Why it never ends

Chapter 977 Doubts

"No problem. I mentioned this to her yesterday. She has experience in this area before. As long as the operation is not too complicated, she will definitely be able to do it." Hesta took out a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket. "Can you leave your contact information on it--"

Lai Lin directly handed over a business card.

"Oh, even better." Hesta put away the business card. "She will contact you herself later. If you encounter any problems in the future, you can also come to me directly."

"Where's your contact information?"

Hesta slapped his forehead and started writing down his phone number, email address and name.

The two sisters looked at the tip of Hesta's pen, somewhat puzzled: "...You don't have a business card?"

“I haven’t made any new ones yet.”

"Where do you live?"

"An apartment in the city," Hesta replied, "But I may have to move in a while. I'll give you the new address then."

"If you have anything to send to us, you can send it directly to the Cochrane workstation." Rico pushed his business card over. "The address is on it."

"Any questions?" Hesta asked.

"Can I ask you, what exactly do you do?" Lai Lin said softly.

Hesta did not answer immediately.

"Just now you said that the man's rank was not low, but you attacked him directly. No matter what, he was a military man," Lai Lin lowered his eyes and said, "You may not be affected by such an incident, but my people and my store are all here. If they want to retaliate later, it will always be easy-"

"I understand your concerns." Hesta nodded, "Let me think about it."

Soon, the town's priest and several seminary students arrived to find out what had happened. While Lei Lin was explaining what had happened to them, Hesta went to the side corridor outside the tavern to make a few phone calls.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the two had lunch at the pub and drove back to the city. The Lalin sisters watched their car go away, and Ellie was still worried.

"Sister, you don't even know who they are. If you get involved with them like this, what if you get into trouble?"

"We're already in big trouble whether we mess with it or not," Lai Lin gently touched the wound on his forehead, "but what if this is a thigh?"

……

Idrien returned to the barracks and before he could warm up the mattress in the infirmary, he received a call from Arevalo himself. Hearing the old governor's voice, Idrien jumped off the bed directly - in the past, the governor always contacted him through his secretary, and Arevalo would often come to ask about the progress or listen to any problems when things were halfway done.

But this time, as soon as Idrian received the call, before he could even finish his greetings, he heard Arevalo scolding him for his "despicable behavior" and asking him to return to the Governor's Palace in the city immediately.

  Although the governor didn't say why, Idrien guessed that it was related to what happened this morning. After hanging up the phone, Idrien was so angry that he wanted to find Hesta and have another fight with her. The old governor even said that he behaved in a despicable way - this mercury needle took action in front of others and complained behind their backs, isn't this despicable?

However, he still wanted to meet the governor. Idrien held his waist and rushed to the governor's palace, thinking that he would be scolded again after the meeting. But when he really met the governor, Arevalo didn't lose his temper, but just asked him to tell the story again.

Idrien was somewhat flattered and recounted everything that had happened in the morning, avoiding the main points.

"That's all," Arevalo said expressionlessly. "Don't go to that bar again to cause trouble."

"...I don't know what Hesta told you," Idrien said with great grievance, "I was just trying to enforce military discipline—" "I told you, it's all in the past." Arevalo raised his head, "Don't cause trouble again, and don't let your men go either."

"but--"

"It's a good thing to enforce military discipline, and we should do it," Arevalo said. "It's not like there's no cafeteria in the camp, so why do the soldiers have to eat outside? Now that we're in the barracks—"

"This can't be blamed on the soldiers. They are the ones who are illegally selling alcohol!" Idrien said immediately, "Alcohol is banned in District 12, but they——"

"Don't mention the wine." Arevalo looked up at him and said, "Restrict your soldiers and don't go out for the next three months."

Idrien still wanted to protest, but seeing that Arevalo was already showing signs of impatience, he suppressed his defense and replied, "Yes, Governor."

After a moment's silence, Arevalo put down his pen and took off his glasses.

"I heard you had a fight outside the tavern. Were you injured?"

Idrien felt something was wrong when he heard it. He immediately realized that Hesta was definitely not telling the truth when she complained to Arevalo. She probably described her unilateral violence as a fight between two parties, but he was too lazy to refute it.

"I was very restrained," Idrien said in a deep voice, "I didn't do anything to her from beginning to end."

"...Don't waste your energy on these trivial matters in the future," Arevalo's voice sounded a little tired, "especially, don't conflict with the people of AHgAs. If you encounter something and you can't make up your mind, come and say hello to me first."

"clear."

"Okay, let's go back."

Idrien stood up and saluted the Governor, then walked out of the reception room. Although the expected storm of accusations did not appear, his mood did not improve. He only felt that today's events were full of weirdness. The Governor's secretary escorted him downstairs and mentioned the tavern to him before he got in the car. A few weeks ago, Baron Trion came to the Governor specifically for this matter. He was interested in the wine business there.

Idrian responded, but he felt confused. Why was the secretary telling him this for no reason?

"You can rest assured, Governor," Idrien replied, "The tavern is still in good condition. Not a single step is damaged. It won't affect whoever takes over in the future."

The secretary looked at him helplessly and said with a smile: "That's good, you have worked hard, please go back."

……

Hesta waited for several days but received no judgment from Office No. 2 or No. 5. This was unprecedented - after all, she had fought with someone in a habitable area, in full view of everyone, and had a huge impact.

In the past, if any mercury needle did such a thing, she would receive an accusatory email that night and would be required to submit an accident report within a few days. If the consequences were serious, she would have to attend one or two hearings in order to reasonably determine the next course of action.

In order to be able to respond calmly, Hesta wrote a statement of defense that evening, waiting for the higher-ups to start the accountability procedure. However, no one contacted her. She sat in her study flipping through the manuscript she had written, feeling confused.

...I hope this won't be written in vain.

(End of this chapter)