Chen Miemie chose the Court of the Silver Moon first because it was the only one in Sixiang City with the word "Moon" in its name.
Although the Two Suns and Three Moons were the common faith of this world, among the 100 cities, each city and race still had their own preferences.
Humans were a race favored by the Golden Sun since the First Era.
Therefore, in human city-states, the Golden Sun had the most believers, followed by the Silver Sun, while the proportion of the Three Moons was relatively smaller.
Among the Three Moons, compared to the Bloody Rainbow Moon and the Mysterious Eternal Moon, the majority of humans believed in the Clear Frost Moon.
The Court of the Silver Moon was a society that primarily worshipped the Frost Moon.
The society recruitment fair was not really a job fair.
These societies coming to recruit were not the dominant party; instead, they were the ones being chosen.
Every year, only about 10 people successfully graduated in Sixiang City. With over 20 societies, on average, it took two societies to fight over one new recruit.
This year was a bit special. Due to the number of participants nearly doubling, including Chen Miemie, 19 people ultimately graduated.
Schools were not the only places that produced Mystics. No matter how low the probability of unorthodox paths was, given the population base, a batch of wild novice Mystics would also appear.
However, compared to schools, the backgrounds of wild Mystics were unknown, and their temperaments had not been observed and tested, making them less desirable recruits for orthodox societies.
Chen Miemie knocked on the door and entered the private room after being invited in.
The room was very ordinary, with only two chairs.
The recruitment officer of the Court of the Silver Moon sat on the chair facing the door.
"Please have a seat."
"Oh, thank you." Chen Miemie sat on the chair. "It's a bit hard. I suggest changing it to a sofa in the future."
"Great suggestion. My name is Leng Ruxue, the vice president of the Court of the Silver Moon."
Chen Miemie stared at the interviewer's throat. "President Leng, no offense, but I want to confirm, are you a man?"
Leng Ruxue was very puzzled. "Can't you tell? Is there anything about my appearance or dress that caused a misunderstanding?"
Leng Ruxue had a slender figure, a somewhat sunny and handsome appearance, and wore a set of outdoor work clothes suitable for movement.
He did indeed look like a man around 30 years old.
"No, mainly your name is too beautiful, making it a bit hard to be sure."
"What is your name?"
"My name is domineering. Chen Miemie!"
"Miemie? Haha, haha. Good! Do you want to join us?"
"I haven't decided yet. What are you laughing at?"
"Of course, it's because from now on, I won't be the only one in the society whose name gets laughed at... Ahem, no, I just thought of something happy."
"Can I learn a bit about the Court of the Silver Moon?"
"Sure, but I might not tell you anything involving the Mystic."
"Why is it called this name?"
"Because most of our society believes in the Frost Moon, and the Silver Moon is one of its alternative names."
"Do I have to believe in the Frost Moon?"
"Of course. Birds of a feather flock together. Just like the cold and clear Frost Moon, our society only recruits aloof and cool people."
"Aloof and cool?" Chen Miemie didn't think this Leng Ruxue was aloof at all; rather, he was very talkative.
"I am very cold and proud, humph."
"Oh, sorry to bother you then. I believe in the Eternal Moon." After speaking, Chen Miemie stood up, ready to leave.
"Hey, wait, wait a minute!"
"What's wrong?"
"Actually, it's not that strict. We all believe in the moon, so everything is negotiable."
Chen Miemie was confused. "Matters of faith can be negotiated?"
"Who doesn't know that the Frost Moon and the Eternal Moon are one family? Don't be so distant. Come on, join us. Joining the society comes with a small moon model."
"A small moon model? What is that?"
"It's an exquisitely crafted model of the moon."
"What's the use?"
"Hmm? Do you really believe in the Eternal Moon? What moon believer can resist the temptation of putting a moon model by their bedside?"
The aloof Chen Miemie hit the nail on the head. "So, your society is very poor, and you don't even have a decent welcome gift. President Leng, goodbye."
Chen Miemie stood up, really intending to leave this time.
