"Dear friend, are you still worried about your meager salary?"

"Are you still hesitating to solve the problem of being single?".

"This association recently recruited a ghost swordsman and was given a generous salary."

"People who can complete adventure-level and above tasks are preferred"

"Please submit your resume to the mailbox No. 188 Municipal Street, Huttonmar".

"Consultation with Pan Shuai, the Personnel Department for details."

After such a recruitment notice was posted on the Alchemy Guild sign, it immediately attracted a large number of adventurers to watch.

Ophelia was responsible for reception and consultation at the gate of the Alchemy Guild. In the morning, there were endless people coming to inquire.

She was delivering leaflets there, and a rough male voice suddenly rang behind her.

"Madam, tell me how to get to the Human Resources Department."

Ophelia turned her head angrily, how could there be such a rude person?

I saw a strong man with a cold expression standing in front of her like a hill. He was holding a Green heavy machine gun tightly in his hand, and there were three hard oval objects on his waist. A big "g" on it indicated that this was a military grenade.

"Please... are you here to apply for a job..."

Ophelia stammered, covering her chest with her hands, obviously frightened.

The strong man snorted unceremoniously and put down the Green machine gun.

"Mission is calling me, and my ammunition will make the enemy feel fear," he said coolly.

The audience suddenly became quiet.

At this time, the ammunition expert suddenly felt a look from all directions.

Cold sweat flowed down his forehead and he lowered his head.

"Please...what did I say the wrong thing?", the ammunition surface was ashen.

"This is a special recruitment session for ghost swordsmen," said a Devil May Cry coldly.

"I'm talking about him a little bit, everyone, tear him!" A berserker ran away directly.

Five minutes later...

The ammunition expert, who was dying, was carried away by medical staff on a stretcher.

The staff confiscated the severely damaged Green machine gun and several grenades as physical evidence of his violent attack on the venue.

In the Office of the Ministry of Personnel, Pan Shuai, who had just been promoted to minister, was reviewing his resume there.

After wearing a pair of gold wire glasses, Pan Shuai looked even more handsome.

"Tsk tsk", he smacked his lips, "This sword soul Jirab is not bad."

"Tsk tsk", he raised his glasses again, "This Asura has more practical experience."

After turning over another resume, Pan Shuai's eyes instantly stared.

"Barbara, Berserker, female, original name Rom, transformed into a woman by herself..."

"Damn it!" Pan Shuai couldn't help but vomited.

"**!", he cursed.

Pan Shuai suddenly lost interest and stood up.

After one day, the Alchemy Guild received a total of hundreds of resumes. After repeated screening, four resumes were shortlisted and will enter the second round of interviews.

In Yang Jian’s office, Pan Shuai was reporting to him.

"Head, every ghost sword profession has a candidate."

Yang Jian casually read these four resumes.

"Xiao Pan, who do you think is the right person?"

"I think the four professions have their own strengths."

"What does Mr. Yang mean?" Pan Shuai looked at Yang Jian.

"Belsman, Bob", when she read this, Yang Jian seemed to be intriguing.

Picking up the signature pen, he drew a circle on the word Bob.
Chapter completed!