I sat in the laboratory room, flipping an object quickly on my left hand, and writing down a piece of paper with my right hand detailing the item. Although the practitioners in front of me had bright smiles on their faces, they could not relieve the anxiety in my heart.

I don't want to stay here. What is it here? Is it an assura field? or a criminal land? Why am I doing such repetitive, boring things?

The practitioners in front of me seemed to notice the shrugged expression on my face, and patted each other on the shoulder, reining in the playful expressions on their faces. It was put on a dignified and serious look. Yes, they were the ones who came to identify the objects, and to me, they were just a group of strangers whom I had never met. There's no need to laugh at each other, and there's no need to smile and make them look like friends they've been together for a long time.

The change in their expressions is certainly not my reason. I didn't do anything wrong, I was just doing what I could. The expression of the face is controlled by themselves, whether it is serious or not, whether it is loose or not, what does it have to do with me?

I pushed out the stamped identification paper and the item in front of the learner. Say to them: Next!

My voice itself sounded so vicissitudes and pathos. It's like an old man who is close to 100 years old. Maybe it's the boring tunes of life that have silenced me a long time ago.

They bowed and walked away with their belongings. Didn't say hello at all. Nor did a single superfluous sentence be uttered in between. After the incident has been dealt with and the desired results and proofs have been obtained, what more needs to be said? Indeed, I don't want to say any nonsense, it would be too much of a waste of my limited energy.

Hello! A slightly higher voice came to my ears. I half-raised my eyes and looked impatiently at the next practitioner in front of me. In front of me was a child, who was not very old, but who had a different eye and tenacity than me.

However, this child was just a passerby. After the identification, they will naturally leave. Then it would disappear from my memory within a few days, without the slightest emotion or nostalgia, just an uneventful part of the day. Huh? Concern for the comer? It's an emotional product that doesn't make any sense. I knew that for a long time, and I never expected anything.

I asked the child to bring up the items he was going to identify so that I could proceed with the necessary steps. Don't think about it, there's always one thing you have to do when you come to the laboratory.

It's just that the kid rubbed the corners of his clothes and scratched his head. He smiled shyly at me. He didn't take out the items, but asked me if I was looking for apprentices here.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the child hurriedly changed his words: it doesn't matter if you are not an apprentice, as long as you can work here, you can do housework at home!

I smiled coldly. Doesn't this kid know that the laboratory does not collect any coins? Moreover, the laboratory is an accessory of the ore yard that has been established on its own initiative! Although he sits alone in the laboratory, he does not have any right to decide! In other words, coming here to ask whether to recruit apprentices or whether to accept workers or not is like talking behind a person's back in the language of a dog, and he does not understand bullshit.

The child looked at me with a little frightened, grabbed his clothes and took a few steps back.

I waved my hand at the door on the left and asked the child to leave. I feel very troublesome to do this every day, I'm fed up with this kind of life, and I have a nasty noisy child? When you fall here, you will smash here, you have to do it yourself, go to the end, why bother asking for hardship?

Besides, it is enough to do the appraisal by yourself, and there is no need to join another person.

The child stayed for a long time, and almost the same noisy sound came from behind the curtain, urging the internal identification to speed up.

After a hesitant glance, the child walked out the door.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Then he made the sound of vicissitudes and let the next practitioner enter. The number of practitioners you have to accept on a daily basis is quite considerable, and you must not stop working because of some small things.

……

Next!I pushed the item and paper forward, and a sound was made for the practitioners who needed to be identified later.

Unexpectedly, the child appeared in front of my eyes yesterday again and greeted me cordially: Hello!

I don't even want to pay attention to such an attitude. It must be the same thing as whether to have an apprenticeship or not. In fact, I understood yesterday that as a child, it is impossible for them to have any high-level items to be identified, after all, they do not have great strength and ability, and it is impossible for them to venture into the forest or collect ores. There is nothing to do other than play with playmates, run errands, and practice attribute power.

Naturally, the things I can do include when I am an apprentice!

Sure enough, the child asked me again if he could recruit an apprentice. It seems that yesterday's refusal is still not dead, and the attitude is still the same as yesterday, begging me to give me a job so that I can stay here.

But I don't want to bother with this boring notion. Do you think that if you persistently ask for someone, you will be able to absolutely accomplish your goal? You also underestimate this society! How many people are forced to do things that they don't want to do? Do things that they never want to do?

To the end of the numbness and death of the heart.

Just if you beg for mercy in front of me, I'll give you a job that I can't even promise? Do you think appraisers are so fun? If you really have the ability to do it, I can get up and give way now!

But you can't do it! A child like you, after a few days, can't bear it, and wants to go somewhere else? Even if I didn't say it, I can understand after a few glances that such a child can't even read a single word of attributes, but he keeps running to me all day long, what can he achieve in the future?

