The Sword Saint of Arknights [MTL/Machine Translation]

Chapter 11 | Job Hunting (Part 1)

In the afternoon, at the Lungmen Guards Bureau.

The girl had already changed out of her police uniform, and now she was wearing the clothes that belonged to her, which had been mended and cleaned by Roy.

Currently, she and Roy were at the immigration office of the Guards Bureau, processing related paperwork. Although the girl looked expressionless, the occasional wagging of her tail betrayed her mood. At this moment, she was in good spirits, feeling this way for the first time since leaving that place after the incident.

"So, she has a legal identity in Lungmen?" Roy asked again, looking at the immigration officer who was checking data on the computer.

"Yes, Sir," the officer replied.

As the officer's voice fell, the printer next to the computer started operating, sheets of A4 paper being consumed, and then, documents were printed out.

As if to prove his words, the officer pulled out a document from the stack and handed it to Roy.

"She indeed has a valid temporary residence permit for Lungmen. Even though she hasn't re-registered for a while, there's still at least three months before it expires."

"Is that so? Thank you for your trouble."

"It's nothing, this is my duty. Oh, and please sign here."

As he finished speaking, the officer handed a pen to Roy, then took out another document and handed it to him.

This was a document similar to a letter of introduction, which required filling in relevant departments and some personnel relations. As for why this document was given to Roy...

Roy remembered some relevant information. According to Lungmen's immigration regulations, apart from the local people of Yan, everyone who wants to apply for a temporary residence permit in Lungmen must have a formal job in Lungmen, while the local people of Yan need to present corresponding documents from their local government institutions.

Obviously, the officer regarded the girl as a reserve member of the auxiliary police force, so he took this opportunity to complete the related procedures, and of course, there was also a bit of an intention to please his superiors.

"Just wait a moment, she is not a reserve member of the auxiliary police force."

Returning the document to the officer, Roy continued:

"It's enough to confirm that her identity is legal. She will complete the related procedures herself later."

With that, Roy didn't wait for the girl to react and directly pulled her away from the immigration office.

A few minutes later, outside the Lungmen Guards Bureau.

"Actually, it wouldn't be a problem for me to join your unit. That kind of inspection can't trouble me."

"Forget it, I'm already preparing to resign."

Saying this, Roy let go of the girl's hand and walked in another direction.

Since the girl had a legal identity, he no longer needed to consider handing her over to a department. However, it wasn't time to leave her to fend for herself. If he left her here now, she might return to her previous way of life. After all, this girl, registered as Texas, didn't seem like someone who could handle her own affairs well.

Before saying goodbye, Roy planned to help her find a job.

"Eh! Why?"

For Roy, what seemed like a common occurrence shocked the girl. If an ordinary police officer wanted to resign, that would be one thing, but from the clerk's behavior just now, it was clear that Roy's position was not low. Naturally, she found it hard to imagine why Roy would think of resigning.

Although she had never held an official position, she understood what it meant to climb to a high enough position in a public service unit. And now, this guy, only a few years older than herself, was easily prepared to give up everything he had worked for!

"Different philosophies, that's all."

With that, Roy looked at the human resources company across the street, then continued:

"Don't think too much. Since you're planning to stay in this city, you should think about how you're going to survive here."

As Roy finished speaking, the traffic light changed to allow pedestrians to cross, and he stepped onto the crosswalk as the vehicles stopped.

The girl didn't leave; she followed Roy's pace. After crossing the street, they arrived at the entrance of the human resources company.

"This is the largest human resources company in Lungmen. Maybe you can find a job that suits you here."

With that, Roy stepped into the human resources company first.

As the largest human resources company in Lungmen, it was crowded with people all looking for a job that suited them, and some aimed to join the company.

"Let me see..."

At the moment, the recruitment column was marked with numerous jobs. Of course, some would disappear after each refresh, and new job information would be listed.

If he had been a VIP of this company, he wouldn't have to look here. He would just need to tell the person in charge his requirements, and they would naturally present the most suitable information to Roy.

Unfortunately, Roy was not a VIP of this place, so he had to rely on his eyes to search.

"Karlan Trade is recruiting talents in all aspects... A company I've never heard of, next."

...

After browsing for a few minutes, Roy selected several options, then left the crowd and came to the opposite side of Texas, who was waiting nearby.

Taking an A4 paper from the side, Roy wrote down the positions and related information on it.

"These have a good salary level and are very suitable for someone like you with a certain degree of combat ability. Take a look."

After handing over the paper, the girl carefully read it.

She didn't keep Roy waiting long, and soon, she made a decision.

"Penguin Logistics..."

Roy sighed softly as he looked at the name circled by the girl.

He was familiar with this company; he had looked up related information when reviewing files.

Penguin Logistics was an external unit, but now they had moved their headquarters to Lungmen. Initially, the company was established as an independent private courier company, openly operating normal logistics and transportation business, but in reality, they were involved in underground work such as intelligence trading, armed escort, and secret transportation. For Texas, this job couldn't be more suitable.

The only question was whether she could pass the interview, as the company's interview methods and questions were almost impossible to find. So far, everyone who had participated in the interview had expressed such sentiments; they had never found repeated questions!

"You really chose a good company. Let's go, I'll take you to the interview site."