Chapter 611: Overthrowing the Tyrants IV
“I’m realizing I’m missing a critical skill.” I pushed down my embarrassment. There just had never been a need to learn this skill, it just wasn’t important. Culturally, it was barely a thing. Remus had expected me to be a housewife, my parents figuring things out for me. At the School, everyone knew the path their life would take. Either they had wealthy sponsors, or were nobility themselves. Then I’d worked on a combination of being self employed, or a Sentinel. At no time had I ever needed the skill, and it was a rare one in the first place, most children’s lives being laid out for them by their parents.
The Legions were always recruiting, and would take anyone.
“Which skill is that?” Arachne asked with her usual grace and aplomb. All the while, I was learning on twenty different thought processes, learning all manner of skills as Arachne’s threads twisted and weaved, like letters in a book. I wanted an ice pack for my head, just for the dramatic look.
“Getting a job.” I freely admitted. “I’ve always just stumbled into them or done it myself. I have no idea how I’d get hired in the first place, and I just… I know nothing about the whole process.”
Apart from vaguely being on the receiving end now and then. Nix asking me to take on his grandson as an [Apprentice] was a good example. That looped back to ‘who you know’ and ‘parents making arrangements for the children’s future’.
Arachne’s lips quirked in amusement.
“A problem far more people than you realize have had. I will add it to the curriculum. For this particular job, with your background, we’ve identified a few targets of opportunity. You will be walking up to the front door with a letter and a hope, just as they are needing more manpower. However, it would not do for you to be inexperienced in the endeavor, and as such, you will need to know more. We are about to be driven past a supply drop point. Can I trouble you to teleport an addition to our lunch in?”
I tasked one of my minds to scanning around me, awed by the endless industry toiling away under Pallos’s surface. This was all the work of a single Classer!? My gods, it was insane.
Part of me wondered what would happen if everyone had access to technology and methods like this, but the cynical, beaten-down part of me knew the answer. We’d use it to better murder each other.