13 Mink Street

"Okay, I'll leave the rest to you."

As Bourne spoke, he stretched slightly. Sitting on the desk opposite him was Vic.

Vic stretched out his hands and patted the two piles of files on the table, which were about the same height as adults. There were almost the same number of files on Bourne's desk. He smiled bitterly and said:

"With so many files, how long do I have to deal with them?"

Bourne picked up the coffee cup, took a sip, and said: "I have solved the most difficult part for you. No matter how difficult the rest is, it is just to spend more time and energy. You still have plenty of time, and I have Time is running out.”

"Don't say such things, I believe you can live a long and healthy life."

"No matter what, being able to operate this thing still makes people feel happy and satisfied."

This was a great purge destined to be recorded in the history of the church. Its scale and far-reaching impact are rare.

It's just that firstly, because the declaration of the high priest came first, it attracted too much attention; secondly, there are very few real top executives among the targets of this purge, so there is a certain degree of awareness of this purge within and outside the church. hysteresis.

For the time being, only the truly discerning can see clearly what this move means.

It means that the second character of the Whip of Order has completed the baptism of himself through the purest development path of the Whip of Order, just like a specific religious ceremony. The second character is "legally" and "traditionally" They have established their own positions.

If something unexpected happens to Foden and he retires, and the high priest does not change his position, or has no intention of subverting or changing his path to power, then Karen is the most likely candidate for the new whip.

This sounds ridiculous, but it is a fact. Every system has its own values. Your image and positioning must be consistent with this value.

Bourne stood up and said, "The minister should be back."

Vic glanced at the crow on the table and said, "It will be later than planned."

"Then it's time for me to go home."

"So anxious?"

"I still have a lot of things to deal with on my own side. There are always things in this world that can't be dealt with."

"Haha, that's what you said."

Bourne walked to the door, stopped, turned around, and saw Vic already sitting there and continuing to work.

Sensing the gaze from Bourne, Vic stopped writing, looked up at Bourne, and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"I always feel like it's a bit sloppy."

Vic pointed at his face with the tip of his pen: "Are you talking about me?"

"Um."

"Tsk..." Vic slapped his mouth, "Okay."

After saying that, Vic stood up, straightened his divine robe, and then saluted Bourne.

"Go on your way."

Byrne returned the favor.

Vic: "I won't touch those files on your desk."

"You know, sometimes I feel like you are playing some kind of game. This game is based on an extremely absurd theoretical logic. It cannot be real, but you play it very seriously and never tire of it."

"The pressure of life and work is already very high, so we may just pay more attention to the balance between work and rest."

"A very nonchalant answer, as if he was deliberately scratching an itch."

"This is not my intention, because only the makers of the rules of the game are qualified to decide who can participate and play with us. Before it is determined, none of us are qualified to treat you as one of our own in advance, nor can we I gave you the game manual without permission."

"So, what's the difference between you and those fundamentalists?"

"When it comes to God, we are fanatical, pious, and determined. Well...it seems that there is really no essential difference."

If I have to point out a difference, it is probably that God seems to have always been very disgusted with those "fundamentalists".

"Then I'll go back first. Bless me."

"Hope you get a scare."

"A very unique blessing."

Not long after Bourne left, Alfred opened the door and walked in.

Vic immediately raised his hands and shouted: "Oh, my dear Mr. Alfred, are you here to save me?"

"The workload seems really heavy."

"Yes, that's right, many files cannot be processed slowly because we don't have that many cells, including... the execution ground.

Fortunately, there is always a shortage of cannon fodder in the open space. These sinners of order are just suitable to be sent there to atone for the order. "

"Well, come on, I can't help you anymore. I have to leave to pick up Pu'er and the others."

"You seem to be very resistant to continuing to engage in this kind of work." Vic said with a deliberately sad face.

"Yes, because you always have your head buried in work, it will be difficult for you to raise your head and reveal your unobstructed face when the mural 'captures' you."

"Your considerations are really far-reaching."

"Otherwise, why did I take you to work before? Isn't it to leave this kind of work to you and Leon?"

"Okay, I will finish it. I just hope Archbishop Bourne can come here soon."

"Where did he go?"

"He went back from get off work."

"I see."

Alfred drove the black second-hand Pens to the inner area of ​​the teleportation circle hall.

While waiting quietly, Alfred was notified that his young master was back.

Alfred hurried to the teleportation formation where the young master had arrived, and Karen had just walked out holding little Kangna's hand.

