Yuanshin: The duty of the inspector is to eat melons

"I'm not in a hurry." Tavenal took a sip of hot drink calmly, "I will send a car to pick them up in the afternoon." She said and turned to the five children: "You can pack your luggage first, and talk to your brothers and sisters by the way." Farewell."

The deputy dean showed a heartfelt smile, "Thank you for your generosity." She touched the heads of Victoria and Milia, "Why don't you go soon?"

The five children seemed to let go of the big rock in their hearts, and they didn't leave immediately, which made them feel a lot easier. After bowing gratefully to Tavenal, they trotted away after the vice president opened the door.

Watching them run away, Tavernal drank the hot drink in the cup, and then got up to leave.

"You need so many people?" After the vice president left, there were only the two of them in the room, and Arechino no longer kept his secrets.

"I'm curious, if I call ten people, will you accept them all?"

Tavernaar put the cup back on the tea table, and replied unhurriedly: "Due to the cold disaster in the north and the beast tide, the first line of defense against the beast tide is short of manpower. If there is no accident, these children will join the army." I'm old."

"So your sympathy is at work?"

"You may think so."

"..." Arechino didn't expect her to admit it so simply, and was momentarily speechless.

"Well, no matter what the reason is, I'm very happy that you can take them away." Arechino gave up investigating further.

"You're welcome." Taverner was happy to save his energy and make up stories.

Leaving Hearth House, her next stop is City Hall.

"I have to finish the run before the sun goes down." Looking up at the sky, she waved to stop a carriage.

"Go to the city hall, please hurry up." She emphasized it specially.

"Okay, you sit still."

The coachman with a simple and honest smile on his face answered heartily. As soon as Tavernaar got into the carriage and sat firmly, she felt that the seat under her buttocks was moving in one direction. Not spacious, almost hit the opposite wall.

The carriage drove her all the way, and soon entered the bustling city center, with people and vehicles passing by on the road, Tavernal was worried that at this speed, the carriage might hit someone, so he ran all the way without rubbing it It brushed against a passerby, and amidst the occasional curses from behind, the carriage moved forward steadily.

He stepped out of the carriage slightly, paid the money, and seeing the simple and honest smile on the coachman's face, Tavernall had a deeper understanding of the words that you can't judge a person by its appearance.

Zhidong is really full of talents.

Escorting the carriage away with respectful eyes, she stood there and blew the wind for a while, until the feeling of churning in her stomach calmed down a little, and then she stepped forward.

Walking into the city hall, there was an endless stream of people coming and going, some of them were citizens, some were government officials, Tavernall stood at the door and looked around for a while, planning to ask someone for directions, when a man in the uniform of a government official walked towards her Come this way.

The man stopped a few steps away from her, and looked around without any trace.

"Is it His Excellency the Inspector?"

"Yes." It seems that the rooster Pucciniella has already sent his subordinates to make arrangements for his visit.

"The mayor ordered me to receive you. If you have no other questions, please come here."

Tavernall has no objection.

The two walked through the city hall, took the elevator to the third floor, stepped on a curved corridor, passed through doors, and finally came to a door with the number plate of the mayor's office.

Man, you lightly knock on the door with your hand, "My lord mayor, your Excellency the Inspector has arrived."

After hearing the "please come in" behind the door, the man opened the door for her and invited her in.

Compared with the servant Arechino, the office of the rooster Puccinella obviously lacks some breath of life, except for the bookcase, desk and a huge map on the wall, there is nothing else.

There was a stack of documents neatly stacked on his desk. The mayor, who was not tall and had obvious inhuman features such as pointed ears and long nose, raised his head from the work in hand, and his small but sharp eyes looked through The small round glasses looked at the door.

Chapter 41 The old foxes

"Welcome back. I heard that you have done a few important things for Her Majesty the Empress. You are really awesome. But I think there will be opportunities to chat slowly about these in the future. I have only been back for a few days, and I am busy again. It is a good thing for young people to be energetic. , Ha ha." Puccinera smiled kindly, like a kind and friendly uncle next door.

Tavenal closed the door behind him with his backhand, walked to stand a few steps away from the desk, and got straight to the point:

"Mr. Mayor, Her Majesty wants me to form a new department to control public opinion in the country. However, I lack experience in this area and would like to ask you some questions."

Puccinera nodded with a smile, "I'm glad my experience can help you, what do you want to know?"

