13 Minker Street

Chapter 587 Exchange Office

"Come if you want, come directly to Pavaro Funeral Society and find me. After walking out of the teleportation circle, you can directly take the carriage parked in the hall of the circle, which is more convenient."

"Huh? Don't they all ride in a carriage after leaving the magic circle?"

"Ha ha."

Karen smiled on the surface, but silently despised the extremely unreasonable subsidy system of the God Religion in his heart.

In front of a "son of God" like Marvalho, the gap in allowance between him and him should be much larger than the gap between himself and an ordinary servant of God.

Of course, people may no longer need subsidies, and most of the expenses can be reimbursed.

Look, I thought that the people who would ride in the carriage in the hall of the magic circle were out of their minds, but I forgot that some people had swimming pools in their homes.

Alas, this really chills the heart of a Whip of Order fighter who is fighting for the God Cult on the front line.

"You go about your business first, and you can write to me when you're done. Of course, I guess you'll forget."

"That will definitely be forgotten." Karen shrugged, "True friends don't bother to write letters."

"Hehe, the formation is about to start, goodbye." Marvalho waved to Karen.

"Goodbye." Karen nodded to Marvalho, turned around, and walked to his teleportation circle.

Marvalho didn't stay in place to watch Karen's back, and he turned and left after Karen turned around.

Pu'er, who was sitting on Karen's shoulder, whispered, "I thought he was a rare honest person."

"now what?"

"When he decided without hesitation to let Liszt take the blame, I realized that he is not."

Karen smiled and said, "He wasn't."

"Am I naive?"

"No, no, it's probably because you're too full."

"Are you mocking me?"

"No, if you were walking in the wild and saw a strange demon killing a human being, would you save him?"

"depend on mood."

"Yes, he is the same, depending on his mood. He may feel more comfortable getting along with me, so he has a better relationship with me, so he will have a higher tolerance for me.

But for others, such as Liszt, they are actually very ordinary colleagues, oh no, superiors and subordinates, um, even lower, after all, Liszt calls him an 'adult'. "

"I think, Karen, you know how to make friends better than me. I had a lot of friends who could give their backs to each other during adventures, but there were also a lot of dirty and disgusting things that I misunderstood. guy."

"Because you are really making friends, and I am getting along seriously."

"Is there any difference?"

"When you make friends, you always feel that once you become friends, you will always be friends, but getting along requires a dynamic way to maintain this relationship.

It’s like I know that Marvalho has been troubled by his identity as an ‘inheritor’, for which he lost his childhood and his family, but you can see his attitude when he let Liszt carry everything alone, which proves that he In fact, I have long been used to the identity of 'Son of God'.

You can express some of his inner difficulties with him, but you must never criticize the identity of the Son of God with him.

A rich man laughs at himself for ignoring the company of his family for the sake of his career, but if you let him become a commoner family and have more opportunities to get along with his family, he will never agree, and he will fight you desperately.

In the final analysis, he just wanted to find someone to be hypocritical with him. "

"But, don't you think it's tiring? After the relationship is confirmed, you have to maintain the relationship."

"Everything in this world is in a state of dynamic change. Even after a couple gets married, if they want a harmonious and happy family, they need wisdom to maintain it."

"That's right, but also wrong."

"Ok?"

"For example, Stupid Dog, it doesn't seem to have changed."

"you're right."

Karen handed the ticket to the circle maintenance personnel, and then registered his name.

Quite a few people were already standing in the circle, so Karen walked in and stood in a corner.

With the coverage of light, the teleportation starts.

……

"call……"

In the teleportation circle hall of the York City area, Karen, who had just been teleported out, was doing a small stretching movement, and many people who had just teleported here were also stretching their bodies.

There are also mattresses here, which are convenient for everyone to move around. Of course, there are also massage rooms, but they are very expensive. Most people will not choose to go in and enjoy them, and ordinary people probably don’t have time to enjoy them.

"Teleportation in the whipman's carriage really doesn't feel a little bumpy."

"Yes, meow." Pu'er stretched in Karen's arms.

"That's the way people are. Going back after experiencing better things will inevitably bring a little pain."

"So, we still have to work hard to improve our status and get better treatment. After all, expensive things only have one disadvantage, and that is that they are too expensive."

"That's not its fault, it's my fault."

"Oh, every time I want to encourage you to face reality bravely, I find that you are more realistic than Maomao."

Walking out while chatting with Pu'er, Karen saw two rows of garrison knights standing at the entrance of the magic circle hall, and the atmosphere of the whole hall was also very dignified.

Calculating the time, it has been almost three days since the assassin assassinated the chief bishop's family, and this happened to be the time when the impact of that serious incident spread, and the entire York City region should be shrouded in a thundercloud.

"Why didn't anyone come to greet you?" Pu'er asked curiously, "It stands to reason that you should be considered a hero at this time, although I know you don't care about this."

