The more they object, the more it means I did the right thing.

Chapter 107 Ansu’s unique ‘Restoration Warlock’

[For third-level positions, the assessment requirements for reply warlocks are as follows]

[Please immediately reply to the suggestions from the following six friendly citizens and eliminate their negative reviews within an hour]

[Fifty percent of the negative review elimination rate is considered qualified, and less than 50% is considered a failure. If it fails, the city government will use a live broadcast to hang the reply warlock to help citizens soothe their emotions and eliminate the bad reviews. Comment]

[Note: If the negative review elimination rate reaches 100%, you will receive a special commission]

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Luo Jia blinked her eyes. Now, she knew how difficult the test in the fourth-level border world was.

Even if a fourth-level priest comes, it will be difficult to pass.

At least half of the bad reviews must be eliminated, otherwise the reply warlock will be eliminated.

Third-level positions are the lowest positions. For the city government, they are just temporary workers. Hanging temporary workers can eliminate the dissatisfaction of the unruly people, which is a very cost-effective thing.

The city government’s biggest shortage is temporary workers.

She is not timid.

[Reason for negative review: On the way to the civil service examination.]
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the third.
These people are all near the city hall.

Love is invincible.

Luo Jia felt that what Ansu said made sense, so she also looked through the information.

She felt that she needed to learn from Ansu's happy-go-lucky spirit.

Luo Jia secretly thought.

The first one.

At least it's more interesting than being locked up in a monastery every day.

[Third-level goblin leader, Lucien]

"." Luo Jia was silent, her snow-white eyelashes trembling slightly.

Luo Jia thought for a while and felt that it was very difficult, but it seemed quite interesting?

Ansu said calmly, his blue eyes full of sincerity, "I believe that as long as we are full of patience and love, no matter how unruly the citizens are, they will be influenced by us."

[Reason for negative review: On the way to a civil service interview, his head was suddenly rotated by a group of orcs. Now he is asking the patrol to find his lost head, but he is told that his head is a 'low-quality hot pot skull that exceeds the emission standards'. After the urban management collected it, they sold it to a waste recycling station for recycling]

[Level 4 Volcano Demon, Kabusis]

"Take it easy,"

Can this bad review really be eliminated through love?
second.

This guy is not surprising at all.

There is no need to pay wages.

Luo Jia turned to look at Ansu and found that the latter was not panicked. He even had a smile on his lips and was carefully looking through the information of the six citizens.

Luojia even had the illusion that Ansu felt like returning home when he came to the Kingdom of Chaos.

We are not even of the same race as them, can we understand each other?
"It's fine."

The smile on the corner of Ansu's mouth was very bright. Perhaps he could see Luo Jia's concerns, and he explained confidently, "As recovery warlocks, what we can heal people's hearts is also a bridge of communication between various races."

"We must be able to understand each other."

Jingle Bell.

At this time, the sound of the magician's communication sounded, reverberating in the hall like a reminder. Because it was magic power as a connection, the magic power unique to the volcano demon vibrated, and the smell of gunpowder smoke echoed in the recovery warlock hall.

It was the volcano demon calling.

The surrounding reply warlocks all expressed sympathy for the two new arrivals. This fourth-level volcano demon originally came to take the exam for the second-level professional title of 'urban management', but he did not expect that his head would be confiscated by the urban management.

I definitely can't get my head back.

The money from the urban management sales has already gone into the pockets of the upper-level officials.

Therefore, the volcano demon was very angry and had given many bad reviews in a row. The troll intern who ran out just now was roared out by it.

He failed the assessment, and it was Ansu's turn.

Such a human child would definitely be crushed.

Ansu sat down with a smile on his face, his smile was so bright,
The warm sunshine filtered through the window lattice and gently fell on the big boy. His blue eyes were as clean as the stars, full of tenderness and sunshine.

It feels like a recovery warlock.

Luo Jia couldn't help but have hope.