Tavernaar didn't ask any questions immediately, and under the gaze of the other party, he reached into his pocket, took out a small notebook and opened it.

Pucciniera raised his eyebrows slightly, it seemed that he was well prepared.

"Well... Firstly, what positions are needed in a department that can operate freely?" Tavernall glanced at the brochure, and looked up at Pucciniera to finish the follow-up words.

Tapping the end of the pen on the desktop twice, Pucciniera organized the language in his mind so that his explanation would not be too complicated: "First, we need to determine the top end of the execution..."

Tavernaar listened carefully, using the "Book of Narratives" to record what the other party said verbatim, and combined with answers to raise new questions from time to time.

In this way, Tavernall asked all the questions in the booklet.

Two hours later, Pucciniera once again reached for the kettle on the side, poured out the last half glass of water, and drank it slowly.

Tavernal stood there as if recalling the conversation just now, with his eyes empty, he was actually checking the contents of the "Book of Narratives".

"Is there anything else you don't understand?" Pucciniera asked with a water glass in his hand.

"I understand, thank you for your help." Tavenal nodded, looking at the wall clock, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, "In this case, I will not disturb your work, thank you again, Mr. Mayor, for your precious time time to meet me."

"There is no need to do that. Since it is the order of Her Majesty the Queen, I should naturally pay attention to it." Pucciniera looked like everyone is a family and don't talk about each other, but when it comes to the Queen of Ice, Tavernall believes his Help does come from the heart.

"Just remember to register after confirming the members of the department. The treatment given by the city government to the permanent staff will be issued later. Have you decided on the office location? If you need a venue, I can also provide it."

Before leaving, he pressed his forehead again to remind him.

Tavernaar bent slightly, "I will keep it in mind. If you want to find an office space, please look for it near my residence. It doesn't need to be too big, and there won't be many department members."

After speaking and waiting for the other party to agree, she turned around and walked to the office door, opened the door and left.

The man who had just brought her in was still standing in the corridor. Seeing her come out now, he stepped forward again: "Do you need me to take you away?"

"I remember the way, you go about your own business." Tavernaar left by himself towards the route he came from.

Shortly after she left, the office door opened again, and Pucciniera walked out with a cane.

"My lord mayor." The man saluted quickly.

Pucciniera nodded slightly, and went straight to the end of the corridor.

"My lord mayor, what can my subordinates do?" the man asked cautiously.

Pucciniella paused and gave him a strange look.

"Does the inspector need someone from his subordinates to keep an eye on him for a while?"

"can."

"She shouldn't be disrespectful to you."

"No."

As he walked, Puccinera stamped his feet again, a rare trace of doubt was revealed in those shrewd eyes, "Are you going to the bathroom too?"

The man's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he shook his head in a daze.

"Then you follow me?" Pucciniera was even more puzzled.

Only then did the man realize that he had followed Puccinera to the outside of the bathroom on the third floor, his face suddenly became embarrassed and a little panicked, "Subordinate... I didn't notice it for a while, that, my lord, please go slowly, I, I Send someone to follow you."

When he was far away, the man wiped his cold sweat with his hand, and said to himself, do you have a serious face when you go to the toilet? He thought that he had some order to issue after talking with the inspector, and he wanted to help run errands and show his hospitality.

Hiss, I almost watched my boss go to the bathroom this time, so I won't become a fresh corpse floating on the moat tomorrow, the mayor should not be such a fussy person.

Tavernal waved his hand again to stop the new carriage, and with his trust in the driver's technical level, he didn't ask him to drive faster.

In the end, she was safely sent to a mansion in the suburbs not far from Winter City.

After getting out of the car, Tavernall saw Pantalone standing in front of the mansion in a dark thick robe.

"I thought it was almost time for you."

The man looked at the man who jumped out of the carriage with a smile, "It's been a while since I've seen you. Your Excellency's visit to the humble house has made the humble house flourish."

Tavernal nearly sprained her feet just now, she looked at Pantalone, and then at the huge mansion behind him, the corners of her eyes twitched twice.

"If your house is a humble house, then mine is a kennel." She stood there, looking at the mansion in front of her, her face full of desires and desires.

"You're joking." Pantalone had a standard smile that rarely changed, "This is also a meager family fortune accumulated over the years. The money comes and goes quickly, so it can't be real."

