Yes, Lady Funina!

Obviously, this strongest duel handler knows the inside story better than the water god Furninna.

"Is this kind of case usually difficult to handle?" Furniture continued to ask. At this moment, she was no longer listless in front of Richard. Instead, she became a little excited, like a speculator who got inside information.

"It is definitely troublesome, otherwise why would it become an old case? But a large part of it is because the case is not so serious, and there was not enough police force at the time, so the case was temporarily shelved..." Clorinde thought for a while and said.

When Fu Nina heard this, she slammed the table. This is exactly what she wanted!

When Richard heard this, he immediately felt a pang in his heart. Could it be that investigating an old case would really lead to them finding something?

In fact, if an outsider came to investigate, there was nothing to worry about. Richard was confident that he could repel any invading enemy on his own territory. But if there was a traitor inside, it would be hard to say.

Richard looked at the excited Fernina, and the feeling of uneasiness became stronger and stronger. At this moment, he had to stand up and remind her: "Lady Fernina, in fact, that is the work of the Tribunal, and it has nothing to do with our City Hall."

Richard's words were like a bucket of cold water that extinguished Fernina's burning passion.

That's right. Dealing with old cases is the responsibility of the court. What does it have to do with her, the Minister of Administration?

I come forward to help, contribute my manpower and effort, but in the end the credit still goes to others. Isn't this just being a worker?

What Furniture wanted was to be seen as "Wow, it's Lady Furniture!" rather than "Lady Furniture has helped the Tribunal a lot, that's great!"

If it's the latter, Furninna would rather not have it, it's too insulting.

Clorinde thought for a moment and said, "It's not completely irrelevant. In fact, there are quite a lot of cases related to the City Hall. If you are willing, I will give this part of the work to you. I think Villette won't mind."

The flame of 'hope' rekindled in Furninna's eyes, while Richard completely closed the book in his hand and stared at Clorinde with wide eyes in disbelief.

Do you know what you are talking about, Clorinde?

Clorinde didn't pay any attention to Richard's situation. She was currently helping Furninna analyze the feasibility with due diligence.

Although doing so would inevitably divert some of the Tribunal's work away from it, it would also save a lot of effort.

After all, Clorinde is the successor of the Shadowhunter of the Inquisition, and she is also the Guardian of Fernina, so most of the things she is responsible for are also related to the City Hall.

If Funina is willing to take over, Clorinde's workload will be much less than that of her colleagues, and if she is lucky, she can even have a happy vacation during the period of activities.

This was indeed a great temptation for Clorinde.

This was also a big challenge for Richard. He couldn't sit still anymore. He said, "I actually have a few immature ideas for your reference, Lady Funina."

"If it's immature, don't bring it out yet. Wait until you've thought it through. Now I think my idea is mature enough." Furniture completely ignored Richard's words. She was now overwhelmed by her own genius inspiration. All she could think about was 'do it! do it! do TMD it!'

"Claulinde, tell Villette for me, no, I'll go and tell him myself, I must clear up all the old cases. No! That's not enough! I also want to thoroughly investigate all the problems in the City Hall! Let the City Hall be completely renewed from top to bottom, inside and out!" Funina said passionately, but at the same time she felt it was not enough, and added more burdens to herself.

Although he didn't know what Furninna was thinking, Richard felt a black screen after hearing it.

Even so, Funina was not going to let Richard go. She leaned forward with most of her body, supporting herself with her hands on the desk, trying to get as close to Richard as possible across the desk.

The hair on his head jumped up and down, and his pair of heterochromatic eyes looked at Richard, who seemed to be unable to smile, and said, "Richard, you will help me, right?"

"I..." Richard noticed that Clorinde was also looking at him, waiting for his statement.

If I refuse now, doesn't it mean something is fishy? How is it different from turning myself in?

But now, Funina was pressing so hard that she didn't give Richard any room to maneuver. Now he felt that anything he said would be wrong except agreeing.

So Richard only paused for a moment before he made a decision. He placed the book in his hand on Fernina's desk, straightened his collar, looked into Fernina's eyes and said, "Yes, Lady Fernina!"

After answering Finina, he shifted his gaze to Clorinde who was watching the show on the side. In the past, he thought that this guard was a loyal person, but after what happened today, his thoughts might change a little.

But now that things have come to this, he will make a note of this account first.

However, Clorinde didn't think there was anything wrong. After noticing Richard's gaze, she, who was usually serious, even gave him a faint smile.

Smile! You still have the nerve to smile!

Although he was very angry, Richard still gave Clorinde a polite smile. He wanted to use this polite smile to ask her, are you polite?

