Sorcerer’s Handbook Chapter 132: The Rules of the Power Game

Chapter 132: The Rules of the Power Ga

Legal illegal behavior?

The people in the Barista of the Institute looked puzzled. Soone asked, Arent those two antonyms? A coin thats both heads and tails? A person whos both male and female?

Are you discriminating against ! A person of androgynous appearance slamd the table and stood up, Are you mocking intersex individuals in public!? Intersexuality is the new mainstream culture, able to enjoy the benefits of both genders. This is clearly the most perfect state, how are there still stubbornly outdated individuals like you in this day and age

Im sorry, I misspoke. I sincerely apologize for causing you any harm. The forr quickly apologized.

Lorens scratched the scales on his face, turning his head to ask Boss Snake, Boss Snake, do you know what this legal illegal behavior hes talking about is?

Sss I can guess.

Oh? Do tell?

At this mont, Boss Snake smiled, suddenly asking,

Sss, Lorens, have you gotten used to life at the Institute? Hows the lab?

Very good, Lorens casually responded, The research is also progressing smoothly, lately weve had more than enough materials. The more materials we have, the faster Necromancy progresses. Wait, Boss Snake, dont change the subject. What is legal illegal behavior?

Sss Look at the screen, soones about to speak.

Lorens looked at the screen, a strange feeling stirring within him.

He felt that Boss Snake was unwilling to continue the conversation with him.

And this unwillingness, he was very familiar with.

Like when he passed the high school entrance exam, and his human classmates asked him why he worked part-ti after school instead of going back to the Foster Ho to study or play. At that ti, Lorens did not want to answer that question, because he knew that humans could not understand his predicant.

Different backgrounds, different environnts, and no amount of explanation would do any good.

But here, everyone could understand each other, because they all had abandoned their lower-race identities to beco sothing more noble

Wait, was Boss Snake of the sacred bloodline?

He had always squinted, and it seed had never seen his blood eyes

At this mont, the voice that ca from the screen interrupted Lorens thoughts.

City Public Examination in 1659, Xilang District Market Supervision Bureau Operator Recruitnt.

The speaker was still Edmund nken. He endured the burning pain on his skin and gritted his teeth to say, Fernand Snow wanted his classmate to get this position, but his classmates abilities were not sufficient to pass the examination for such a popular post. So, he devised a thod.

First, he found a scholar who was fully qualified and even exceeded the standards in all aspects, instructed the scholar to take the Operator examination, and get the position. anwhile, the classmate also took the test, but naturally failed.

After working for a month, the scholar voluntarily resigned.

So, Fernand Snows classmate just like that entered the Supervision Bureau.

nken continued, Of course, this was Fernand Snows approach when he was still a councilor. Once he beca the secretary to the mayor, it was no longer necessary to go through such trouble. He would determine the job requirents according to his own candidates. For example, if his candidate was a human, male, 30 years old, with a series of restrictionsthe position would naturally fall into their hands, and the procedure was completely legal and compliant.

While the Governnt Affairs Hall is a must-pass for entry, the specific screening requirents are held by each departnt. As long as you can form a political alliance with the heads of each departnt, you can easily mobilize a vast amount of energy. He looked at the ogre, Half of the mbers of the Forest Gallery entered the Governnt Affairs Hall system in this way. Many Operators succumbed to Fernand Snows threats or incentives, becoming Fernand Snows accomplices.

unken pondered for a mont, then added, Oh, so might not know. The Forest Gallery is a gallery opened by Fernand Snow, filled with what he considers his masterpieces. mbers of their faction typically choose to gather in the gallery, hence the Fenan Xue Faction is also known as the Forest Gallery.

Fernand Snow coldly responded, Isnt it the sa with your Eternal Wine Club, occupying an eighth of the positions in the Governnt Affairs Hall?

An eighth might not sound like much, but if distributed across various departnts, especially with a few departnt heads included, it becos a significant intelligence network and political force. Andrei, considered a strong contender for the mayorship, was a pri example of the Eternal Wine Clubs ability to rival the Forest Gallery.

Thud!

With a muffled sound, the stone pillar beneath Fernand Snow suddenly began to twist. The moonlight illuminating the pillar danced like a snake, transforming into ferocious chains that coiled upward towards Fernand Snow!

Fernand Snow did not need to open a screen to know that this anomaly was because the citizens had cast their votes for him.

The Ogres mind was racing, but he maintained calm on his face, You make it sound as if I initiated this tradition. Long ago, this has already beco an unspoken, unbreakable rule everyone has adhered to.

Not joining a faction ans you cant obtain a good starter job. If you want a promotion, you not only need a recomndation from the departnt head but also the favor of the upper-level leaders. The push from below, pull from above is the only path upward. If you do not join a faction, even if you happen to beco a governnt official, all that awaits you is a lifeti of basic assignnts.

All the council mbers and politicians here are both beneficiaries of the factions and accomplices in maintaining their existence. Besides the Eternal Wine Club and the Forest Gallery, the Governnt Affairs Hall has many smaller factions, like spider webs. If you want to climb up, you must climb the web. This is the rule of the power ga.

All of this is nothing more than the very common, everyday whims of power.

In a bar in a lower district, a middle-aged beastman patron suddenly covered his face and sobbed uncontrollably. His tears and snot dripped into his drink, he cried so ugly.

He rembered the public examination thirteen years ago. He had ranked second in the interviews, while the first place was taken by an elf scholar who outshone him in every aspect.

In a subordinate apartnt of the Caimon City Food and Nutrition Bureau, a man in his forties sank into a soft chair with a bucket of chips. He watched the screen, adjusted his glasses, reminisced about his ambitious days post-college, followed by more than two decades of stagnation and silence, feeling a bit gloomy.