"It should be that Marvalho didn't notify the district of my return. From his point of view, he should feel that the friends he recognizes want to rest quietly at this time."

"Oh, what he doesn't know is that you need exposure and fame now to pave the way for your future development."

"That's fine, let's go home." Karen sighed, "I hope to be in time for Dincombe's funeral."

"Will be waiting for you, alas, poor Dincombe."

At this time, a somewhat familiar attendant walked towards Karen, and he saluted Karen: "Captain Karen, chief invites you to drink tea."

"Ok."

Emotionally and rationally, Karen couldn't refuse.

Under the leadership of the attendant, Karen walked into the elevator, and then walked into the chief bishop's office.

Wu Fulun was sitting on the sofa. Judging from his complexion, he was normal, but Karen knew that this was the short-term normality he bought with the rest of his life.

The attendant poured Karen tea and walked out of the office, closing the door.

"sit."

Walforon pointed to the sofa in front of him.

"Yes, Chief."

Karen sat down.

One old and one young, the two of them picked up their teacups together and took a sip of tea politely, which was considered to moisten the atmosphere of the following conversation.

"There will be a registration at the teleportation circle. When you teleport from the Dinge area, we can also receive the list here, so I know you are back."

Karen smiled along.

The warmth on Wo Fulun's face gradually faded, and became a little deeper, and asked:

"Can you tell me?"

Karen shook his head and replied: "I'm sorry, Chief, I have been ordered to keep silent. It is inconvenient for me to say anything more until the investigation of the matter above is finalized."

Walforon nodded, expressing his understanding: "I have obtained some information, and I have also seen the summary of events. I must be able to see much more than ordinary people. Of course, I know that this is definitely not the most true.

But I still want to ask you again, ask some nonsense, I hope you don't mind. "

"Chief, just ask, I will definitely answer if you can answer."

"Is the assassin really dead?"

"died."

Hearing this, the wrinkles on Walfuren's face loosened and he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Should I be grateful to you?"

Karen shook his head and said: "You are the chief, but like me, you are a member of the cult, I just do what I should do, and fulfill my responsibilities as a follower of order.

You don't need to be grateful to me, you should be grateful to the great God of Order. "

"Your home was also attacked, and a person died?"

"Yes."

"Condolences."

"you too."

Walforon closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Karen picked up the teacup for the second time and took a sip of the still hot tea.

After a long time, Walfren opened his eyes, his eyes were full of anger:
"It's not enough just to be an assassin. I don't believe that it's just the descendants of the Fallen God who are provoking. There must be an organization behind this assassin. He came here on orders!"

"Yes, I think so too."

"Revenge," repeated Wolverine, "revenge."

"It is inevitable, chief."

Wo Fulun's chest rose and fell, and he began to calm down his emotions: "Go back, I've delayed you."

"Yes, Chief."

Karen stood up, and just when he turned around, Wolfon behind him spoke again:

"Do well."

"I will, my lord."

Walking out of the office, the attendant standing at the door said to Karen, "Has Captain Karen notified someone to pick you up?"

"No."

"Then I'll take you back."

"OK, thanks."

"This is what I should do."

Karen followed the attendant down the elevator and returned to the teleportation hall on the basement floor, where the attendant reached out and summoned a carriage.

"Please."

"Thank you."

Karen got into the carriage, and after the carriage drove out of the formation hall to the road, it entered a concealed state, and even floated when it encountered a traffic jam.

Soon, the carriage carried Karen back to the Pawa Funeral Society.

After getting off the carriage, Karen put his hand into his empty pocket.

The coachman immediately smiled and said: "My lord, the attendant has ordered me to go back and sign the bill. I wish you good health, my lord."

After the coachman turned the car and drove away, Karen withdrew his hand.

Walking into the funeral club, the mourning hall has been set up inside. There are two coffins on the mortuary table, and there are two posthumous photos on them, one is Pavaro's and the other is Dincombe's.

From the moment the Vicole case happened, Karen decided to help Pavaro make up a memorial service, but at that time he really did not expect that the funeral could crash.

Karen didn't know whose idea it was, but he didn't object at all, because it was inappropriate to divide the memorial services of Pavaro and Dincombe before and after, and holding them together was the most appropriate choice.

But, for the first time, seeing the scene of the memorial service made Karen feel a kind of heartfelt fear and chills down his back.

After working in the funeral service at home, he didn't have the taboos that normal people have when facing funerals, but this time, he was really scared.

Perhaps there was something wrong with this sentiment, for Dincombe was dead;

But if things didn't turn around that night, and the assassin chose to be decisive instead of being greedy, then today, he would... hold a funeral for the whole family in the funeral club.

Alfred, Mrs. Lake, Doradoline, Kevin, Pu'er, and Peake... On that night, there is a high probability that they will be made into cold sand art sculptures like the chief bishop's family.

The emotion of fear is the primer, and what ignites is anger.