At the end of the day, I didn't speak to the child, I just made a voice and beckoned the next one to enter.

Seeing that I didn't agree, he beckoned outsiders to enter. The child looked at me hesitantly again, and walked out of the left door with interest, apparently understanding my clear intention to refuse. Presumably, it will never come again!

The child's back was facing me, but the young figure looked a little tired. I guess I'm tired of many rejections.

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Day 3.

Hello!

When I heard this voice, I immediately became a little hysterical! Are you not finished? You don't understand things three times! Have you ever seen someone refuse twice in a row and still dare to come to the door to ask? What is the point? It is not necessary for survival, it must be my job here!

Besides, there are a lot of shops around, isn't there any one of them that is your other target? Just staring at me? Just look at me if I talk well, don't you speak? I start a fire, dare to smash anything!

At the same time, if you provoke me, what's the point of working with me. Is it possible that you think that you can make a complete difference in my life by coming to work with me and performing diligently and well? Remember! You are just a child! A child without any outstanding ability! You will never contribute anything to me! You will always do less than me, no more than me!

I want to give you something. The child did not say anything asking for a job. Instead, he put the item he was wrapped in his arms on the table. Seeing my straight eyes, the child smiled shyly and said to me: My father said that if you want to ask others for help, you must first give some benefits, and only after becoming friends? Master, are you willing to make me an appraiser now?

The child seems to have misinterpreted his father's words.

I didn't open my mouth to answer, just snorted and let the next practitioner who needed to be identified enter the room. Although the child's words are naïve, one day he will realize how stupid and naïve his actions are. Anyway, the lessons that will be learned as soon as possible are not superfluous to add a stroke here, but it is better to understand things in advance and know that people are reckless.

However, unlike in the past, even when the child saw the next practitioner enter the room, he still did not leave, as if he intended to stay here, and kept looking at me with expectant eyes.

I didn't think much of this fiery gaze. It's just a child, as long as it takes a long time and is tired of standing, it will leave on its own. As long as you stick to your principles, you will never be moved by this kind of look!

It's just that with a bystander around, I seem to become a little uncomfortable. When I was appraising an object, I always felt a gaze watching my movements. You don't have to think about it to understand that this gaze is the child.

But I can't get rid of it. Although the laboratory stipulates that the practitioner enters the house in order to identify the items, it does not specify that after the appraisal is completed, he must leave the house, especially if the other party is not queuing up to enter the room with the items.

I couldn't help but pause.

Unlike other places, the laboratory is associated with an ore quarry, and items can be identified without any money, so the number of visitors every day is huge, one after another, and there is no spare time during working hours. At the same time, most practitioners do not bring only one item for identification, usually three to six pieces.

However, it is very new to them, or the treasure that has just been unearthed, to me unceremoniously, is a huge amount of garbage.

Even if something familiar would speed me up, if the child wanted to see me, he would have to go through the daily queue to enter the laboratory.

I don't go to the test room to line up, but I understand that the time toll is staggering. If you leave to line up at the door in the early morning, then you will have to wait in line for at least an hour, and if the children see me in the afternoon, I am afraid that at noon, I will have to come and queue up.

In a hurry, I spent the afternoon appraisal time with random thoughts and emotions.

Why are you still here?, I turned my head to look to my side, but I saw the child standing next to me, still not leaving.

Aren't we friends? please help me!' the child said. The tone seemed sincere. It's just that I really can't figure it out, doesn't a child have his own attribute power to practice, doesn't he still have his own family to supervise him? Why is he clinging to the appraisal room and refusing to leave, won't his family take care of it?

It's a very boring job! Why do you want to do it!" I said threateningly. This sentence is really what I say in my heart, and it is also the biggest disgust with appraisers. Outsiders always think that the appraiser will have a wide range of abilities, have seen all kinds of objects, and every day there are new items delivered to the door. However, when they really sit on the position of appraiser, in fact, there are only a few items they see all day long, and the treasures for them are actually just mass-produced garbage!

How can real treasures be excavated from the soil all day long?

Appraiser? ridiculously a side hustle. I'm still sitting here!

The child's eyes were a little declining, and he slowly explained to me that although he could actually practice attribute power, the limitations of talent and physical conditions made the attribute power grow very slowly. Both the instructor and the healer said that it would be difficult to achieve high levels of achievement on the path of a practitioner in the future.

I looked at the child in front of me with some surprise, it was because I couldn't practice my attribute power, so I went to the laboratory to learn a side job, so that I could rely on it in the future? In other words, it is to be supported by them, so that you can get the resources and conditions you rely on for survival.

But the child rejected my idea. The child looked at me with clear eyes and said admiringly: Isn't the side job able to assist in the exercise of attribute power and growth? There are so many people entering the appraisal room every day to appraise, and it must be the most ...... The best profession!