812: Chapter 40 Not Just One Astronor (Update of w words, asking for monthly votes~)_2 812: Chapter 40 Not Just One Astronor (Update of w words, asking for monthly votes~)_2 At this point, the old man smiled at Roland, his tone filled with emotion: “Honestly, it’s pretty similar to your situation now.”
“But it was more difficult for back then, because Astromancy truly had no use anymore, whereas your chanical engineering is certain to be highly valued by the Lord.”
— An Astronor!
Roland was slightly taken aback; he had not expected to hear of such an ancient profession.
Though called ancient, it was actually only a few decades in the past, but with no news in those decades, it seed as if centuries had slowly passed by.
Because Roland’s ntor was a Dwarf, he was aware of this situation.
The Dwarves were also a race that was once very enthusiastic about astronomy.
In fact, their “Skyseeker Sanctuary” had another na in the past, known as “Polaris Apex,” a colossal pre-era structure situated atop the Ushetaraf Mountain Range, also known as the Spine of Terra.
Indeed, a hundred years ago, the Tara Confederation was quite interested in astronomy.
At that ti, both The Empire and the City of Knowledge had a large number of Astronors.
However, as the stars extinguished one by one, their legacy gradually faded, and there had even been news in recent years of a mass suicide of Astronors driven by despair.
For the ordinary person, it was just an afternoon’s jest, eliciting remarks like “How foolish.” But for Roland, it struck a deeper chord… especially since his father Moda was also nearly in a state of despair.
With these thoughts, his mood also darkened.
After giving Old Farrel a deep bow of respect, he took his leave.
The old man watched Roland’s departing figure, nodding slightly before he too rose and left.
He was surprisingly here just to say these words to Roland.
In the evening, at the Xiahui Domain Lord’s Mansion.
Ian was personally reviewing exam papers with his team, and he also had Qingchao Scott and Adalbert, among others, take the exam just for reference.
Ian’s eyes flickered with various data.
The Silver Chip allowed him to rember all the exam takers’ nas, ages, appearances, and even past experiences and family information with crystal clarity.
He used this ‘information’ to compare against the exam answers, sketching out each exam taker’s image from appearance to inner character.
“Roland Cylgern, son of Moda Cylgern, twenty-eight years old, unmarried, his family has served as caretakers for the Leyan Family generation after generation, left ho to study in the Dwarf community of Falling Star Hills twelve years ago, and received his chanical Alchemy Mage certificate at the age of twenty-one after five years.
Since then, he has been studying in Falling Star Hills and only recently returned to his hotown due to the Leyan Territory incident.”
“At ho, his father Moda Cylgern is still alive but seriously ill, his mother has passed away, he has a brother and a sister who have already opened a small shop in Nauman City a few days ago.
It seems they have no intention of returning to Dawnshimr Domain.”
“As for academic performance…” Ian murmured, and Scott picked up an exam paper marked in red from the side: “Full marks in mathematics and statistical charts.”
“Comprehensive knowledge 38 points, full marks in agriculture and mining.”
“Political inclination assessnt…
Sir, take a look at this personally.”
Ian took the exam paper, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at Roland’s answers: “This guy is quite interesting, speaking nothing but the plain truth—and he even guessed right.
I also think that Nauman City’s indifferent attitude is to provoke the Mountain People and preempt the problem…
Marquis Barton is essentially a very cold-blooded person; he doesn’t care whether these Mountain People live or die.
He just wants to eliminate the rebellion factors in South Ridge.”
“As for the relationship between Fiery Fla Land and The Empire, it’s much the sa.
How could two great nations have eternal hatred?
The relationship is probably not even as bad as Duke Sorin’s with The Empire, so long as the Fifth Power Level does not intervene, the war will at most be ‘total conventional war’ and will not escalate to a world-ending extent.”
Speaking of this, Ian sighed: “Without reaching the Fifth Power Level, we are all just pieces on the board.
Even at the Fourth Level, one is rely a piece with a bit of autonomy, hardly enough to influence the order of the whole world.”
He steadied himself, continued to look at Roland’s paper, and then raised an eyebrow: “Interesting, this guy is flattering a lot.
His personality seems pretty lively—however, his analysis is correct, I think we can give full marks.”
No one felt that Roland scored full marks just by flattering Ian.
They could also tell that Roland had his own perspective on the situation; even if by luck, it was a luck worth full marks.
Finally, for the fifth part about ‘personal moral inclination,’ a section that had troubled Roland for a long ti, Ian simply glanced over it.
“Hmm, there’s still so benevolence in his heart, not so cold.”
Ian nodded, then passed the paper to Scott: “Make a note, this man is useful.
Call him to the Lord’s Mansion in a few days, I’ll interview him personally on alchemy.
If he qualifies, we’ll have a supervisor for our Alchemy Industrial Park.”
“Could he be a spy though?
Coming over from Falling Star Hills all of a sudden, everything about it seems off,” Qingchao remarked.
He was not like Ian, who knew Steward Moda was so sick he was almost dying.
The Swordsman at this mont was not grading papers, but writing one—both Scott and Adalbert had finished early.
The forr scored nearly perfect, both in politics and personal tendencies aligning with Ian.
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