Karen began to think of the words that had been repeated earlier in the office of the Presiding Bishop Waughren:
"Revenge!"

……

"No news is the best news, so don't worry about your captain, let's all go to lunch, there is still work to do in the afternoon, especially Ma Si and you guys, who want to help revise the formation blueprint of the headquarters together, Hurry up and fix it, you understand!"

"Yes, Director."

"Yes, Director."

All the staff left the office, leaving only a big golden retriever lying on the carpet.

Well, the floor of the director's office is all convex, broken, and rotten. Even so, the director still found a carpet to lay on it so that the golden retriever could lie down more comfortably.

Fanny had already packed the lunch and put it on the table. Neo stood up, picked up the golden retriever, let it sit opposite him, divided the food for it, and then sat down by himself, picked up a spoon and ate together.

"Not to your liking?"

Seeing that the golden retriever didn't eat a bite, Neo asked curiously,
"What do you want to eat, I'll send someone out to buy it."

The golden retriever shook his head and slumped on the chair.

"Are you worried about Karen? Don't worry, it's fine. Don't you just go to the Dingle District for an inspection?"

The golden retriever shook his head again, as if he wanted to refute, but hesitated for a while, and still didn't speak, but:

"Wang!"

"Oh, of course, of course. The matter involved there may not be as simple as the Dinge area, it is likely to enter the temple for inspection."

Kevin frowned slightly, because it suddenly realized that the bright remnant in front of him seemed to be able to "talk like a dog".

But then Kevin was relieved, because he remembered that Phileas could even study that kind of terrible bug, which meant that he had a very high talent for controlling beasts, and it was normal for him to know some special languages. Did he inherit the spiritual legacy of Phileas?

"I trust Karen." Neo continued while chewing on the beef, "This kid can appear decent and calm no matter where he is, and he won't expose him if I expose him, trust me."

Kevin ignored him, jumped off the chair, and lay back on the blanket. It wasn't actually worried about Karen, it was worried about Pu'er.

Because the information Neo obtained only talked about Karen and the dragon, but did not mention the cat.

Although things seem to be going in a good direction, the assassin was successfully killed, or killed by Karen, but if Pu'er suffered any accident inside...

Kevin stuck out his tongue and licked his dog's mouth, and then he had another goal to strive for.

Last time, I started as an island boy;
This time, he is a dog.

But Kevin feels that his starting point this time is much higher than the last time. It makes no difference whether it is a dog or a human, because it has seen many people and even if it becomes a god, it still does not live as well as a dog. .

After a quick lunch, Neo walked up to Kevin, squatted down, pulled out a drawing from under the blanket, and blew it.

"Thank you."

Afterwards, Neo walked out of his leaky office with this blueprint.

Pushing open the door of the small conference hall, there are people from the formation department of the big area and the whip of order sitting inside.

The former was ordered by Mr. Delong, and the latter was requested by Bernie. This was to redesign the defensive formation of the headquarters building.

First of all, the front and rear buildings of the headquarters building have been taken over. In fact, these two buildings were originally the property of the Cult of Order, and more strictly speaking, the property of the Whip of Order. To do things, the establishment is tightened, and the ministers even sit with a cup of tea, a pack of cigarettes and a newspaper for a day;
So those two buildings were left unused, and now one has been taken back to be converted into a prison. After all, there is a relatively large demand for prisons here at the headquarters;
The other building is to be converted into a staff dormitory. Affected by the assassination of the chief bishop's family, all departments in the region are now considering the security of their senior leaders and their families.

Neo handed over the modified drawings that he had brought from Kevin, and the two team leaders in charge checked them immediately, and they all said in surprise:
"Hey, it's really the original blueprint modification plan, director, where did you find it?"

"With this, the construction period can be shortened a lot. As long as the authority of the Dinger Regional Headquarters is opened, we can quickly modify the defensive formation."

Buildings for important departments like the Whip of Order have been designed with a defensive formation and are connected to the Whip of Order headquarters in the Dinger region. The locations of offices at all levels are even stipulated inside, and cannot be modified at will.

This is also the reason why Neo has finished decorating the office but can only let Karen use it instead of exchanging an office number.

Now, just taking advantage of the opportunity of major changes in the defensive formation, changes that could not be made before can now be made.

Neo put his hands on the shoulders of the two team leaders in charge, and said with a smile: "Well, I have a request here, which is based on our actual work needs. I want you to help us slightly change the original layout. .”

While speaking, two envelopes with coupons slipped into the pockets of the two team leaders, and Neo patted them intimately to let them feel the thickness.

The two team leaders immediately understood;

"Director, tell me, it's all for work."

"Yes, Director, it's all for the sake of order. Tell me, how do you change it? We'll just have to work overtime."

"No need to work overtime, no trouble at all, very simple."

Neo pointed to the blueprint,

"Help me swap the door numbers of the captain's office and the director's office."

(End of this chapter)