13 Mink Street

"Karen, are you serious?"

"if not?"

"You are not enough friends, are you?"

"One is a friend, and the other is a boss, and the boss represents the higher will of the religion, so between friends and loyalty to the religion, I choose loyalty."

Marvalho was choked, and he couldn't refute for a while. He couldn't have any negative comments on political correctness, because he himself was politically correct.

Karen sat down on the chair across from the sofa. It would take time for Ophelia to get the things. In addition, he was very interested in Marvalho's fiancée.

Because this involves the power layout of the Whip of Order in this region after Seuss left.

"By the way, what's your fiancée's name?"

"Gaspol."

Karen suddenly felt a little ridiculous: "Judge?"

Wearing a serious black robe, sitting on the judgment seat, waving a whip: silence!

12 years older...

Marvalho was about the same age as himself, maybe two or three years older than him.

Therefore, the presiding judge Gaspor's age is 12 years old on the basis of Marvalho, which is not particularly old, and he looks like he is in his early thirties.

But that dress, that position, can make people ignore their age and directly generate "labels", just like the female deans in many schools.

Karen needs to recall it carefully before he can roughly visualize the details of Judge Gaspar in his mind.

"Is she your fiancée?"

"Didn't I answer you already?"

"If she is transferred to the district governor of this region, I will have some headaches."

"What do you mean?" Marvalho asked with a half-smile.

Karen did not intend to hide this from Marvalho, because Marvalho is a special son of God. He longs for friends and is eager to be treated as equals. The more you treat him "very casually", the more he will I feel comfortable, even moved, in short, it's a bit... cheap.

"I originally thought that after the current district chief was promoted and left, I would be able to actually grasp the whip of order in this district. Now because of you, it seems that an accident is about to happen."

Marvalho was well served by Karen's frankness;

For this reason, he couldn't help but take the initiative to help Karen analyze:

"She is a woman with a strong desire to control, she will not allow herself to be a puppet on the table, so she will definitely compete with you."

"I can feel it, so at present, there is only one way."

"what way?"

"Go and fall in love with her, and cultivate your relationship well. I think, no matter if you are a man or a woman, when you fall in love and enjoy the sweetness, you should have no time to distract yourself from work."

"Is this something you do to a friend?"

"Isn't a friend just used at this time? Besides, it's not asking you to take risks to do other things, but just persuading you to fulfill the obligations and assume related responsibilities of the religion, family, and individuals."

"Why don't you go instead of me?"

Hearing this, Karen said seriously, "I don't think I should answer this sentence, and please take it back."

"Sorry, I didn't respect you." Marvalho quickly admitted his mistake.

"No, it was disrespectful to her."

Marvalho licked his lips and nodded silently.

Karen stood up: "I don't want to educate you, because I don't have the qualifications, but if you really don't have the courage to say 'no' to the above arrangement, at least you should do it to her and outsiders, Corresponding politeness is appropriate.

While you are disgusted with her becoming your fiancée... Is there a possibility that people may also look down on you. "

Hearing these accusations, Marvalho's expression began to change slightly, his eyelids and lips trembling slightly.

These micro-expressions are expressions of embarrassment and anger, and they are restraining their anger.

He is the Son of God, with an absolutely noble status. In the entire divine religion, except for the high priest, everyone else, including the elders of the temple, needs to respectfully address him as "My Lord".

From the first time he got along with him, Karen understood a truth very well. He always complained that he was alienated by his family and had no friends because of his identity as the Son of God, but it was absolutely impossible for him to voluntarily give up this identity.

Marvalho raised his head and looked at Karen. At this moment, he lost control of his expression for a moment, and there was a hint of sullenness in his eyes.

You said that you are not educating me, but you are still educating me, and you are a priest, a believer, what qualifications do you have to educate me, the will successor of this great existence!

Karen did not apologize, but looked at him with calm eyes.

Neo once teased Karen's relationship with Leon and his gang of sons, and pointed out a key point. The reason why those sons are willing to get along with you is because they think you are different from those who fawn on you. On the other hand, it is because you are also a "brother son".

like now,

When Marvalho couldn't control the raising of the consciousness in his body,

Karen's confidence to respond calmly lies in the existence of the stalwart standing in his soul space.

You can get the inheritance of those "branch gods" in the history of the Cult of Order, and you can read part of their memories. Is it sacred and great?

I can even read the memory of the God of Order.

It is no exaggeration to say that all the "sons of God" of the Cult of Kosmos do not have the ability to subdue Karen's personality in front of Karen, because Karen's godhead is higher than them.

