the parliant.
But the confernt of a countship for Roland cannot be redied. A countship is not a low rank, even the Emperor cannot grant it lightly.
Sif nodded, and then took out several docunts and handed them to Roland.
Roland took the docunts, seeing her graceful handwriting, his lips slightly raised.
Just like her person, Sif’s handwriting was also particularly beautiful, like dancing elves on stage.
Roland doesn’t like signing, the review of docunts is only marked with circles below, after all, his handwriting is simply decent, not particularly appealing.
These docunts involved livelihood, military affairs, and infrastructure respectively.
Many matters were delayed during the war and had to be addressed afterward.
Sif complained with so distress, "Other things are easier to say, but what about the tens of thousands of Samaritans?"
Because of Roland’s business promotion policies, many Samaritan rchants ca to Hansa, and with them, quite a few Samaritan civilians.
These people were different from the upper-level rchants, but equally difficult to handle.
They couldn’t all be killed. These people didn’t gather, but smartly lived dispersed, making it impossible to clear them all at once.
Roland also felt a bit troubled. This era was sowhat barbaric, but massacring civilians was still judged by morality, it’s definitely not okay to do that.
Expulsion? Not a good choice either, only slightly more civilized than outright killing, but only slightly.
Even if only to demonstrate one’s difference in stature from other nations, these people have to remain.
While Roland was contemplating, Sif muttered softly, "The biggest problem with these guys is they’re too stubborn, they should be handed over to soone more extre to manage!"
Sif was just venting, but Roland’s eyes brightened upon hearing.
"I know how to settle them now."
The Samaritans have faith in primitive religion, very extre. Then let more extre religious people co.
If they still refuse to repent, the Inquisition won’t be playing around with them.
He helped Christine solve the recruitnt issue for Temple Warriors, Miss Saintess should also help him a little bit.
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