But it was obvious that Clorinde did not understand Richard's meaning. She just thought that Richard was thanking her for her performance.

She knew these officials too well. Anyone who wanted to get ahead was not afraid of having too much work to do, but was afraid of having nothing to do.

After getting used to the procrastination and inefficiency of Fontaine's civil servants, she knew from the first sight that Richard was someone who wanted to make progress.

Don't thank me, you deserve it.

Clorinde thought so.

Volume 19: Chapter Selection of a Personal Secretary

In Richard's office, Linnet and Richard sat opposite each other, and they were discussing the "new look" plan that Funina had mentioned yesterday.

"Without a doubt, this is the stupidest decision I have ever seen, no doubt about it!" Richard put down the pen in his hand and said to Linnet who was stirring the tea with a spoon.

"Well, then what?" Linnette replied.

"Do you know what will happen if Furninha actually implements the policy she mentioned?" Richard leaned forward and looked at Linnett deeply.

Linnet thought for a moment and then answered, "Will there be a clean, transparent, and brand new city hall?"

"Impossible! First of all, the city hall will be in chaos and no one will be able to work normally."

"Secondly, there may be an outbreak of innovation. Do you know what innovation means, Linnet?"

"Hmm... reform? Appoint a new executive secretary general?" Linnette said after thinking for a while.

Richard took a deep breath. He was just assuming, but you seemed to really want to appoint a new permanent secretary general.

"There will not be a new permanent secretary general. It is hard to say whether this position will still exist by then. Reform means a reshuffle, competition among various forces, an open debate system, rumors flying everywhere, and the scene that people with ulterior motives want to see the most will be played out!"

"Wow... isn't that exactly what you want to see?" Linnet blew on the tea and took a sip with her soft lips.

"I... Linnet, whose secretary are you?" Richard was choked. He felt that the cat-eared girl's words were a bit confusing.

"It's your secretary, Secretary General Richard." Linnet sighed and said as if she was comforting a child.

She knew clearly that what Richard needed now was not her advice, but someone to talk to.

"I don't know how Furninna's personal secretary arranged her schedule, which actually gave her the free time to think about this and that..." Richard frowned. If possible, he hoped to meet the secretary and teach him how to arrange the ministers reasonably.

Then Richard found that Linnet was looking at him with a complicated expression. He couldn't help but touch his face and asked in confusion: "Is there something on my face?"

"Why are you looking at me the same way you look at Furninna?"

"Richard, male, works at the City Hall as the Executive Secretary General. After the water goddess Funina took office as minister, there was no suitable candidate, so I temporarily served as her personal secretary." After Linnett finished speaking, the room fell into a brief silence.

After a long while, Richard finally said, "It turns out that I am the secretary."

"Yes, Secretary General Richard."

"Then why don't I have any working memory about arranging her trip?" Richard asked.

"That's because you dumped the job on me on the first day," Linnett replied.

"I'm sorry, Linnet."

"I accept your apology, Richard."

Richard took a sip of black tea, picked up the pen again and put it down again. He still couldn't help but look at his secretary.

"But I still want to ask, why not schedule her schedule longer? At least to prevent her from falling into the trap set by the reporters and dragging us down with her."

It can be said that the description is very vivid. In Richard's perspective, he was just working normally. But a few days later, Funina said to him, "I'm going to turn the city hall upside down."

Putting aside his personal selfishness, even from the perspective of his position, Funina's special operation was groundless, unreasonable, and impossible to achieve.

A clean and transparent government department. Haha, to be honest, if it wasn’t Funina who said this, Richard would have thought he was listening to Fontaine’s jokes in some tavern.

Linnet frowned and thought for a moment. She said, "Maybe I misjudged Lady Funina's ability."

Richard nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, we all misjudged her abilities."

"So what do we do next?" Linnet asked.

"Let's deal with this emergency first, let Lady Finina realize how foolish it is to do this, and then help her find a suitable secretary." Richard made a decision.

"Why don't you come in person?" Linnet asked curiously. After all, in her opinion, if Richard wanted to keep Funina under control, the best way would be for him to arrange it himself.

"Everything should be done in moderation. I am already the executive secretary general. If I still occupy the position of the minister's personal secretary, the power I hold will be too great, which is neither too much nor too little." Richard said very soberly.

Maybe Funina wouldn't think anything of it, but could he guarantee that others wouldn't think too much? Could he guarantee that the Supreme Inquisitor, Villette, wouldn't think too much?

Everything goes through his hands. Is it Furnessa who is the minister, or is it you, Richard, who is the minister?