The outburst and counterattack of hurt feelings did not appear, Marvalho blinked, nodded, and said: "You taught me the right thing, she is such a capable person, marry me a god, she may be better than me I feel even more wronged, I shouldn't disrespect her ideologically."

Marvalho stood up, walked to Karen's side, and thumped Karen's shoulder twice.

"My grandfather said that a true friend is the one who is willing to point out your mistakes, because for most people, it is a very happy thing to watch a person slide all the way to the abyss on the wrong track."

Karen replied honestly: "I have had contact with Judge Gaspor. I have a good impression of her and respect her."

This is a kind of maintenance for the elder boss... well, although it is a bit inappropriate to use the word "elder" now.

"Okay, okay, I get it, I get it." Marvalho sighed, "So, what do I need to do for you, if she really becomes the district chief here? For example, I will help you Get in touch, have a meal together, and exchange work arrangements?"

Karen responded, "I think maybe I'm a little more familiar with her than you are with her."

"I don't need 'possible', it should be that I only saw her once. At a banquet, we all wore divine robes. After that, all I know about her is through some information I collected."

Karen said: "Then when she really comes, I'll help you get in touch and have a meal together, so you can communicate and understand."

Marvalho patted his forehead: "Hahahaha!!!"

After leaving the office, Karen went upstairs to Seuss's office, where Alfred was also in, and was communicating with Seuss about personnel changes.

After Karen came in, Suss pretended to be angry and said, "Really, you asked your secretary-general to negotiate with me even for personnel changes. It's really boring to be your boss."

"I'm sorry, District Chief, you should be able to see that I'm not proficient in these matters, and sometimes I feel the same as you." Karen pointed to Alfred who was standing beside him, "Sometimes, I also think it's boring to be his boss."

"Hehehe!"

Suss laughed and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I heard a rumor that the next district mayor is likely to be Judge Gaspor."

"It's her?" Suss frowned, "If it was her, then you might not be so comfortable in the future. Her personal ability is very strong, I am not as good as hers, and she is also a workaholic. The most important thing is , the forces behind her..."

"power?"

"Our leader once served as the vice president of a church university, and was directly in charge of a department. Using it as a starting point, he recruited a group of key members, and many of them are now the bosses of our system. This tradition also It has been preserved and does not belong to the family and local faction forces, and is generally called the academic school.

Gaspol is in this faction, and they have a lot of influence in our system.

You have no chance of joining this faction, unless you go to school, but you are a minister after all, and your age... wow..."

Seuss suddenly realized something,

"You are very young, you can go to school to study for a while!"

"I probably, don't have time to go back to school..."

Rasma is gearing up on Minke Street, and now he is running to school?

"It's a temporary job for further study. Take time out every month to go to the missionary university in Dingle for two days, and get a diploma together. It's quite simple, but the final exam is a little more difficult, but it shouldn't be a problem for you.

But you have to participate in the activities there. It is said that there is a fixed club, and only by entering that club can you be qualified to become their own person recognized by them. "

"District Chief, why did you tell me such details?"

"Because if it's really Gaspol who came down to take my position, I believe that you and her can get along very happily after competing, and maybe you're fighting for office power in the headquarters. , On the one hand, they will take the initiative to arrange for you to study and write a letter of recommendation for you.

You have what it takes, and I believe in you, Karen. "

"Thank you for your compliment."

"No, it's not a compliment. I don't think this matter can wait. I remember that a new round of post-secondary training should start. There is an age limit. Generally, outstanding young priests are given this qualification. Have you applied for the quota at our headquarters..."

Alfred immediately replied: "It's not yet the final declaration date, and the five priests, two clerks, and three members of the Whip of Order team who performed well in the previous missions are tentatively scheduled. They are all 18 years old. the following."

"Hahaha!" Seuss laughed again, "Then add the name of our Minister of Law Enforcement as well. I thought it was funny when I went to study, haha, no, let me laugh for a while..."

"District Chief, what do you mean..."

"What I mean is, don't you want to resolve the power struggle conflicts that will inevitably arise in the future with her in advance? Is there any better solution than you becoming a member of her faction?

You are all members of the same faction, where is there any power conflict? You can even get along with her better than with me. "

"thank you."

This thank you is sincere.

Seeing that Suss was about to be transferred and left, he was really treating himself with a gratuitous attitude of helping.

Moreover, there are some things that Alfred can't arrange and arrange because of his vision and contacts, and there is a high probability that he can't even think of them.

Alfred said, "I'll make arrangements later."

"Yes." Seuss nodded, "I will discuss this matter with Bourne. If Bourne has a better way, I will let you know."

"Okay, district chief."

"Anything else?"

