A group of adventurer just departed, leaving one of the female receptionists free. After reaching her he asked:
"Sorry, but I am looking for a job."
"In that case please choose one of the parchments over there and bring it over."
Ainz nodded to express comprehension, all the while feeling as if his sweat glands were working again. He went to the front of the notice board with the parchments. Ainz browsed through them and nodded strongly.
Yup, I can't read.
One of this world’s rules was that verbal communication would be translated, but apparently this didn’t apply to written words.