"Master, it is too risky for you to stay alone without security forces."

Now, among the people around him, only Alfred could say such a thing.

"It's okay, Ukonga has always been by my side." Karen explained, and then asked, "Why are you waiting for me here?"

The time for his return was not determined in advance.

"Master, Pu'er and Kevin will be back soon."

Little Kangna first cheered: "Sister Pu'er is coming back!"

Immediately afterwards,

Little Kangna pouted again: "Oh, Sister Pu'er is coming back."

Karen: "Didn't you mean the day after tomorrow?"

"Because the most difficult transportation problem was solved faster, and we couldn't continue to delay it, we rushed it back today."

"Okay, then let's wait together."

"Also, Master, Chief Bishop Bourne has gone home to make preparations."

"Go call him and tell him that although I'm back, I still have to deal with one more thing, and tell him to wait for me."

"Yes, Master."

Alfred immediately turned around and left to inform, while Karen and Xiao Kangna came to the predetermined teleportation aperture.

After a while, Alfred came back: "Master, I can't contact Bourne on the phone. He is not at home or in the office. My subordinate wanted to send him a black crow, but after the black crow circled out, Bourne's voice was still not detected. breath."

"It's okay. He may want to be alone now. When the silence is over, he will surface."

Stay here and wait for another quarter of an hour before the teleportation aperture lights up.

Count Rekar's figure appeared from inside. Pu'er sat on Count Recar's shoulders. Behind the count, there was a golden box. The lines on the box were flowing like a liquid.

"Master!"

They were the first group to come back, and the rest of the people were behind and did not pass by here.

Count Recar saluted Karen.

"Oh, my dear little Karen, I miss the cat so much!"

Pu'er jumped towards Karen, who reached out to catch her, and then placed her on his shoulder.

Little Kangna raised her hands and jumped beside Karen, shouting happily: "Meow, meow, meow!"

Seeing this, Pu'er slid down from Karen's shoulder and landed on Xiao Kangna's head. Xiao Kangna raised her schoolbag as if to show off.

"I know, I know, this schoolbag is really nice."

Little Kangna wanted to continue some interactions, but Pu'er stretched out her cat's paw and pressed her forehead to stop her. She said to Karen: "Open the box, little Karen. Next, is the moment to witness the miracle."

Alfred asked: "Why don't you take it back to the ministry and open it again?"

"I can't, meow, because..."

Karen asked, "Where's Kevin?"

Pu'er pointed at the golden box: "The stupid dog is inside as a seal, otherwise this knife really can't be transported; if you insist on moving it, you will have to smash many souls trying to get close to it along the way."

Karen walked to the golden box and first unlocked the box. The box opened like golden petals blooming. Inside there was a rusty knife and a big golden retriever that was shedding crazily while holding the handle of the knife.

"Woof."

Kevin called to Karen, and then wagged his tail reluctantly.

This move didn't have much of a performance component, because after opening the box, Karen had already felt the sharp cutting sensation, which shows the great pain Kevin endured along the way.

However, Karen did not take the knife immediately, but first set up a temporary isolation barrier. He was worried that after hastily taking out the knife and letting it escape from Kevin's shackles, the power leaked would make this person The nearby teleportation array was damaged.

After the arrangement was complete, Karen reached out and grabbed the handle of the knife.

At the same time, Kevin finally let go of his paws, kicked off his dog legs, and rolled out.

In an instant, a strong sense of stimulation penetrated Karen's soul, and the rusty chains of order in Karen's body were also stimulated. Chains exuding a majestic atmosphere danced in this teleportation hall that was closed to the outside world.

In the mire deep in the soul, chains suddenly fell down and plunged into the mud.

Immediately afterwards, the Hungry Addiction Sculpture emerged, but its whole body was forcibly restrained by chains, restricting its movements.

"Roar!"

The Hungry Addiction Sculpture let out an angry roar, and there seemed to be disgust and indignation from the reappearance of its old rival.

Karen lowered his head and looked at the [Blade of Sighs] in his hand in surprise.

"This knife can actually suppress hunger addiction."

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The event is over, and I have a flight home tomorrow morning. I have squeezed in all the coding time these days. This chapter was written temporarily in a hotel next to the airport. The situation is not good and it is difficult to write quality content. I'm sorry.

The plots to be written next are "Bourne's Death" and "Kevin's Unblocking". I have been thinking about and preparing for these two plots for a long time. I will start writing them when I get home tomorrow. I hope I can give you a good presentation.

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