Noland Mercenary Union.
Herland stood in front of the recruitment board and looked at the densely packed 'recruitment letters' pasted on it.
The Mercenary Union had existed in this world for hundreds of years. As time passed, the union changed from issuing missions to hunt monsters and search for alchemy ingredients to an agency where anyone could find their desired job.
"Herland, why don't you come work for the Patent Assembly? The work is quite easy, and you get paid around ten gold a month."
Herland's good friend, Sansa, followed her here.
Roursk High Magic Academy had been on holiday for almost a month. Herland had made a fortune by selling the patent for the magic-drawing machine, which was the prototype of the "Hearthstone" arcade game that was popular in Noland.
However, the money was not enough to support her alchemy research. Herland decided to give it a try and came to the Mercenary Union to look for a new job.
"Let me take a look." Herland shook her head and declined her friend's invitation.
"But Herland … It's not easy for spellcasters of the Order system to find a job."
Sansa followed her and scanned the recruitment letters on the board. Most of the letters were for spellcasters of the Fire and Thunder system, followed by spellcasters of the Holy Light and Flowing Water system.
Although she knew that her friend, Herland, was an outstanding magical-mechanical engineer, it was a pity that Herland didn't have the time to obtain the corresponding certification.
"Yes."
Herland's mood was very complicated. The reason was because her sister Hiri not only had a stable job, but also became an apprentice of the Purple Robe.
When Hiri told her the news, Herland was so shocked that she did not know how to answer Hiri.
Her sister, who did not even go to the High Magic Academy, was now an apprentice of the Sage Noland.
As Hiri's older sister, Herland was still worried about her job. It was a huge blow to her.
"I still recommend the Patent Assembly. The benefits there are much better than what's written on the recruitment letters."
Sansa glanced at the posters one more time and said to Herland, "Don't worry.
But when she looked at Herland again, she found him staring at a recruitment letter.
"The Noland National Reserve? Does this organization still need to send recruitment letters to the Mercenary Guild? "
Sansa noticed that the poster was from the National Treasury of Noland.
Logically speaking, a national-level organization like this was basically an organization that commoners of advanced magic academies would fight to get into after they graduated.
Whenever there was an opening in the Noland National Reserve, there were always plenty of candidates waiting to fill it.
"A prank? No … that emblem is indeed from the Noland Nation's Treasury. "
Sansa continued to look at the recruitment requirements. Apart from some of the more common requirements, the most important one caught her attention. 'Must know how to program the Weave and build websites.'
To put it simply, he knew how to program.
Sansa was traumatized by the word "programming". She had attended a few "programming" classes with Herland, but she could not understand what the instructor was talking about. She slept through every class.
But Herland was different. Sansa remembered that Herland had taken programming as an elective.
"Two hundred gold coins a month? Oh! There's still room for growth? "
When Sansa saw the column for pay, she could no longer keep her cool.
"Herland … Do you think I have enough time to learn programming?"
Sansa looked at her friend beside her. From Herland's expression, she had already decided to accept this job.
"First, you have to start with Glyphs of Order. Sansa, you majored in Glyphs of Holy Light, right?"
"…"
Sansa covered her mouth in pain, not knowing how to answer.
Just as Herland was about to accept the recruitment letter and get the Mercenary Guild to contact the publisher, she received a message.
'Miss Herland, do you have time?'
Herland's note for this message was' Mentor Josiah '.
The only mentor in her Glyphs Programming class was Josiah.
'Yes!'
'I have a job for you. If you have time, come to the Hearthstone Tavern.'
After receiving this reply, Herland fell into deep thought.
"You don't want the job at the Noland Depository anymore?" Sansa asked when she saw that Herland was about to leave.
"I plan to go to the Hearthstone Tavern first," Herland said as he glanced at the recruitment letter behind him. Herland glanced at the recruitment letter behind him. "Also, not many people in Nolan know how to 'program'. I don't think anyone will take this recruitment letter."
"You sound a little uncertain," Sansa said softly. "But I haven't seen Ino for a while."
… …
Hearthstone Tavern, Josiah's study.
"That's the Weave Vault's data management method. Do any of you understand?"
Josiah pointed at the Weave interface behind him. It was the 'financial management software' that Josiah had just completed.
Two elders and a young man with gold-rimmed glasses sat in front of Josiah. One of the elders was even a goblin.
The three of them were dressed in luxurious and dignified clothing. Before entering Josiah's study, they were filled with the air of 'upper-class people'.
However, after listening to Josiah's explanation of how to use the Weave Depository, all three of them fell silent.
The two old men looked at the young man sitting in the middle.
"Umm, Mister Josiah, could you … explain it again?"
"This is the third time I've explained how to use it. Granco? I remember that's your name, "Josiah knocked on the table impatiently," Are all students from the Philosopher's Tower this bad at understanding? "
Josiah's words immediately caused the young man sitting in the middle to turn red. He looked at the two elders beside him with a pleading gaze.
These two elders were high-ranking members of the Noland Depository. They handled accounts of over a hundred thousand gold coins every day, and could be said to be the cream of the crop in the Noland business world.
When they first learned that the administrator of the depository had decided to let an 'outsider' create a spell to enter their management system, they were resolutely against it.
However, the administrator had said, 'The Sage Assembly has already voted that the Noland Depository must use that spell to manage everything.'
Since it was an opinion from the Sage Assembly, they had no choice but to follow it. However, they still did not wish for an outsider to interfere.
Thus, the task of learning how to use this' spell 'fell to them.
Unfortunately, they were still old. No matter how proficient they were in business, when faced with the complicated Weave code that Josiah spoke of, the two elders felt like they were reading from an ancient and cryptic grimoire.
"This does indeed require a certain amount of programming knowledge to know how to operate."
While Josiah's Weave Depository was very user-friendly, it was not the kind of idiotic software that could 'get results with a light click'.
Just the management of the database was not a job that these people with no foundation could do.
"Mister Josiah, we've already sent out an invitation to the mercenary guild. It won't be long before we find professionals in this field."
In the end, the old goblin could not bear the humiliation and chose to give in, telling Josiah that they had already begun to look for people in this field.
"I don't think my students will go to the mercenary guild." Josiah recalled the spellcasters who stayed in his programming classes. "Whether it's the grey-robed man, Snell the Viper, or What's Firebrand? I think he's called Siraf … Anyway, those students who are older than me wouldn't fall so low that they would go to the mercenary guild to find a job, right? "
The names that Josiah listed caused the foreheads of the three people sitting in front of Josiah to sweat. No matter which name it was, they were all famous spellcasters in Noland.
In fact, those who could 'survive' the programming classes in Ruhrsk Higher Magic Academy were all monster-level spellcasters.
However, programmers were indeed very rare in this era.
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