Novel Full Chapter 648 - 378: Seven Days of Training
Chapter 648: Chapter 378: Seven Days of Training
Pete finally squeezed through the crowd, getting bumped several times on the shoulder, exhaled a white breath, and finally stood in front of the notice column.
On the column was posted the recruitment document for the Spring Aid Team, various positions listed clearly: construction team, craftsman, physician, apprentice, guard. Conditions, term, family allowances were all written plainly.
The command in the bottom row was simple and direct: go light up those still in darkness.
Pete stared at that sentence, his heart slightly tight, feeling like “Alright, it’s my turn to do something now.”
A registration booth was set up in the center of the square, with officials from the Department of Civil Affairs busy maintaining order.
The wooden sign indicated the queue classification, and Pete lined up in the logistics team.
Some around were shouting to cut in line, others complained about the crowding, until a scribe stepped out to calm the scene, restoring order.
When it was Pete’s turn, he steadied his breath, and stood in front of the desk.
A scribe in his thirties looked up at him, speaking calmly: “Name, department, resume.”
“Pete Hollan, Material Bureau, third-class warehouse officer.” He answered simply.
The scribe flipped through the records, then looked at him: “Third District winter dispatch… You have experience, you understand this task isn’t just about moving things.”
Pete nodded: “I’ve heard some things, but not in detail.”
“What we’re exporting isn’t labor, it’s methods of doing things.” The scribe explained directly, “The people going need to know bookkeeping, ration distribution, channel arrangement, maintain order, and teach others to do the same. Simply put, it’s about being able to independently lead a small grassroots position.”
Pete digested for a few seconds: “So after registering now, am I officially selected?”
“Not that fast yet.” The scribe shook his head, “There will be selection and training later. You have to pass written and oral exams before being integrated into the team.”
His tone was ordinary, yet carried a bit of reminder: “Do well, and you might get promoted upon return.”
Pete nodded, signed his name, the handwriting trembling a bit but not out of control.
The scribe confirmed then put away the form page: “You’ve become a candidate. Wait for notice, and report back.”
Pete held the booklet as he came off the platform, looking back at the flag bearing the Red Tide Emblem, the light shining piercingly.
Whether for the desire to stand out or to let more people live like the Red Tide, Pete was utterly determined; he must pass this time.
……
Pete was notified as one of the first batch of candidates selected.
As soon as the news came out, his colleagues stirred up a fuss, patting him on the shoulder, whistling, saying things like “Pete’s going to soar” and “Treat us when you return.”
Pete’s ears burned, but he couldn’t help but smile, feeling ignited, eager to rush out of Red Tide right then.
When the gathering time arrived, he went early to the administrative center.
The assembly place was on the north side of the administrative center square in the old training hall, filled with hundreds of candidates.
The badge numbers on their chests divided them into craftsmen, physicians, administration, construction, logistics categories.
Each sat upright, expressions serious, but that seriousness wasn’t of mission sense, more like Lord naming them, they must do their best.
On the high platform, Bradley and representatives from various departments were already in place.
Bradley’s gaze swept across the hall, instantly quieting the room: “You will become the Red Tide outside of the Red Tide, the seeds of order.”
Next, everyone stood to swear an oath.
The pledge they had already seen on the booklet, countless people had memorized it by heart: “Witnessed by the furnace fire, heart set on order, where the Red Tide resides, chaos shall not arise.”
After shouting, Pete felt lighter, as if formally accepted into a larger collective.
Just as the echo of the oath was still spreading in the air, the sound of boots came from the entrance.
Louis entered, draped in that scarlet cloak, his expression as calm as ever.
The firelight shone on his profile, devoid of arrogance yet compelling people to straighten their backs.
Pete heard someone beside him sucked in a breath, and someone else whispered, “Lord…”
Such admiration was nearly written on everyone’s face.
Louis walked up to the podium, and began: “Time is pressing, I’ll say a few words briefly.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.
Louis continued: “You’re going out to save people, not to build walls for the nobility. The targets are those children freezing purple, the subjects without food.
You may encounter aristocratic obstruction. They’ll mock, yell, tell you not to care about these peasants, but don’t pay attention. Whoever maliciously hinders you, record them, report back, and Red Tide will handle it…”
Louis was still speaking, but the murmuring exclamations below could hardly be contained.
Pete was no different; growing up in the Empire, it was his first time hearing an aristocrat say such things.
Don’t pay attention to the nobility, serve the commoners.
But Louis’s tone was as calm as talking about the weather, without provocations yet irrefutable.
Pete felt his heart beat tightly, unsure if it was fear or excitement.
Actually, with every sentence Louis spoke, he nodded, not because he understood completely, but because the Lord’s way of speaking instinctively made him feel following was right.
Moreover, he understood one thing—that the Lord genuinely stood by their side.
And that the Lord hated those bullying nobles, which was enough.
Finally, Louis’s tone softened: “If you handle this well, your achievements will be established consequently, future promotions, transfers, and even independently hosting local affairs, all will depend on your performance this time.
Hope you’re not just preaching but achieving real results so Red Tide will remember your names.”