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

Igor explained as he walked up the stairs.

"In fact, most papers that will be rejected by the paper review committee are really poor in content or have major directional errors, and the possibility of misjudgment is very low, so these people naturally cannot get what they want. At the beginning, we would also receive some submitters, but later we found that their papers were simply nonsense, so we no longer accept submitters from these people."

Why does this sound a bit like the civil sciences in this world?

Reiner thought of following Igor, and couldn't help but look out the window, the crowd isolated from the manor gate in the distance.

"You don't have to care about these people, anyway, communicating with them is a waste of time."

Igor seemed to have a deep understanding and said with a sigh.

The two of them walked on the soft wool carpet and quietly arrived on the second floor. Igor skillfully took Reiner into a room. The spacious and bright room had several tables, and the tables were filled with various books and materials, which looked like an office.

“This is where we work, that one of your desks.”

Igor pointed to a clean and tidy table by the window, with no dust on it, and special ink and paper were neatly placed on the table, waiting for the owner to arrive.

"Mr. Pasival is coming to hold a discussion later, so you can get familiar with the environment here first."

After explaining some precautions, Igor returned to his desk. He seemed to be halfway through his work, picked up his pen and circled it on a paper.

Rainer did not rush to sit down, but looked around. There were nine tables in the office, which showed three by three. But except for Rainer, there should be only five desks used by someone.

From the entrance, Reiner's desk is located at the penultimate end by the window. Behind him is an empty table and in front is Igor's position.

There are people in the row of three tables next to Reiner's desk, and the row closest to the corridor is the first one with books and materials.

"Hello, I'm Reiner Ian Gray, and I'll serve as an assistant judge here."

He greeted his colleague next door. The bearded mage was burly. Three papers were being reviewed at the same time on the table. The quill floating in the air was quickly written, and the expression on the mage's face was really not kind.

"That's so stupid. How could those guys send this kind of paper... 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 and showed a somewhat hideous smile.

"My name is Bell Christian, and everyone familiar with me calls me Big Bear... Wait, Lena Ian Grey? Are you the skull-breaker Lena Ian Grey?"

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

A cold sweat broke out from Reiner's forehead. It seemed that his reputation outside seemed to have deviated.

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

Before he could continue to explain, a voice interrupted the conversation between Reiner and Bell. A head leaned in from the door and said to the people in the room. He soon saw Reiner, his eyes slightly widened, and then added.

"You're together, too."

"Let's go, Little Lena, Lord Pasival doesn't like being late."

Bell stood up, his height above Reiner's heads made him look more like a bear. He waved his hand gently and flew out of the desk several papers. Bell held it in his hand and then walked outside the office.

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

The conference room is not big, with a long table in the middle. After the others had sat down, Reiner slowly sat down beside Igor.

This is a bit like opening a grade meeting on Earth.

Reiner thought for no reason, and then saw a man in a well-made mage robe walking into the office.

He had five gold edges on his cuffs, and he was obviously a Five Rings Mage. The man had neatly combed his hair, wearing a pair of glasses, and looked meticulous.

After glanced around, he saw Reiner and showed a slight gentle smile.

"It seems that our new member is here, why don't you introduce yourself first?"

He looked at Reiner and said, with a leadership style.

Reiner stood up when he heard this, then looked at everyone and said in a peaceful voice.

"Good morning, dear all, I am Reiner Ian Gray. I will be an assistant judge and stay here for a week. I hope you can give me some guidance."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the atmosphere at the scene changed a little.

"Is this what makes the Pureblood Sect ruined Reiner Ian Gray?"

The mage sitting opposite Reiner whispered, looking up and down Reiner, as if he couldn't believe that Reiner Ian Grey, who caused the cognitive collapse of the 12 pure-blood mid-level mages, was such a young guy.

"Sorry, I didn't tell you before. In fact, I received the notice two days ago. Mr. Reiner Ian Grey will serve as an assistant judge and will only be on duty during the monthly meeting. I hope everyone can cooperate happily."

Supervisor Pasival didn't say much, and said calmly.

"Renner, I'm Pasival Orson, the director of this jury. Next to you is Igor, next to Igor is Bell, opposite to Bell is Saffros, next to Safros is Hannah, and the last one is Roger."

He introduced all the members at a speed that it was difficult for people to have time to remember, and then sat at one end of the long table and took out a copy of the information.

"Everyone, let's start our discussion today."

It seems that Reiner's arrival did not change the manager Pasival. He still works at the original pace, like a precision gear.

"Well, I have a paper about ecological investigation, and the author is Potsdam Baptist of the Immortal Throne, the Tripto Rim, who has some new ideas about the evolution of species."

The female mage named Hannah spoke first, she was also the only woman among these people, with chestnut-colored curly hair, about thirty years old, looking a little introverted, and the heraldry on her robe showed that she was a member of the Immortal Throne.

"I think it has certain reference value, but it still needs to be reviewed by you."
Chapter completed!