"This is all so formal. It feels just like a job interview."
As the sun rose and the Administration began its workday, Old Chen, dressed in an intern administrator's uniform, fiddled with the psionic dog tag and calculating orb in his hands. Then, guided by his two students, he left the building.
His outfit, which looked rather like a casual suit, had been designed and made by another famous manufacturing player, "Elegant and Refined Lady Shui," together with her apprentices. The honorable civil servants of Transia had unanimously approved it.
Lady Shui had earned over a thousand gold coins from this one design commission alone.
That was enough to prove that manufacturing seemed to be the "chosen child of the current version."
Professor Chen had also gained a new understanding of the game. Just a moment ago, he had chatted with Governor Mirian and Professor Malcolm, easily winning over the two officials with his decades of solid professional knowledge.
Especially Professor Malcolm.
As a bona fide professor at Chardo Craftsman University, Malcolm could tell at a glance the difference between a true master and a charlatan.
So by the time Old Chen left, Professor Malcolm had already started calling him "Master." Governor Mirian had also wasted no time in granting "Construction Site Old Hand" the very official title of "Chief Architect of Transia," along with full authority over the planning and construction of the territory.
That had made Professor Chen the top administrator among the players, surpassing Mud Truck, Shovel, and Fully Insured Semi. But the three old-timers had no complaints. Old Chen was a real expert, after all.
The only problem was that, at heart, Old Chen was still a player. Although he had come to Transia to "oversee the work," he still had to follow the usual path