13 Mink Street

"Come if you want. Go directly to the 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. This is more convenient."

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

"hehe."

Karen smiled on the surface, but silently despised the extremely unreasonable subsidy system of the divine religion.

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

Of course, people may no longer use the allowance, and most of their expenses can be reimbursed.

Look, I thought that people who could ride the carriage in the magic circle hall were out of their minds, but I ignored that some people had swimming pools at home.

Alas, this really chilled the heart of a Whip of Order combatant who was fighting on the front line for the Divine Religion.

"You should go about your business first. When you are done, you can write to me. Of course, I guess you will forget."

"That will definitely be forgotten." Karen shrugged, "Only true friends are too lazy to write letters."

"Haha, the formation is about to be activated. Goodbye." Marvalho waved to Karen.

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

Marvalho did not stay where he was and watched Karen's back. After Karen turned around, he turned and left.

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

"What now?"

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

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

"Am I naive?"

"No, no, maybe it's 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, the same goes for him, it depends on his mood. He may feel more comfortable getting along with me, so he has a better relationship with me, so he will be more tolerant of me.

But to others, such as Liszt, he is actually a very ordinary colleague, oh no, superior and subordinate, um, even lower. After all, Liszt calls him 'sir'. "

"I think, Karen, you know how to make friends better than me. At that time, I had a lot of partners who I could turn my back on when taking risks, but there were also a lot of dirty and disgusting partners that I misjudged. Guy."

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

"What's the difference?"

“When making friends, you always feel that once you become a friend, you will always be a friend. Getting along requires a dynamic way to maintain this relationship.

Just like I know that Marvalho has always been troubled by his identity as a 'successor', for which he lost his childhood and his family, but look at his attitude when he let Liszt carry everything by himself, it proves that he In fact, he has long been accustomed to the identity of 'Son of God'.

You can express some of his inner difficulties with him, but you must not criticize the identity of the Son of God with him.

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

After all, he just wants to find someone to accompany him to be pretentious. "

"But don't you think this is tiring? After establishing a relationship, you still have to maintain it."

"Everything in this world is in dynamic change. Even after a couple gets married, if they want family harmony and happiness, they need to use wisdom to maintain it."

"That's right, but it's also wrong."

"Um?"

"For example, the stupid dog seems to have not changed."

"you're right."

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

There were already many people standing in the magic circle. Karen walked in and stood in a corner.

As the light covers it, the teleportation starts.

…

"call……"

In the teleportation circle hall of the York City Region, Karen, who had just been teleported, was doing a small stretch, and many people who had just been teleported next to him were also stretching their bodies.

There are also mattresses here to make it easier for everyone to move around. Of course, there is also a massage room, but it is very expensive. Most people will not choose to go in and enjoy it, and ordinary people will most likely not have time to enjoy it.

"You really can't feel any bumps when traveling in the whip holder's carriage."

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

"That's how people are. If you go back after experiencing better things, it will inevitably bring you some pain."

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

"That's not its shortcoming, that's my shortcoming."

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

While chatting with Pu'er and walking out, Karen saw two rows of garrison knights standing at the entrance of the magic circle hall, and the atmosphere in the entire hall seemed 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 area 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 did not notify the district of my return. From his perspective, he should feel that the friends he recognizes want a quiet rest 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 good, let's go home." Karen sighed, "I hope I can catch up with Dincom's funeral."

"I'll definitely be waiting for you when you come back, alas, poor Dincom."

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

"OK."

Both emotionally and rationally, Karen couldn't refuse.

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

Walfulan was sitting on the sofa. From the look of his face, he looked normal, but Karen knew that this was the short-term normalcy he had spent the rest of his life on.

After the attendant poured tea for Karen, he walked out of the office and closed the door.

"sit."

Wofulun pointed to the sofa in front of him.

"Yes, chief."

Karen sat down.

The two of them, one old and one young, picked up the tea cups together and took a polite sip, which smoothed the atmosphere for the rest of the conversation.

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

Karen smiled along with him.

The warmth on Wolfulun's face gradually faded away, becoming a little deeper, and asked:

"Can you tell me?"

Karen shook his head and replied: "I'm sorry, Sir, I got a hush order. It's not convenient for me to say anything more until the above matter is investigated and determined."

Wolfulun nodded and expressed his understanding: "I got some intelligence and saw a summary of the events. I must have seen a lot more than ordinary people. Of course, I know that this is definitely not the most realistic.

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

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

"Is the assassin really dead?"

"died."

Hearing this, the wrinkles on Wolfulun's face relaxed and he breathed 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 divine religion. I just do what I should do and fulfill my responsibilities as a believer 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 one person died?"

"Yes."

"Condolences."

"you too."

Wofulun closed his eyes and stopped talking.

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

After a long time, Wofulun opened his eyes, his eyes filled with anger:

"Just being an assassin is not enough. I don't believe it is just the lineage of the Fallen God who is provoking. There must be an organization behind this assassin. He came under orders!"

"Yeah, I think so too."

"Revenge," Wavron repeated, "revenge."

"This is inevitable, chief."

Wofulun'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 when he turned around, Wofulun behind him spoke again:

"Do your job well."

"I will, Chief Sir."