Ansu picked up the magic phone, and soon, the roar of the volcano demon came from the other side,
It has no head, and when it cannot speak, it uses magic power instead of roaring. When it opens its mouth, it screams with magic power that makes people lose their souls.
"Roar!!"

"Give me my head back." Ansu frowned slightly. The magic roar of the fourth-level demon was indeed very lethal, but his body had been blessed by the Mother Goddess many times, so he could naturally withstand the roar.

He didn't say anything, blocked his ears, and waited patiently for the demon to roar.

Maybe he was tired of scolding and his magic power was slowly drying up, so the demon's voice gradually became quieter.

At this time, Ansu spoke.

He said gently and politely, "Citizen, I have heard your appeal. Please calm down a little and don't hurt your body. Please give me some time and I will reply to all your confusions."

Ansu's voice is gentle and has the power to heal people's hearts.

The restorative warlocks around him were somewhat impressed by Ansu. After being baptized by such a roar, he could actually maintain his sanity and not collapse.

It seems that the bad reviews can be eliminated.

The next step is just to apologize and play dead and change the subject.

"You tell me, I'll listen." After venting several times, the volcano demon was no longer so angry, and his tone softened slightly.

Ansu had a faint smile on his lips. Luojia, who was observing Ansu from the side, suddenly felt something was wrong.

The last time this guy sacrificed a secret cultist, he had the same smile on his face.

Ansu spoke, his thin lips opened slightly, and his mouth was as gentle as jade:
"I have found your head. I want to apologize to you on behalf of the city manager. Your head is not a 'low-quality hot pot skull'"

"Of course." The volcano demon said proudly.

Ansu has a warm and gentle tone of voice.

"Your head is more suitable for making a high-quality incinerator for your () () body."

The young man's gentle tone was clear and somewhat magnetic, like the drunken sunshine in the afternoon. It echoed warmly and melodiously in the reply hall, and then brought a deathly silence.

Dead silence.

All the replying warlocks suspected that they were hallucinating. Even the Volcano Demon on the other end of the phone was stunned and speechless. Only Luo Jia on the side slightly held his forehead, showing a helpless expression like "I knew you were going to do something." .

"What did you say?" Without a brain, the volcano demon couldn't think straight.

"I mean, your head is suitable for being your () incinerator, and it can be regarded as a filial piety for your relatives."

Ansu Caisi spoke quickly and clearly,
"I've never seen such a creative mind that the crematorium would rush to acquire."

"Of course, if you are not satisfied with the incinerator, you can also use it as your () () box, which will be kept warm and heated 24 hours a day, giving you the most comfortable experience of driftwood."

"You, you, he..." The volcano demon is about to start roaring with magic power again, but its magic power has been slightly exhausted. In addition, it has no head and slow thinking.

But Ansu has entered a fatal rhythm.

After experiencing a series of friendly and kind words from birds and flowers, the volcano demon was completely angered.

Demons are the most upright people.

After being insulted to this extent, the only way to vent his anger was to fight in person.

"Report the place name." said the volcano demon.

"On Purgatory Street opposite the City Hall." Ansu smiled and stimulated, "If you don't dare to come, you are just a coward. You can hide under the quilt and give me a bad review directly."

"No, it's my grandson." The devil said slowly.

"What's your name?"

"Green-skinned goblin."

Ansu looked at the list of negative reviews,

"Your father's name is Lucien, please attract more people. If Lucien doesn't come, I will be your grandson."

"You wait" Majin hung up the phone.

After finishing the work, Ansu showed a happy smile. Today is another healing day.

All the colleagues in the reply hall stared at Ansu as if they were looking at demons.

What's his idea?

What kind of operation is this?
"Okay, don't be stunned. It's time to take the next one."

Ansu patted the little saint on the shoulder, "Let's answer Mr. Goblin's question."

Love is invincible.

All of this comes from Ansu's love for his sons.

The little saint's face is covered with black lines,
The restoration warlock in my mind was completely destroyed.

(End of this chapter)