Quenched long order

Chapter 101
"I..." Saul thought for a while, but he still didn't answer seriously. He waved his hand, "...When I chat with my friends, my friends will definitely be curious too... So, I must ask, otherwise my friends will say that I don't know about it, and I will lose face."

"That's right." The male staff member nodded and agreed with Sauer.

"There are two ways." The female staff took over the conversation, "Either live in Westwood Port for a long time and solve a certain number of disasters every month, or solve the disasters that endanger Westwood Port. Have you heard of Sandman?"

Saul shook his head.

"The incident happened five years ago. I heard that a quarter of the people in Ximu Port fell into sleep and couldn't wake up." The female staff wanted to continue talking, but was interrupted by the male staff.

"Hey, this kind of thing can't be spread casually." After finishing speaking, the male staff member pushed the female staff member with his elbow.

Looking at it this way, it is more difficult to obtain the Golden Medal of Honor, either to help the entire Westwood Port solve the disaster incident like the employees, or to save the Westwood Port from the fire and water, no matter which one it is, it is not easy.

Saul thought, and then he looked up and asked one last question.

"I heard there's also the Purple Medal of Honor?"

The male staff frowned and asked in an impatient tone, "You don't want to ask how to get the Purple Medal of Honor, do you?"

"We don't know." The female staff answered the question directly, "I heard that so far, only one person has won the Purple Medal of Honor."

The male staff member leaned back, leaned back on the chair, and said in a lazy tone: "I heard that the entire Westwood Port was saved..." He paused, "...with his own strength."

Sauer didn't ask about the remaining details. He planned to go to the disaster bulletin board to have a look first, and then carefully consider whether it is necessary to reveal the identity of the quencher. If he can find a reasonable excuse, for example, the power of blood, then he can get this money that is expensive to him, and avoid the identity of the quencher from causing death.

After a simple thank you, Saul turned and left.

The two staff in the rear immediately discussed.

"Hey, he won't really solve the disaster, will he?" The female staff was a little worried.

"Probably not." The male staff hesitated.

Saul continued to walk out the door.

"Wait, wait!" The male staff hurried up, "Hey, that, that...ah yes, Saul..."

Saul stopped and looked back at the male staff member with confusion in his eyes.

"You won't really go, will you?" the male employee said softly, and then stepped forward and patted Sauer on the shoulder, "Don't be brave, you will have a job sooner or later, there is no need to go this way, ordinary people will not have good results when they come into contact with disasters, if you really have no money, you can find someone to guarantee it, and borrow some from the bank.

Shaoer was a little surprised by the male staff's advice, "I know." He nodded and continued to walk outside.

Sauer continued to walk towards the door, and when he reached the door, a middle-aged man also wearing a white uniform came in. Compared with the two staff members just now, the white uniform on the man's body was added with gold and red patterns to complement each other, making the white look more layered, and the whole dress was also much more delicate.

The man walks into the Medal of Honor Center with his hands behind his back.

When he saw Saul, he looked up and down, his gray eyes were as sharp as a eagle's.

Saul glanced at the man, then looked away.

The man was still looking at Saul. Suddenly, his eyes widened a lot, and his expression was slightly surprised.

Sauer stopped walking, and a familiar burning sensation surged in his body. He had also experienced this feeling in the eyes of the mystic. Obviously, this man was testing himself. He quickened his pace and walked out the door quickly.

"Wait..." Before the man finished speaking, only the back of Shaoer remained.

The man frowned, lost in thought.

At this time, the female staff came up and said in a sweet voice: "Director Rooney, how is the situation?"

Rooney sighed slightly, shook his head, and replied in a dry and exaggerated tone: "I don't want people, I don't want money, you can figure out your own way." Obviously, he was imitating other people's voices.

The female staff member nodded without saying much.

"By the way, that person just now?" Rooney pointed at the door, "He's here..."

"He came to inquire about how to get the Medal of Honor in Westwood Port. He is just an ordinary person and wants to see if he can make some money from it. We have already persuaded him not to get close to the disaster event." The female staff said with a smile.

After hearing this, the male staff also came up, and said in a mocking tone: "He also said that he is a quencher, haha, I tested him..." At this point, he quickly covered his mouth with his right hand.

"Huh? What did you test him for?" Rooney raised his voice.

"Tested... tested whether he is a quencher, and he said, 'It doesn't matter if he is a quencher, he also wants to make some contributions to Ximu Port'. After saying that, it must be for a gamble, but I saw through it." The male staff member said to the back, raised his head and chest, very proud, and said proudly: "Although I didn't gain anything today, I saved the life of an ordinary person."

However, the serious expression on Rooney's face did not ease in any way.

After the male staff member finished speaking, Rooney said angrily, "Why did I tell you that!" He patted the stone pillar beside him with his right hand, "The quencher is waiting for me, is it true that you don't listen to me!"

The male staff was too frightened to speak.

The female staff member opened her mouth, wanting to persuade her, but when he saw Rooney waiting for her with a dark face, she quickly closed her mouth and lowered her head.

Rooney took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and clenched it tightly, desperately controlling himself not to give each of them a chestnut.

"He...he...he really is?" the male staff asked cautiously.

"It can't be wrong, he must be the quencher." Rooney turned his head to look in the direction where Sauer left, "What's his name?"

"Sauer." The male employee quickly replied: "Director Rooney, you, are you going to find him?"

"What's your last name?" Rooney asked with a straight face.

"No... I didn't ask." The male staff member shook his head cautiously.

"Do you know where you live?" Rooney continued to ask.

The male staff dared not answer.

Rooney held his forehead with his right hand, closed his eyes, and looked painful, "Oh my God, I've been begging for a long time." He pointed to his lips with his right hand, "See? My lips are all dry, and someone else only promised to help me solve one this month today..." He laughed angrily.

"Director Rooney, please don't, don't be angry. I think he also asked about the support funds for the Medal of Honor. He should be in urgent need of money. If he is really a quencher...he is probably at the disaster notice place now." A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in the female staff's mind.

"Then why are you still standing there?" Rooney shouted loudly, "Why don't you hurry up and get it back?"

"Yes." The two employees nodded quickly and ran out the door.

Halfway through, the female staff stopped, turned around, and asked, "Then our work..."

"What's the point of doing such a shit." Rooney was very speechless.

The female staff hurriedly continued to walk towards the door.

"Wait." Rooney called to stop the two of them.

The two employees turned their heads quickly.

"I didn't find Saul, so you don't have to come back today." Rooney smiled.

(End of this chapter)