"I'm afraid the big banker is also busy, so I won't go around in circles with you. I have a few questions to ask. Should I talk here or go in." Tavernaar didn't want to hear this man flaunting his wealth openly and secretly.

Evil capitalists.

"There is no reason to let the guests suffer from the cold outside, please come with me." Pantalone was still smiling, leading forward with one hand, and leading the way with both hands behind his back.

It took nearly 5 minutes from entering the gate to passing through the yard, and finally arriving at the living room of Pantalone's mansion.

After looking at the various money-burning facilities along the way, when Tavernar finally sat on the sofa, his mood was completely hopeless.

The little bit of guilt that I followed the son to reimburse the bills some time ago has disappeared, and I even feel that the report is underreported.

All she could think of now was one sentence.

How much blood has the hateful capitalists sucked from the masses of the people!

After that, it was to repeat what happened at the rooster Pucciniera, and took out the small book to interview the rich man Pantalone.

Pantalone asked someone to bring tea and exquisite snacks, and answered her questions with ease.

After asking the question, Tavenal submitted a funding application with great sincerity.

"Funding, it's not difficult, but as far as I know, the city hall also allocates funds for new departments. Do you still need a little money from me?" Pantalone tilted his head slightly with a smile, as if protecting The dragon before his own treasure.

Chapter 42 Finally Not a Bare Commander

It took her an hour to convince Pantalone.

In the end, when the other party suddenly agreed, she was stunned for a moment.

But looking at Pantalone's ambiguous and very cheerful smiling face, it seemed that this person was not persuaded by her, but rather that he was in a good mood after watching enough plays, so he agreed.

There is an uncomfortable arrogance, and suddenly the mood is not very beautiful.

She rationally suppressed her urge to delve into it, fearing that she couldn't help but do it.

"The funds will be sent to your account after a while, remember to confirm." The ending sound rose, and Pantalone's voice was full of joy.

After everything was done, Tavenal naturally had no intention of staying here for a long time, and after a simple farewell, he left Pantalone's mansion.

Standing at the door, she stood there and looked at both sides of the road.

As a suburb, of course, there are not even a passer-by here.

Tavernal vacillated between turning around and going back to borrow a carriage or going by himself, choosing dignity.

The eyes of the wind god hidden under the hem of the clothes lighted up slightly, and the wind blew up from Tavernaar's feet, and the whole person was like a faded phantom. After only a few seconds, he merged with the breeze and blew towards the direction of the city. go.

Previously, she didn't have a foothold on the sea to stabilize herself, and she couldn't spare time for her to be completely weathered. This is the perfect body for her to use the power of the wind element to travel.

It's just that the reading article is a bit long and easy to be restricted.

Inside the mansion, Pantalone stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and watched what happened in front of the door from a distance, and chuckled lightly when he heard the report from his subordinates.

"She really pleases the gods."

Holding the glasses on the bridge of his nose with one hand, his gaze was withdrawn from the distant breeze, and the small chain hanging on the legs of the glasses brushed against the back of his hands, bringing a little coolness.

"It's getting cold." After he said this without end, the maid guarding the door walked to the fireplace and added more firewood.

Tavernaar passed over the city in the form of wind, and gained a deeper understanding of the panorama of the East City.

There are a total of five areas in the city, namely the commercial area, the administrative area, the residential area, the wealthy area, and the largest and most old and dilapidated slum area.

Tavernaar looked at the area on the westernmost side. The houses were no more than three stories high, and most of them were simple sheds and tall chimneys.

Thick black or gray smoke continuously spewed out from those chimneys, dyeing half of the sky extraordinarily gloomy, and the river near the west side also showed a kind of polluted black.

It was just heard before, but now she has seen such a scene with her own eyes. As a person who has received compulsory education, she is very aware of the impact of those factories.

Zhidong's industry is quite developed, and these are the price of development.

Her Majesty can also see it, right?

However, from the perspective of the gods, these so-called pollution may not be worth mentioning, and it will be better to deal with them intensively at that time.

Concentrating her thoughts, she turned and slid towards the wealthy district where her residence was located.

A gust of wind fell to the ground, swirling to reveal a concrete human figure.

"Sorry, I seem to have forgotten to send someone to the Hearth House to pick him up." Looking at the sun that had already set, the celestial body that was not bright and warm in the solstice of winter, as if it was just a light source, hadn't disappeared for too long, and it was barely there now. It was afternoon.