"No, I'm going to take two days off."

"You are so laid back." Suss said enviously, "Relax and relax, after a big task, you have to give yourself some rewards."

After leaving the mayor's office, Karen went straight downstairs to the parking lot and saw Ophelia.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, I have something to deal with temporarily."

"No, I just arrived too."

"Get in the car."

Karen started the car. He knew that Pu'er was in the dormitory, but he didn't ask Pu'er if he wanted to go back to the manor together. With Ophelia here, plus Pu'er, he didn't want the manor to be too wild.

Before the car drove out of the urban area, it was blocked on the road, and the traffic jam was severe.

At first, Karen thought it was a parade again, because in Wien, the parade is more like a party, and you can even eat the most authentic Wien hot dogs and sauce pies in the parade.

After a while, it was discovered that it was not a parade, but a gaming company was holding a celebration, giving out free gifts, causing a big crowd.

Wien's gambling industry has always been very popular, and odds can be issued on everything from the football team's results to the king's lifespan.

Ophelia looked at the lottery tickets flying in the air ahead, and said, "Dark Moon Island is still too small, there is no such industry."

Karen smiled and said, "There is a mermaid theater on Darkmoon Island."

Hearing this answer, Ophelia couldn't help turning her head to look at the car window to hide the smile on the corner of her mouth.

When Karen and the others came to Darkmoon Island for the first time and went to the Mermaid Theater, he was there watching him with a telescope. He even handpicked a mermaid to be sent to his box because his companions had I can't allow him not to.

That incident obviously didn't take too long, but it seemed like a long, long time had passed.

Ophelia shook her head and asked, "Will you buy lottery tickets?"

"I don't have this habit."

"I know there are lottery tickets available in the black market here."

"I hate gambling. It is a game with rules set by others in advance. As long as you play this kind of game many times, you will never be able to win money or coupons. Instead, it will make you deeply stick it in."

"But sometimes, it's just a little fun, and it's fine if you don't get too excited."

"Many people think this way. They think they are special and can hold on to it, but as long as they don't hold on to it once in dozens of hundreds of times, they will drown if they step on it.

They thought they were playing a game of probability, but in fact, they themselves were the probability in the eyes of the setters. "

"So, Karen, do you think everyone is addicted to gambling?"

Karen shook his head: "People who are not addicted will not touch this at all."

In order to get out of the traffic jam earlier, Karen drove the isolation formation in the car, and that's it, it took a lot of thought before he finally drove out.

However, not long after driving out, Karen saw a truck parked in front of it, and there were a few people in the uniform of the previous gaming company on the truck carrying lottery boxes.

The driver was smoking a cigarette in the driver's seat.

Karen slowed down the car and rolled down the window at the same time. The isolation formation prevented the other party from knowing that there was a car passing by at this time. He continued to smoke while urging the people behind to hurry up.

After driving away, Karen first turned off the isolation formation, then grabbed the steering wheel with his left hand, took out a piece of magic paper from his pocket with his right hand, moved his fingers slightly, and a black crow automatically formed.

The black crow flew in front of Karen, and Karen said to it:

"Leon, investigate the gaming company that is doing activities on Black Sheep Street."

Immediately, the black crow flew out of the car window.

"Is there a problem?" Ophelia asked.

"The cigarettes that the driver smoked just now can only be bought with coupons."

"You are so careful."

"That's what I do."

So, if Marvalho and Gaspol were together, he would feel the pain too, and his wife could see through everything in his life just by glancing at him.

However, this seems to be what the higher-ups want to see. The Son of God... shouldn't have secrets.

...

The black crow flew into Leon's hands. He put the black crow to his ear, and what Karen said came from inside:

"Leon, investigate the gaming company that is doing activities on Black Sheep Street."

Leon stretched out his hand and pulled Neo, who was drinking heavily with a large beer mug beside him, because the music around him was too loud and there were so many people, he could only shout loudly:

"Minister, minister, minister!"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Minister Cullen just summoned me."

"Oh, Karen, what's the matter with him?"

"He ordered me to investigate a bookmaker."

"Investigate what?"

"lottery company!"

"Oh, then go and investigate." Neo leaned forward, looked at the two puppets who were fighting in the small arena below, and shouted, "Fuck it! Fuck it! I'll win you, my eighth!" You will be missed in a row!"

"Snapped!"

The blue puppet Neo bought was knocked down, the control center was destroyed, and it smoked.

A few people around were cheering, but most people became quiet, and a few people staggered up and walked up the stairs.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Neo sat down, took a sip of wine, and asked, "Where did he say he wanted to investigate?"

"Uh... that's where we're sitting now."