Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 26 Public Security Department

It didn't take long for Lyle to say goodbye, and it was still late at night outside, which meant that there were still four hours of sleep before his sheriff's job began.

Before going to sleep, I hid the spiritual teaching materials that Mr. Giant Dragon brought in the cabinet, and reviewed the mantra for the resurrection of the dead several times. Maybe I could find some five-petal night eggplants, and I could complete the ritual independently. stick.

Writing the to-do list on a memo in his head, Lyle fell asleep.

……

Honestly, waking up to Ralph's zombie face as soon as you open the door is a pretty bad life experience.

"The sheriff's time is precious. (Don't oversleep in the future.)"

"Okay." Although I think that this situation will happen from time to time in the future.

"Although working hard at night is a good thing... (But you should also pay attention to rest.)"

It seemed that Ralph thought he was staying up late to study, thanks to the diligent attitude he had built up over time.

"We're running out of time, we're leaving," Ralph said.

Lyle quickly changed into his scholar's attire, didn't say much, and left home after Ralph.

On the way, Ralph gave him slices of bread and his kettle.

"The sheriff's job is not easy, you have to at least learn to take care of yourself."

"Do I need to see the sheriff's boss today?" Lyle took a sip of water and swallowed the slice of bread, barely half full.

"Sir Leo doesn't have the spare time to see you, a rookie. Let's meet Mr. Garrett, get your overalls, and get familiar with your work area. After that, in addition to the daily duty arrangements, you and I will go on missions together. And your forensic work, so, with the officers on duty, you at least know them."

"Listen to what you said, there are other parts that I don't need to know."

"You don't have to know each other, but you have to maintain respect."

"Sir Leo is a nobleman. He is responsible for the normal operation and wealth expenditure of the police department. Mr. Wilt is the receptionist of the police department and is responsible for listening to the citizens' requests for help. Mr. Garrett is my boss and is responsible for our work."

"This seems to be three forces?"

"The aristocratic management represented by Sir Leo, the warm-hearted faction of the church represented by Wilt, Wilt's uncle is a monk of Xiguang, and Garrett represents us, a practical man supported by the Merchant Union."

Good guy, a little society.

The separation of powers between the nobility, the church and the emerging bourgeoisie.

"Then do I need to secretly show my loyalty or something, join the partisan fight, and help us complete the reunification of the security district."

Leo rolled his dead fish's eyes, "Hold on, don't make a fool of me, the nobles and the people above, don't try to meddle, honestly do your part, no matter how they fix it, We all need capable people.”

Ralph seems to be very smart, probably because of the social barriers that give him a lot of time to consider his own situation, he chose the most sensible way, but wisdom is not necessarily right, and staying neutral means both sides are unhappy.

"Uncle, you're not really likeable on Garrett's side, aren't you?"

"...this is work, not a social gathering."

Another dead brain.

If it wasn't for Andrea's letter telling me that you are satisfied with the present, who would have believed that the person caught in the gap was happy.

.........

The police department during the day is much more imposing than what you saw that night. You can see the striking emblem hanging on the front, and the number of people seems to be larger. At the front desk, Mr. Jordan is responding to the citizens who ask for help.

Mostly well-dressed businessmen who ask the police to deal with their property disputes or the ownership of their slaves, they'll call on some well-dressed gentlemen of good eloquence to fight for them, and these brightly colored cocks are here clucking and putting The front hall was turned into a vegetable market.

Passing through the front hall, the door suddenly blocked the noise. Several gentlemen in formal attire sat on their chairs, while holding tea and chatting, they glanced at the two who entered, and then continued their conversation. The top hats in the distance, maybe Lyle will think they are coming to the party.

"Take back your attention, these gentlemen, maybe they will take over Sir Leo's class soon and become your immediate boss, at least you have to show seriousness."

The second generation of aristocratic officials.

After passing through the reception room, Lyle came to the office area last night. More than a dozen people were sitting in their seats. On the leading large desk, a burly figure was correcting official documents.

The delicate lining made his body even bigger, the curly wig on his head looked very small, the single-sided glasses were embedded in the eye sockets, and the uniform was hung on a hanger not far away.

If Columbus had discovered the New World ahead of time and tobacco had become popular, Lyle thought he would be well suited for a cigar.

With such a domineering style, it is Mr. Garrett Wall.

Ralph stepped forward. "Sir, this is our newcomer, Lerbuller, and he's here to report."

"Okay." Garrett didn't say more.

"Hello, Mr. Garrett, I'm the new Lylbler."

"You're welcome, Buller. If you could be smarter than your asshole uncle and keep me from spending time every day coordinating with his colleagues, I'd like to thank God."

"You know, Ralph's anonymous complaint letters can reach me [-] in January. God, if his work ability is really excellent, I really want to make up a new method to hang this bastard."

Mr. Garrett stopped what he was doing, patted the large stack of letters lying in the bottom drawer with his hand, and poked Ralph with the other finger.

Ralph looked stiff.

When Mr. Garrett is not talking, he is like a social elite. When he talks, he looks like a gang boss, but it is not difficult to see that he and Ralph have a good relationship. Everyone likes talented subordinates, especially that one. It's basically impossible to mutiny.

Garrett in Lyle's heart was a lot more cordial.

"I'll do my job, sir."

"Yeah, looks a lot better than your uncle, go get your clothes and dress yourself up and start your career, Buller, your work is important to us, come on, young man. "

"Thank you."

Looking at Lyle, Garrett nodded again, "Who is it, you can go out with little Buhler." Without waiting for the text, Garrett started his work again. He stopped for a short time just now. This is simply unbearable.

Ralph raised the top hat on his head, put it back on it, and after making this courtesy, the two left the office area.

It's not that there are no other colleagues, it's just that with Ralph's entry, they all chose to remain silent.

Ralph's dislike may also be appreciated by Garrett, and apparently none of the parties care much about it.

Ralph found an old sheriff's uniform from the basement. There was no mistake. It was in Lyle's laboratory for autopsy. It also served as a warehouse. "The hat will be ordered for you. Your work has officially begun."

"Ah."

"Okay, get used to it, in two days you have to travel far away, there is an attendance mission, in the small town of Lavren on the border of the Zwei Kingdom, you will use your forensic work, because Cassandel is the closest, so we The Sheriff is called upon to handle the situation, and you will act with our most seasoned and experienced Criminal Investigation Sheriff."

"Who is this guy?"

"I'm not talented, I'm just here."

"..."

(End of this chapter)