He had only taken one step when he could no longer move.
His thigh was being hugged by someone.
"You can't leave! Our society hasn't recruited anyone for two years. If we don't get anyone today, our society will have to pay taxes tomorrow."
"Don't you pay taxes now?" Unable to move, Chen Miemie had to sit back down.
"We pay now too, but we only need to pay 20%. But if we don't have any new members for three consecutive years, all preferential policies will be canceled next year, and we'll have to pay the normal 40% tax."
"No way, do Mystics lack time? You can't even afford a little tax?"
Seeing that Chen Miemie wasn't leaving, Leng Ruxue immediately stood up, patted off the dust, and restored his aloof image:
"When I was young, I didn't have time. After working hard for a few years, I'm finally... not young anymore."
"Are all societies this poor?"
"As far as I know, yes."
"That's not right. I heard from my mentor that Mystics are a high-income group."
"The income is pretty good, but if you want to advance, the consumption is huge. The stronger you are, the poorer you are. If you're willing to just lie flat, it's quite easy to get rich."
"Hmm, how so? Could President Leng give me some pointers?"
"This isn't a secret.
When a Mystic breaks through a major tier, one of the steps usually requires special materials from Aberrations.
People in the society team up to hunt Aberrations, and whoever can use the dropped materials gets them.
A large group goes together, risking their lives, so everyone can't work for free. The person who takes the material has to give up a massive amount of time to distribute to the others. With that happening, how could they not be poor?"
"Why do you need to find a large group of people to go? Can't you fight it alone?"
"Go fight an Aberration alone? That's not trying to advance; that's seeking death."
"Understood. However, the benefits of your society aren't good enough. I'm leaving."
"Don't do that. You can ask for whatever you want."
"You can't give me what I want."
"Just say it. How do you know we can't give it if you don't say it?"
"I want to be the president."
"Sure."
Chen Miemie: ......
"I mean, I want to be the president, the president of your Court of the Silver Moon!"
"Yeah, I heard you. That's fine."
"Wait, are you guys really that desperate for talent? I'm just a newly graduated rookie, and you'll give me the presidency just because I asked?"
"Daring to make such a request shows you are very capable. If you dare to ask, we dare to give."
"So, am I your president now?"
"Of course not right now. I'm the vice president. I'll take you to meet the current president, and we'll go fire her together. From now on, the two of us will call the shots in the society."
"Well aren't you something, Vice President Leng. You're trying to usurp the throne and use me as a pawn?"
"Not at all. Our current president clamors to resign and quit every day. Being a deputy is enough for me, and I don't want to take up the burden. Isn't it just perfect that you want it?"
"Did something go wrong in your society?"
"Nothing went wrong."
"Nothing went wrong, yet even the president wants to run away?"
"No, it's just that our president doesn't like dealing with people, so she doesn't want to do management. But the people in our society are inherently aloof and introverted, so it won't work if no one manages them."
"I'm such a young guy. If you let me be the president, won't the others have objections?"
"I doubt it. If they had a problem with it, they would have stepped up themselves. But if you aren't strong enough, your words probably won't carry much weight."
Leng Ruxue's last sentence hit the nail on the head.
Without true strength, even a windfall could end up getting you killed.
Trying to boss around a group of veteran Mystics without the skills to back it up was pure suicide.
Now that the compensation was settled, everything else was easy.
Chen Miemie agreed to join the society as the intern president.
"By the way, as a recent grad, you probably don't have much time, right? I can spot you a few years out of friendship," Leng Ruxue offered generously.
As was customary, prospective graduates would spend every last drop of their time before the graduation exams.
"No need for now. I'm not short on time at the moment."
"Alright then. Let me know when you run out, and I'll teach you how to get by when you're out of time."
Chen Miemie realized that Leng Ruxue was indeed "cold"—as in, she was full of dry, cold jokes.
Watching Chen Miemie's back as he walked out the door.
Leng Ruxue dropped her smile.
"President, it looks like I've recruited quite an incredible guy for our society this time."
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