HLM -Chapter 739 The Political Commissar’s True Bloodline

Without hesitation, Wang Bo decided to hire Tatak. This guy’s résumé didn’t reveal his true skill—being able to effortlessly control both the queen bee and the hive was no ordinary beekeeper’s talent. This was a bee king!

He took out a template of an employment contract and showed it to Tatak: “There’s a three-month probation period, during which I’ll pay for your social insurance. The weekly salary is 800. After confirmation, the weekly salary increases by 50%, and you’ll also receive a set of housing—but the house cannot be sold or transferred within five years.”

The black man looked confused and asked, “Anything else? Is food included? Where will I stay during probation?”

The town offered generous benefits, too many to explain one by one. Wang Bo handed him the contract and said, “You can take a look.”

Tatak awkwardly replied, “Sorry, Mayor, I can’t read. My résumé was written by someone else.”

No problem. Wang Bo called Kidd over to explain the contract to Tatak, word by word.

Tatak listened very carefully, just like when he had been reciting spells earlier, his face full of reverence.

Kidd felt a bit embarrassed. The man was so serious that Kidd couldn’t slack off. He put in effort to explain, even using his phone to show Tatak relevant legal provisions.

When he finished, Tatak asked again, “Food is included during probation, right?”

“As long as you want, you can have food covered all the time, whether it’s probation or not,” Kidd shrugged. “Didn’t you understand? I just explained it.”

Tatak replied, “I didn’t understand what you said just now.”

Kidd was slightly annoyed: “Then why are you taking this so seriously?”

“You must respect knowledge! If you have knowledge, I respect you!”

Hearing this, Kidd stopped being angry. He swallowed and said, “Okay, I’ll explain it again, this time more plainly. Ahem… actually, I really am a knowledgeable person.”

Tatak cared most about food, lodging, and salary. Once those were settled, he was willing to sign the contract.

His way of signing was unique—he drew a symbol above and then pressed his fingerprint on it.

Atulu saw this and leaned over: “Boss, come look! Someone still signs in this traditional way. A totem promise—when our ancestors signed the Treaty of Waitangi with the white folks, it was like this.”

“The term ‘white folks’ is racist,” Kidd reminded him.

Atulu showed a rugged smile: “You can call me a Maori wildman.”

Wang Bo successfully recruited the beekeeper; the rest of the work he left entirely to Tatak.

Tatak contacted Kidd and mentioned a long list of beekeeping tools needed.

For example, there were hives for housing bees, an isolation chamber for the queen, insulating mats for warmth, and basic tools like hammers, nails, and scrapers.

In the end, Tatak also requested lots of wooden boards, fishing lines, and ropes.

Kidd asked curiously, “What are you going to do with all that?”

Tatak spoke and gestured: “Some tools, I need to make myself—queen cages, bee brushes, frames, foundations, net covers… many things need to be made properly.”

That was simple. Wang Bo gave Tatak the DIY tools he had bought himself.

Seeing the tools, Tatak’s eyes lit up. He touched the toolbox and said, “This is amazing! Where did you get this? Once I get my salary, I want to buy one too!”

Wang Bo saw his excitement and said, “This is for you—consider it a benefit from the boss to the employee.”

Tatak grinned widely and generously said, “Then I’ll give up my first month’s salary.”

Wang Bo thought he resembled a little dragon girl just coming down from the mountains—of course, ignoring appearance and skin color, it was the pure and naive temperament that reminded him of that.

He asked Atulu, “Is Fiji so isolated? Tatak seems like he just walked out of the deep mountains.”

Atulu explained: “Fijians are different. They live scattered across islands. Some small islands don’t even have water or electricity. They have no education, no medical care, and no contact with the outside world.”

That evening, back at the castle, Eva leaned against the car window, looking out at the mountains: “Darling, have you noticed more and more clouds on our mountain? Look, you can’t even see the castle from here—it seems hidden in the clouds.”

That was a slight exaggeration; the castle’s outline could still be seen, but indeed, clouds were drifting along the mountainside around the castle.

As the sun set, sunlight hit the mountainside. The clouds carried a faint wine-red hue, and the mountain breeze made them bloom like red lotuses, making the castle appear like a heavenly realm shrouded in clouds.

Wang Bo knew this was the effect of the Heart of Mist. He slightly regretted placing the heart near the castle—it did make the castle more beautiful.

However, there was a problem: the clouds carried a lot of moisture. Now the castle was damp all day. The clothes he had washed yesterday still hadn’t dried after two days!

Fortunately, the Heart of the Castle was more powerful. Despite the increased humidity, no moss had grown on the walls; everything remained intact.

Excessive moisture wasn’t ideal. Wang Bo looked at the damp stone bricks and said, “Wow, looks like we need some renovations—install air conditioning in all rooms and run mechanical dehumidifiers 24/7.”

When they returned, the Political Commissar flew out to greet them, shouting, “You’re back! Great, you’re back!”

Eva’s face lit up with a smile as she reached out: “Good boy, my little baby, come here.”

A projectile shot through the air at incredible speed, whistling as it came. It dove straight into Eva’s hand, shouting, “Ah, Commander Little Baby! Ah, Political Commissar, you idiot!”

Needless to say, that projectile came from the Commander.

Eva withdrew her hand, deliberately ignoring the Commander, and caught the little Political Commissar instead: “The Commissar is obedient, never swears. That’s so endearing. Babies who swear aren’t liked by anyone.”

The Commander instantly felt wronged. Landing on the ground, he folded his wings and flopped down with a “smack,” crying, “Ah, the Commander is dead! Ah, the Commander is dead!”

“Cry, make a scene, and threaten to hang yourself,” Wang Bo laughed heartily.

Still, the Commander’s swearing habit needed correction. Wang Bo came closer to check on the Commissar, pleasantly surprised: “Hey, darling, look at its neck—the feathers are growing back!”

Indeed, the feathers that had been plucked were regrowing, thanks to the miraculous healing power of the Nest Heart.

What truly amazed Wang Bo was that the feathers growing on the Commissar’s head and neck weren’t green—they were pale yellow!

If these feathers kept their color, when fully grown, the Commissar would have a yellow head.

In that case, it wouldn’t be a Little Yellow Cap Amazon Parrot anymore—it would be an extremely rare Double Yellow-headed Amazon Parrot!

Eva noticed this too and was equally delighted: “My goodness, could our Commissar be a double yellow-headed one?”