"International student group? Are they reliable? "
Harwood Stearns, a peak Tier 2 Alchemist (stuck for more than three years). Compared to ordinary rookie Mages, he had a specialty in scroll making and was a logistical Alchemist who didn't care much about his level. He was considered good among the group of people that Morton had found.
Although most of the new members had joined this nameless new club, their hearts were unsettled. They weren't in the mood to devote themselves to the assigned work and daily training. All day long, they discussed things like "XX club offered a sky-high monthly salary of 300 gold coins for the newcomers" and "We should have gone to XX club".
This state of uncertainty was a common problem for newcomers, especially when there were too many temptations and choices. When they weren't sure about their future career plans, it was natural for them to have many thoughts. Rorschach could understand … but that didn't mean that he liked it.
As a boss who hired newcomers, no matter what the reason was, how could he feel happy if they were always thinking about messy things?
Now that the newcomers were receiving training and training in the Tower of Time, this tower was, in a sense, a part of Rorschach's own body. As long as he wanted to hear something, there was basically nothing that could be hidden from him. Rorschach didn't say anything either.
He just came and went with a smile, showing respect and friendliness to most of the students. He always had a childlike and cute smile, perfectly playing the role of a naive sweet boy. After all, reprimanding them now might really drive them away. In the current market situation, newcomers could totally not be recruited by other clubs. Rorschach's side was indeed short of people.
But many people were like this, reaching for a yard when given an inch. When their superiors showed that they weren't capable enough and had a kind personality, they would often really let themselves go and do things their own way.
"Hey, Little Rorschach. Do you want to raise it high today? "
"Drink more milk."
"Little Rorschach, can we have a day off today? The weather is good, let's go play basketball. "
Rorschach didn't take the slight disrespect to the newcomers to heart. He already understood that the body was just a carrier and the soul was his true self. He no longer cared about his appearance, he … just took a small notebook and wrote down all these idiots.
Cough cough, how could he not care at all? Rorschach had never been someone who didn't hold grudges. Back then, Hermit had made a joke about his height and he had taken revenge on him for many years.
However, compared to these fools, what he really wanted to remember were those who slacked off, avoided work and study, committed crimes, and started to form small groups to start internal strife as soon as they started working. Especially the "King of the Civil War", no matter how much he lacked people, he couldn't accept them.
The fewer the number of newcomers, the more they couldn't be allowed to stay. Those who stayed now were likely to be future veterans and backbones. If they were thinking about power struggles right after joining, they would most likely become ticking time bombs in the future.
Rorschach, on the other hand, was in no hurry. He silently noted down the performance of this group of rookies, and then pulled out a form for them in his mind.
Unfortunately, perhaps it was too late when Morton went to recruit, and the decent ones had already been recruited. Most of the newcomers' performance was below the passing line.
In Rorschach's plan, of the fourteen people who were recruited one after another, one-third of them had problems with their abilities and talents. They would probably be low-level Mages for the rest of their lives. The remaining half had problems with their mentality and professional qualities. Among them, there were a few unstable factors and malignant tumors that had to be eliminated. In the end, it was good enough that two or three of them were left who could fight.
However, he didn't find it strange. The experience of the management of the Game Church had already taught him a lesson. After all, it was normal for companies to recruit newcomers like this. It was good enough if one out of a dozen newcomers could become a team leader or a section chief. There were always very few backbones and cadre seedlings who were truly worth nurturing.
"However, I can really say 'you guys are the worst batch that I've ever taught.' The average quality of this batch of students is a little bad."
Those who lacked abilities and talents could be trained again. After all, if they couldn't become researchers or warriors, they could still be logistics workers or handymen. He didn't dare to say that he had a big family business, but he already had a certain amount of property. Rorschach could still afford to keep idlers. When the plate was big, he indeed needed some "idlers" who could play a supporting role.
Idlers could be kept, but pests must be eliminated.
So, although they were an eyesore, Rorschach could indeed smile from the bottom of his heart towards these unpresentable newcomers. After all, they would disappear sooner or later, so what was there to be unbearable about?
Most of the first batch were trash. Although it made people feel helpless, the harsh reality could only make Rorschach endure such an outcome … The competition in the market had already reached the point where people were crazily fighting for the trash. He couldn't really not recruit anyone and then prepare for war, right?
And in this batch of trash, the alchemist Harwood was very eye-catching.
In less than a week since he came here, he had already organized his own laboratory and experiment plan. Every day, other than maintaining more than four hours of normal study and cultivation, he also took out some alchemy products. The grade of these rank 1 and 2 magic scrolls were quite good, reaching the average level of a rank 3 or 4 mage.
Although these products didn't have much meaning to Rorschach and his small city, to put it bluntly, these rank 1 and 2 magic scrolls would be a joke to the other side in battle. Even if they were to be sold as merchandise, it would be quite embarrassing. The only use would probably be to give the rookies who were also apprentices to protect themselves, or to buy them from faraway magical barren countries … That would be quite far away, and the profits would definitely not be enough to cover the transportation costs.
But this kind of attitude of starting work right after joining made Rorschach quite fond of him. Especially the few friends who paid attention to him, they also followed his example and started to work and study seriously (compared to others). Rorschach silently remembered this person.
And now, he seemed to have gotten the news from Morton, and even ran over to say that he could help.
"Are you sure you can recruit new people? Although we do lack people here, the quality is too bad. I'd rather not have them. "
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