After 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 transmission hall on the underground floor. The attendant reached out and summoned a carriage.

"Please."

"Thanks."

Karen got into the carriage. After the carriage drove out of the formation hall and onto the highway, it entered a hidden state, and even floated where it encountered a traffic jam.

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

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

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

After the coachman turned around and drove away, Karen took his hand out.

Walking into the funeral home, the mourning hall has been set up. There are two coffins on the morgue, with two photos of the deceased on them, one of Pavarro and one of Dincom.

When the Vicolay case happened, Karen decided to help Pavaro organize a memorial service, but at that time he really didn't expect that the funeral would crash.

Karen didn't know whose idea it was, but he didn't object at all, because it was inappropriate to separate the memorial services for Pavarro and Dincome, and holding them together was the most appropriate choice.

However, seeing the scene of the memorial service for the first time made Karen feel a kind of sincere fear and chills down her back.

After working at his family's funeral home, he didn't have the same taboos that normal people have when it comes to funerals, but this time, he was really scared.

Perhaps there was something wrong with this sentimental disposition, for Dincome was dead;

But if things hadn't turned around that night, and the assassin had chosen to be decisive instead of being greedy, then today, I would have held a funeral for the whole family in the funeral club...

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

The emotion of fear is the trigger and the ignition is anger.

Karen began to think of the words that Archbishop Wofulen had repeated in his office:

"You want revenge!"

…

"No news is the best news, so don't worry about your captain. Let's all go have lunch. We have work to do in the afternoon, especially Mas and you guys, who want to help modify the formation drawings at the headquarters. Take the time to get it done, do you understand!"

"Yes, Director."

"Yes, Director."

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

Well, the floor in the director's office was convex, shabby, 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 packed lunch and put it on the table. Neo stood up, picked up the golden retriever, made it sit across from him, divided the food for it, then sat down again, picked up a spoon and ate together.

"Not to your liking?"

Seeing that the golden retriever didn't eat a bite, Neo asked curiously,

"Whatever 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, he's fine. Why don't you just go to the Dinge area for a checkup?"

The golden retriever shook his head again, as if he wanted to refute, but hesitated and did not speak. Instead:

"Woof!"

"Oh, of course, of course. The things involved there may not be as simple as the Dingge area. It may be an inspection into the temple."

Kevin frowned slightly, because he suddenly realized that the remnant of light in front of him seemed to be able to "dog talk".

But then Kevin felt relieved, because he remembered that Phileas could even study those terrible insects, which meant that he had a very high talent for controlling beasts, and it was normal for him to know some special languages. The person in front of him, no. Did he inherit Phileas’ spiritual legacy?

"I believe in Karen." Neo continued while chewing beef in his mouth, "This kid can look decent and calm no matter where he is. If I expose him one day, he will not be exposed, believe me."

Kevin ignored him, jumped off the chair, and lay back on the blanket. It was not 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 seemed to be developing in a good direction, the assassin was successfully killed, and was 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 out as an island boy;

This time, I am a dog.

But Kevin feels that his starting point this time is much higher than the last time. It makes no difference to him whether he is a dog or a human, because he has seen many people who have become gods but still live worse than a dog. .

After Neo finished his lunch quickly, he walked over to Kevin, squatted down, pulled out a drawing from under the blanket, and blew on it.

"thank you."

Afterwards, Neo took this drawing and walked out of his airy office.

Pushing open the door of the small conference hall, there were people from the two formation departments, the Region and the Whip of Order, sitting inside.

The former was ordered by Mr. Delong, and the latter was applied by Bernie. This was to re-plan and design the defensive formation of the headquarters building.

First of all, the two buildings before and after the headquarters building were taken over. In fact, these two buildings were originally the property of the Cult of Kosmos, or more strictly speaking, the properties of the Whip of Order. However, there was basically nothing here in the regional headquarters before. Things are hard to do, the staff is tight, and the ministers sit for a day with a cup of tea, a pack of cigarettes, and a newspaper;

So those two buildings have been idle, and now one has been taken back and will 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, various departments in the region are now considering the security of their senior leaders and their families.

Neo handed over the revised drawings he took from Kevin. The two team leaders immediately checked and then said in surprise:

"Hey, it's really the original drawing and reconstruction plan. Director, where did you find it?"

"With this, the construction period can be shortened a lot. As long as the Dingge District Headquarters opens the authority, we can quickly modify the defensive formation."

Buildings of important departments like the Whip of Order have defensive formations laid out from the beginning of the design, and are connected to the Whip of Order headquarters in the Dingge region. The locations of offices at each level are even specified and cannot be modified at will.

This is also the reason why Neo has renovated the office but can only let it be used by Karen instead of exchanging an office door number.

Now, 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 respectively and smiled: "Well, I have a request here. This is based on our actual work needs. I want you to help us make slight changes to the original layout. .”

While talking, two envelopes containing coupons slipped into the pockets of the two team leaders. Neo patted them thoughtfully to let them feel the thickness.

The two team leaders understood immediately;

"Director, don't you think it's all about work?"

"Yes, director, it's all for the sake of order. What do you think we should do to change it? At worst, we can just work overtime."

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

Neo pointed to the drawings,

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