"These people are all people who want the paper review committee to re-evaluate their papers, and they often appear in the magic associations in various regions, and this time, I'm afraid they will gather after hearing the news from us."

Igor explained as he walked up the stairs.

"In fact, the vast majority of papers that will be rejected by the paper review committee are really poor in content, or have major directional errors, and the probability of misjudgment is very low, so these people naturally can't get what they want. In the beginning, we would also receive some mailers, but then we found out that their papers were just nonsense, so we stopped accepting mailings from these people. ”

How does this sound a bit like the folk science of this world?

Reiner thought after Igor, and couldn't help but glance out the window, at the crowd cut off from the gate of the manor in the distance.

"You don't have to worry about these people, it's a waste of time to communicate with them anyway."

Igor seemed to understand it and said with a sigh.

The two stepped on the soft wool carpet and quietly made their way to the second floor, where Igor expertly led Reiner into a room with several desks full of books and materials, which looked like an office.

"This is where we work, and your desk is the one."

Igor pointed to a clean and tidy table by the window, without a trace of dust on it, and special ink and paper pens were neatly placed on the table, waiting for the arrival of the owner.

"Master Percival is going to hold a discussion meeting later, so you can familiarize yourself with the environment here."

After explaining a few precautions, Igor returned to his desk, and he seemed to be halfway through work, picked up his pen and drew in circles on a paper.

Reiner didn't rush to sit down, but looked around, there were nine desks in the office, showing a three-by-three arrangement, but excluding Reiner's one, there should only be five desks that were actually used.

Counting from the entrance, Reiner's desk was the penultimate by the window, with an empty desk behind him and Igor's place in front.

The three desks in the row next to Reiner's desk were occupied, and in the row closest to the hallway, only the first one was for books.

"Hello, I'm Reiner. Ian Gray, who will serve here as an assistant jury. ”

He greeted his colleague next door, the burly mage with a beard, on the table, three papers being reviewed at the same time, a quill floating in the air writing quickly, and the expression on the mage's face was really not kind.

"It's stupid, how could those guys send such papers...... Uh, sorry, I'm not talking about you. ”

The three quills in front of him stopped at the same time, and the mage looked at Reiner with a somewhat hideous smile.

"My name is Bell. Christian, familiar people call me Big Bear...... Wait, Reiner. Ian Gray? Are you the Skull Crusher Reiner? Ian Gray? ”

Forget about Little Reiner, what is the title of Skull Crusher?

A drop of cold sweat broke out on Reiner's forehead, and it seemed that his reputation on the outside seemed to have deviated somewhat.

"Bell, Igor, Safros, it's time for a meeting."

Before he could continue to explain, a voice interrupted the conversation between Reiner and Bale, and a head poked in through the doorway and said to the people in the room, who soon saw Reiner, his eyes widened slightly, and then added.

"You're with you, too."

"Let's go, little Reiner, Lord Percival doesn't like to be late."

Bell stood up, his height three heads taller than Reiner's head made him more like a bear, and with a slight wave of his hand, several papers flew out of his desk, which Bell held in his hand and walked out of the office.

Reiner shrugged helplessly, picked up his notebook, and followed Igor to the conference room next door.

The room wasn't very large, with a long table in the center, and only after the others had taken their seats did Reiner sit down next to Igor.

It's a bit of a grade level meeting on Earth.

Reiner thought for no reason, and then saw a man in a well-made mage's robes walk into the office.

He had five gold trims on his cuffs, and he was obviously a five-ring mage, and the man's hair was neatly combed, and he wore a pair of glasses, with a meticulous appearance.

Glancing around, he saw Reiner and smiled slightly.

"Looks like our new member is here, why don't you introduce yourself first?"

He looked at Reiner and said, quite a leader.

Reiner stood up, then looked at everyone and said in a calm voice.

"Good morning, my lords, I'm Reiner. Ian Gray, who will be here as an assistant juror, will be here for a week, and I hope you will have a lot of guidance. ”

As soon as his words fell, he felt that the atmosphere of the scene had changed somewhat.

"This is Reiner, who made the entire pureblood deposed. Ian Gray? ”

The mage sitting across from Reiner whispered, looking Reiner up and down, as if he couldn't believe Reiner, who had caused the cognitive collapse of the twelve pure-blood mid-level mages. Ian Gray is such a young guy.

"Sorry for not telling you before, actually, I was also notified two days ago. Mr. Ian Gray will serve as an assistant jury member and will only be available during the monthly meeting, so we hope that everyone will have a good time working together. ”

Director Percival didn't say much, and still said indifferently.

"Reiner, I'm Percival. Orson, the head of the judging committee, next to you is Igor, next to Igor is Bell, opposite Bell is Safros, next to Saphoros is Hannah, and finally this is Roger. ”

He introduced all the members at a speed that would have been difficult for anyone to remember, and then sat down at one end of the long table and pulled out a document.

"Guys, let's start our discussion for today."

It seems that Reiner's arrival has not changed the director of Percival, who is still working at his original pace, like a delicate gear.

"Well, I have here a paper on the ecological expedition, written by Potsdam of the Immortal Throne. Baptiste, the Master of the Three Rings, has some new perspectives on the evolution of species. ”

The female mage named Hannah was the first to speak, and she was the only woman among them, with chestnut-colored curly hair, about mid-thirties, and a somewhat introverted look, and the coat of arms on her robes indicated that she was a member of the Immortal Throne.

"I think it has a certain reference value, but it still needs to be reviewed by everyone."

As she spoke, Hannah unfolded the paper in her hand and placed it in the middle of the long table.