"Then how do you plan to make Lady Furninna realize the seriousness of the problem?" Linnet asked as she stood up to refill tea for herself and Richard.

The secretary is still beautiful today. In addition to the decent little suit, the black stockings under the hip skirt seem to have been changed. She changed from the previous style of non-transparent stockings to slightly translucent flesh-colored stockings, and the flesh color can be faintly seen in the black.

While walking, the cat's tail sways gently, and the hip skirt becomes sometimes tight and sometimes loose along with the swing of the thighs, outlining a perfect range.

Although Linnet's hip curve is not as plump as Clorinde and Yae Kamiko's, it gives people a kind of youthfulness unique to girls. It is petite and lovely, with a unique flavor.

Coupled with the other party's action when adding tea, Richard couldn't help but think of the word "red sleeves add fragrance". With Linnet's natural beauty, I think she can also control Liyue's clothing.

Linnet naturally noticed Richard's gaze, but she didn't care, or maybe she did it on purpose.

The reason, of course, is that the recent appearance of Miss Fox has caused Miss Catwoman to feel a great sense of crisis, so she has to take some countermeasures.

But now is not the time to think about this. Their top priority now is to quickly get Funina to give up that absurd idea.

It would be better to eliminate this matter at the source. Richard thought of the strongest duel handler lady with broad breasts and fat buttocks.

Maybe... the other party is quite suitable for the position of Furninna's personal secretary?

He could tell that the duel handler was planning to have Funina interfere in the work of the Inquisition in order to see if she could find an opportunity to slack off, which was consistent with his imagination of an older single female office worker.

And Funina's personal secretary only needs to arrange her schedule and there is no additional work.

As for things like processing documents, that wasn't a problem. The civil service group at City Hall led by Richard could serve her.

There will be no worrying situations such as overtime, overwork, and sudden death. Moreover, as a personal secretary, it will be convenient for him to provide protection for Funina.

More importantly, if Clorinde became Fernina's personal secretary, she would have to help him oppose Fernina's latest policies.

After all, to implement that decree, not only do we have to find all the documents in the archives that were previously thrown into the trash, but we also have to read them again and then give our opinions on how to deal with them.

The amount of work is despairing just thinking about it.

Miss Clorinde, you don't want your future life to be filled with endless overtime, do you?

Volume 20: Chapter Do you plan to change jobs?

It was still in Richard's office, but the person staying with Richard was a different person.

"Secretary General Richard, are you looking for me?" Clorinde held the hat on her head in her arms, her dark blue hair falling to her waist.

"Ms. Clorinde, please take a seat." Richard extended his hand to signal the other party to sit opposite him and not to be restrained.

Clorinde showed no sign of being restrained. She hung her hat on a hanger beside her and sat down opposite Richard.

When he bent over to sit, the shirt on his chest was squeezed and bulged, and the fabric around the button seemed to have reached its limit.

Fortunately, Richard is a gentleman, and after taking a look at it, he stopped paying attention.

Anyway, it won’t break, so there’s no point in looking at it.

Clorinde obviously knew the quality of her clothes, so she was not worried at all. Instead, she was more concerned about what Richard wanted to say to her in a private meeting today.

To be honest, although Clorinde is Fernina's guard officer and Richard is Fernina's secretary general, the two can be considered colleagues in a sense, but the communication between them is limited to a few words.

Now the other party suddenly invited her to meet alone. Clorinde did not think this was just a simple meeting.

"I wonder how Ms. Clorinde's work is going lately?"

"Just call me Clorinde. I'm fine at work. Thanks to my reputation as the strongest duel agent, there aren't many places where I need to take action, except for some annoying reporters. And recently, Funina has only been active around the Momang Palace and the City Hall. These two places are very safe, and I don't need to be extra vigilant."

Clorinde explained that this cold-looking queen was not as unapproachable as she appeared.

At least that's what Richard thought, even though he was very angry when the other party stabbed him in the back before.

After thinking about it, Clorinde probably didn't do it on purpose, so Richard still didn't plan to forgive her.

Can it be forgiven if it wasn't intentional?

What's the point of having a tribunal in that case?

"I heard that you still have to help the court deal with those old cases. Can you handle it?" Richard asked with seeming concern.

Clorinde wanted to say that she was busy, but the words would not come out.

It's okay to fool others, but don't fool yourself.

Thinking of this, the mature and cold queen sighed softly, and her serious face finally had a different expression.

"I can definitely handle the busyness, but I have to squeeze in some rest time."

Commonly known as overtime.