Sharen hesitated in front of the Governor’s residence, noticing that fewer and fewer candidates were going in for interviews. It was clear that she was worried about whether she could succeed in the interview.
Although the Lord Governor was very approachable, he was still the Lord Governor.
Even when she had attended the Royal Capital Academy, it was difficult for Sharen to interact with people from this class.
Moreover, when it came to teaching students, Sharen had no confidence; after all, by her age, she should still be a student herself.
In this hesitation, Sharen kept fidgeting with her scarf until she was finally summoned by a maid.
“I heard your older brother is working on the Obelisk?”
Lind looked up at the young girl before him—she was gentle and serene. Though her hair was a bit messy from the wind, her unique student aura was hard to miss.
Sharen felt a bit nervous, especially seeing the lord and the lady of the lord, along with the elf princess nearby. This was definitely not the kind of lineup expected for an interview for a basic teacher position.
“Yes, yes. My brother Barlow is working on the Obelisk for you. He has already translated the third sub-magic array.”
Lind recognized the name and pulled out a report to read it carefully. Barlow was certainly dedicated to his work; he was currently the one who had translated the most and was the most skilled at it, and he was also Sean’s friend.
The background was clean; there was no doubt there would be no issues with political review.
“I remember Barlow. He’s a very diligent person, and his name will be engraved on the first row of the Obelisk.”
“And you once suffered from the plague, right? Are you feeling better now?”
That unknown illness had come to be known as the plague, and Graywhite Territory had developed a complete set of methods and facilities for combating it.
To Sharen’s surprise, the lord knew her and her brother, which made her very happy. She nodded and said, “Yes, thanks to you and the sisters, I’m feeling much better now. I no longer cough up blood. I almost forgot that I had the plague; during my time in the Royal Capital, I thought I was going to die, all thanks to you.”
Lind interrupted Sharen’s flattery, asking, “Why do you want to apply for this elementary teacher position? I remember the people of the Obelisk have enough resources to sustain a family with some leftover. Have you encountered any difficulties?”
Sharen regained her composure and replied, “No, thank you for your concern, Lord Governor. It’s just that my health has improved, but my brother has kept me cooped up at home. I heard the Saintess Isha preach that people must labor; it’s only through labor that one can find their own value, so I want to find something to do.”
Lind nodded and then asked a few academic questions to confirm Sharen’s proficiency in common language and mathematics before officially accepting her.
During the contract signing, Lind took out a letter from the table and asked, “You came from the Royal Capital, right?”
“Yes, Lord Governor.”
Sharen signed the contract and said, “Both my brother and I came from the Royal Capital. Is there something wrong?”
“Do you know Lady Greya from the Nightingale Opera House?”
As soon as Lind finished speaking, a spark of enthusiasm erupted in Sharen’s eyes.
“Are you talking about Lady Greya from the Nightingale Opera House? My brother and I are her avid fans. Is she coming to perform in Graywhite Territory?”
“Probably.”
Lind pulled out a letter with the Nightingale emblem.
“It says she plans to visit us next week, but it’s still uncertain if she will perform.”
Of course, the letter stated that she hoped to perform in Graywhite Territory, but whether it would actually happen still depended on Lind’s approval.
The most important detail from the information provided by Lucanus was that Greya held significant influence and had a clear political leaning, generally falling into the category of those misled by Caudic.
However, she was not a bad person; she had once conducted fundraising for children in the Northern Border and had even supported demon kin in the Royal Capital.
It was known that while those nobles talked big, they wouldn’t contribute a single coin. Inwardly, they despised the demon kin, yet Greya could embrace the demon kin’s children in public to show support, clearly distancing herself from those nobles with discernible ambitions.
This was all information provided by Lucanus. The intelligence capabilities of bards were indeed commendable, though the only flaw was being too objective; in certain situations, Lind needed evaluations from ordinary people regarding their observations.
For example, regarding Greya, Lind needed to learn more about her status in the Royal Capital and other regions.
“Really? Is Miss Greya really coming to our territory?”
Looking at Sharen’s sparkling eyes, Lind had a rough idea of Greya’s standing in the hearts of the people in the Royal Capital.
“She will definitely come, so could you tell me how you or the people from the Royal Capital view Miss Greya?”
“Miss Greya is the goddess of the opera world, Lord Governor. You must take the time to watch Miss Greya’s ‘Song of the Stars,’ and ‘The Curse of the Black Forest.’ ‘The Swan Dance’ is the opera where Miss Greya shines the most. Miss Greya is simply the embodiment of a swan sister. However, my brother prefers Miss Greya’s ‘Crimson Rose.’”
Sharen recited a list of opera names as if she were calling out a menu.
Lind quietly waited for Sharen to finish, and only when she almost completed the introduction of Greya’s performances did she realize she was standing in front of the Lord Governor.
“I apologize, Lord Governor. I’m not usually like this.”
“It’s okay.”
In any case, Lind again confirmed Greya’s influence among the people in the Royal Capital. In fact, her influence was quite broad; it was only Lind’s territory that hadn’t heard of her.
Oh, and there was one more person who had once lived in the Royal Capital who also didn’t know of Greya.
Lind glanced at Lena sitting beside him.
Lena looked puzzled as she exchanged glances with Lind, then broke into a brilliant smile.
Well, according to Lena’s story, she had once gone to watch an opera in the Royal Capital, but she fell asleep as soon as it started and woke up only after it had concluded.
Except for those from remote border territories and people like Lena who cared nothing for opera, Greya could already be considered a national idol of this era.
“So, Lord Governor, can I tell this news to others? If I tell my brother, he will be very happy!”
“Of course, as long as there are no issues with Miss Greya’s schedule.”
After receiving Lind’s affirmative reply, Sharen excitedly ran out.
“So, do you really plan to let Greya perform in your territory?”
Tia looked somewhat puzzled; she had also read the information about Greya, including the letter Greya sent to Lind.
It was filled with rumors about Graythorn Territory and some ambiguous remarks, almost as if Greya was coming to cause trouble.
“She’s not a bad person.”
Lind stored that letter and the information about Greya.
“So I believe she will make a fair judgment about Graythorn Territory. Of course, I will approve the performance; after all, there’s too little entertainment in the territory right now.”
Even in winter, Graythorn Territory remained bustling. To prevent a bunch of well-fed young people from loitering around looking for trouble, Lind had invented military soccer to let these gentlemen release some steam, while also ensuring there was entertainment for the mind.
Otherwise, they would just discuss the origins of their lord daily, and the stories would get more and more outrageous.
Greya’s visit was a great opportunity; it could be used to establish a cultural troupe.
Of course, although Lind planned to approve Greya’s performance, the specific plays would still need to be reviewed. He believed that even if Greya stuffed the performance with personal bias and didn’t make a fair judgment, the people in his territory would have a fair assessment in their hearts.
This was the basis for Lind allowing Greya to visit and perform.
