Thousands of sparks

Chapter 40
The slightly trembling warrior entered the beast lair, and was warmly received by the goblins.

The Internal Affairs Bureau has a front desk, and the reception staff at the front desk are all wearing dark green uniforms that look a little dirty for some reason.They stood behind the dark wooden front desk that looked very old, and even seemed to have a layer of pulp, with an undisguised fatigue and impatience on their faces.

"What are you doing?" The younger middle-aged woman saw Dusand and asked, "Where's your family?"

Dusande coughed, and then took out a bunch of bulging things from the pocket of his coat.He picked through it, then pulled out his badge as Principal Private Secretary to the Registered Candidate.

"Ma'am, I am the chief private secretary of Councilor Androni...the alternate." Dusand thought for a while, but he still said the whole sentence, "I am here this time under the orders of Councilor Androni. to collect all relevant data from the Bureau of the Interior. Please have the head of the statistical department of your department come to see me."

Androni didn't give Dusand any instructions at all, and Morse just asked Dusand to "say hello" first.

But Du Sande didn't think so.After thinking about it, he felt that in order for his mother's legislation to have a slight chance of being implemented, he must first find out how much money the Internal Affairs Bureau has.

There is no compulsory education in the empire, and naturally there is no Ministry of Education.The empire does not have a systematic medical system, so naturally there is no Ministry of Health.As for the business related to Androni's legislation, the entire administrative department of the empire has and only the Internal Affairs Bureau can be responsible.

Therefore, first figure out how much money you have, and then you can know how difficult this task is.

Du Sande personally estimated that the difficulty of implementing the content of his mother's legislation should be at least a hellish difficulty to start with.

"Personal secretary of the senator?" The front desk lady who looked like a high-level goblin lazily glanced at the coat of arms that Dusande took out, then waved her hand, "No entry without appointment."

"I am the son of Baron Duchamp, Lord Dusand." Dusand took out his family crest from a bulging pile of things, "The newly-elected MP Androni is my mother, please let me know immediately The deputy director came to see me."

"I can make an appointment for you now, can you come again in three days?" The senior goblin's attitude changed suddenly after confirming that the little boy was indeed holding the noble coat of arms. The goblin went to pour water, while he rushed to Dusand holding the thick red register book.

"Just sign here." The senior goblin pointed to the blank line on the register and said, "We will arrange a time right away."

Du Sande glanced at the registration book, and then found that the appointment information left above the column where he needed to sign was left seven years ago.

After repeatedly confirming with the senior goblin that he still needs to "make an appointment three days in advance" before he can see the deputy minister, Du Sande sighed and began to find a red book among his pile of things.

And a loaded Type 52 pistol.

"The staff of the Heraldry Management Office want to see your chief, how long do I need to make an appointment now?" Du Sande asked calmly, "Two days? One day?"

The goblin looked at the red record book and the pistol that was so refined that it couldn't possibly be a children's toy.She then quickly transformed from a goblin to a hard-working Interior Bureau operative.She gracefully took back the appointment book she hadn't used for seven years, and asked Dusande to wait a moment very politely.

Then, twisting her thick legs, she pushed her body in a dark green uniform and disappeared up the spiral staircase.

The sound of a huge, violent stomp on the wooden stairs echoed in the first-floor lobby.At the same time, a sharp voice entered Dusand's ears unreservedly, "My lord, the people from the coat of arms are here!!!"

Dusande plucked his ears, and then asked the goblin who poured him tea, "Is she always like this?"

The goblin who poured tea showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and then dared not say a word—after serving the black tea, she hid in a small room beside her like a plague god.

After about a quarter of an hour, dense footsteps began to sound upstairs.A group of people appeared on the originally not very spacious stairs, and the leader was a middle-aged and elderly man whose width was at least four and a half Dusandes, with his head greasy and sweaty.

Du Sande keenly noticed that the fat man in the "fit" green uniform was shaking violently on his legs.

Are you afraid?I'm afraid it's easy to handle.Du Sande smiled, put down the black tea cup in his hand, and picked up the pistol again.

He enthusiastically said to the fat man who could tell at a glance that he was the leader, "Mr. Director, it's really not easy to meet you."

When Director Escobar heard this, his feet softened and he almost knelt on the ground.

Fortunately, the director still has many loyal subordinates. They quickly supported Director Escobar who was about to fall to the ground, and then used the director's fat body to cover his face.

I saw a child wearing luxurious clothes and holding a pistol, staring at me with a half-smile.Director Escobar, who has served in the Department of Internal Affairs for 17 years, immediately made the most appropriate move. He stood still and used his fat body to make the most standard tribute in his life, "Mr. Lord, you are loyal Escobar at your beck and call."

At the young age of 38, Escobar, who successfully took the post of Director of the Interior Bureau of Nuisal, has a soft bottom line of self-esteem that is completely inconsistent with his appearance.No matter who the opponent is, at least he has aristocratic clothes that ordinary people cannot afford, real weapons, and "arrogance" that is completely incompatible with his age.

For such a person, at least you shouldn't provoke the other party directly-at least wait until the person is gone before thinking about whether to take revenge.He reprimanded the other party face to face, because he was afraid that his mind would be too stuffy, and wanted to ask someone to open a vent hole with a 7.62mm pistol?
Du Sande was very surprised that the other party was so understanding.According to the routine, Dusand estimated that he would at least loosen the thighs of two or three deputy directors on the spot before he could meet the real person in charge.And in order for the real person in charge to understand the situation, he may have to send the manager to the Heraldry Management Office to receive some physical and psychological counseling before he can start a peaceful dialogue.

Deep in his heart, Du Sande lowered the difficulty rating of this instance from "Hell Difficulty" to "Difficult Difficulty".

"Director Escobar." Dusand politely put away the pistol in his hand, and then showed a more gentle and harmless smile, "I hope the lady behind you has conveyed to you my reason for coming here." Purpose."

"Any instructions from you will be our most urgent task." Escobar stood at attention directly at the reception desk in the foyer, took out a brand new notebook from his arms with difficulty, unfolded the notebook and unscrewed it A dip pen, as if preparing to record instructions.

Very good.Du Sande lowered the difficulty rating again, and the current interior situation looks like a "medium difficulty" at best.It seems that the problem here should be resolved in a short period of time - there should be no resistance to the implementation of the content of the mother's legislation at the level of the internal affairs bureau.

Two hours later, Dusande, who was scratching his hair into a chicken coop, completely gave up his efforts to continue to clarify the status quo in the office of the director of the Interior Bureau.

What kind of medium difficulty dungeon is this? The difficulty of purgatory is considered a harmless and cute little sheep compared to the mess of the Internal Affairs Bureau!

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