Congratulations, You've Become an NPC

Everything is settled.

Arno lay on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief.

Because there was no favorability system, he could not confirm how deep an impression he had left on Alicia.

But it's not too bad after all.

"Using the corrector's connections, he also left an impression on the patrol officers."

"If this doesn't leave her with a good impression, then my charm will be in vain."

Arno laughed and shook his head.

Originally, if he relied solely on his face, his success rate would be quite high.

To be honest, no matter how nice it sounds, appearance is always more attractive than what is on the inside.

"Then let's start the next step."

"Now that the impression has been made, what needs to be done is very simple."

"The shadow of that man still exists in her heart."

"What I have to do is make that shadow darker, so that my shadow will become brighter in contrast."

Arno thought with a smile on his lips.

"Next, let Evie do that."

"But the preparation this time will probably take some time."

"Let me take advantage of this moment to complete another mission."

Snapping his fingers, Arno reached out and took the juice from the maid who rushed over and drank it in one gulp.

He turned to look out the window,

The weather is nice today and good things should happen.

Or, bring someone a gift that’s just right for them.

For example - a funeral.

…

"What, never heard of this person!?"

Thorwood slammed the table and looked at the man in front of him in shock.

"No, this is impossible. The token in his hand is obviously real. There is no way I can admit my mistake."

"How could such a ridiculous thing happen? I don't believe it! It must be you bastards who are protecting him!"

Solwood scratched his hair irritably, his eyes bloodshot.

The jealousy in his heart, the moment when Arno was lifted high, kept replaying before his eyes.

This prevented him from sleeping and kept his spirit in a very dangerous situation.

Especially after hearing the answer from the man opposite, I was even more on the edge of a cliff.

"Mr. Thorwood, please calm down first."

"The so-called imperial special investigator you mentioned, do you know his name? If you do, maybe we can find out something."

The somewhat fat man touched the lighter beard on his face, looked at Solwood calmly and said.

Here is the center of the royal capital, the government office building, and the reporting center for civil servants.

The complex machinery of the Empire is perfectly represented at the center of the Indictment.

The Reporting Center is a mechanism that belongs only to His Majesty the Emperor, but it is full of intricate procedures.

In order to avoid corruption due to excessive authority, the Reporting Center, an organization with such important responsibilities, has ridiculously little authority.

If someone wants to report a person, the reporting center will first roughly search for relevant information in the system based on the whistleblower's words, and then go to the public intelligence department to query the person's information.

After that, you have to contact the Political Department again to obtain the other party's political information. After getting confirmation, you have to go to the Population Review Department to check the person's registration record at that time to determine whether the other party's identity is true or false, etc.

After this, there are several procedures that require the cooperation of various departments, which will take a lot of time.

Therefore, few people come to the reporting center to report someone.

Solwood is the first of the month.

But this first person got stuck at the first step.

According to the information provided by Solwood, there is no record of any relevant person in the reporting center's own system.

If you want to go to the intelligence department, you need the name of the other party.

"Name? By the way, his name. As long as you say his name, you can definitely find his personal information in the intelligence department!"

"That way, he won't be able to escape!"

Thorwood scratched his hair and muttered to himself like a madman.

The man looked at him calmly and repeated again.

"So, could you please tell me what his name is?"

"Name...his name, no, what is his name?"

Solwood was stunned, "His name, no, he didn't tell me his name."

"What's his name? I don't know. I don't even know his name. Why? Why don't I know? Didn't I ask? What's going on? I don't understand, I don't understand at all!"

Muttering to himself, Solwood pulled off a few of his own hair.

The withered and messy hair floated to the table and blew in the breeze onto the clothes of the man at the center of the report.

He looked down and frowned, a trace of impatience flashing in his eyes.

"Sorry, if you can't provide us with the information we need, we won't be able to help you."

"It's just that I am very sure that the person you mentioned does not exist in the system of our reporting center."

"Besides, I think it would be useless even if I went to the intelligence department."

The man shook his clothes, looked directly at Solwood, and said calmly.

"Mr. Thorwood, is it possible that what you said is just your imagination?"

"In fact, there is no such person at all. It's all your delusion of being persecuted."

"Rather than reporting to the reporting center, you should go to the hospital first to check your mental health."

"Doctors can help you better than we can."

The man said these words very sincerely.

However, Solwood did not appreciate it.

He stared at the man with his blood-red eyes and gritted his teeth.

"You are in the same group as him."

"You bastards are in league with that guy!"

With that said, he stood up suddenly, kicked the table and the man away, turned around and left the reporting center.

After his figure disappeared, the man stood up.

He patted the dust off himself, fixed the fallen table, and once again waited for the next "customer" to arrive.

——

Outside the office building,

Arno leaned against the wall and watched quietly as Solwood roared and vented his anger and rushed out.

The people around him were startled and looked at him as if they were mentally ill.

This made Solwood even angrier, and he continued to roar, forming a cool cycle.

"It seems that it is indeed him."

"I just didn't expect that he would become like this now. How long will it take this time?"

"How narrow-minded."

Arno was a little confused.

There really are such people among humans.

"Anyway, the target is locked."

"Next, let's wait until night to act."

"I've taken care of his grave and funeral."

"but……"

Arno tilted his head, "What's his name?"