Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 343: Are you still busy after the war?
In the office of the Chief Judge, after sending off the last group of people who came to report, Fei Er stretched with all his strength, and then his whole spirit was deflated. He slumped behind his desk like a lazy wild cat taking a nap, basking in the golden sunlight pouring in from the porthole. The warm feeling was very comfortable and he didn't want to move at all.

The crusade against the conceptual gods seemed fierce, but in fact it only took a moment. Apart from the slight setbacks with the Earth Mother Titan, both the conceptual gods - Great Yuanrang and the spring spirit god - Great Difu were easily defeated with a single shot of the Judgment Cannon. However, how to deal with the subsequent impact of the incident was the most troublesome thing.

The Nimschell Parish Council responded to the disaster in a timely manner and did not give the Conceived God an opportunity to take advantage of it. However, due to the evil deeds of the remnants of the Holy Spring Monks, the timing of launching the "anti-refining protection stance" was a little late, and they failed to successfully resist the first wave of refining storms, resulting in at least tens of thousands of people in the radiation range of the Holy Stone being refined to varying degrees. If these people are not handled properly, they are likely to become the fuse of the next disaster - after all, after being refined, they have become fanatical believers of the Spring Spiritual Di Fu, and they may do anything for their gods, so they have to be strictly guarded.

In addition, there is the guidance and management of public opinion, the elimination of the remnants of the Holy Spring Monks in the city, funds for the reconstruction of urban infrastructure, and even compensation for the small towns that were violently demolished when the Feiyemente crossed the dangerous zone... Although Fei'er does not need to handle all matters, big and small, her opinions must be heard in the final decision-making. Only with the approval of the Grand Judge and the seal of the signature can it be issued and implemented as a formal document.

These cumbersome procedures and formalities once made her complain bitterly, and she secretly made up her mind that when the next supreme meeting was held, she must propose to simplify the office process. Otherwise, sooner or later, she would be exhausted to death by these complicated official duties.

Or hire an extra ship officer to handle these chores for you.

Forget it. Melquiades will surely say something sarcastic again, and maybe even tell tales to the eldest sister. He is just like that, rigid, serious, and meticulous. It is totally unimaginable that he was once a shy boy with idealism, who would shyly hide behind the teacher if others looked at him for a few more times.

Fei'er recalled the scene when she first saw him beside Sister Fei, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She remembered that Melquiades was not called this name at that time, nor was he called Aleister Crowley. He had not yet stepped onto the stage of history and was not yet qualified to inherit the names of those glorious philosophers, so he still used his original identity. She remembered that his name should be... Richter?

"Dong dong."

Suddenly, there was a very regular knock on the door. The force and interval of each knock seemed to be carved on the same tone, so that it was impossible to tell how many knocks there were. Then, a cold and steady voice came through the door: "Master Fei Er, can I come in?"

Melquiades was too lazy to talk nonsense with her. He knew that although his superior appeared unreliable, he was still reliable in most cases, so he gave a few reminders and skipped the topic. However, as an adjutant, he still gave his own suggestions, reaching out to take the top document and placing it in front of Fei Er: "Other things can be postponed, but I suggest you read this document carefully. It may provide some reference for our work direction this year."

“Well, how could I do such a thing, Melquíades? You don’t trust me at all.”

Just by looking at her flickering eyes, you can tell that she will definitely do such a thing.

"As far as I know, apart from the magical fairy magic, there is no other magic in this world that can read the human mind."

"Ah, Melquiades, you came just in time." Fei Er chuckled: "I just thought of you and you came over. Do you have some kind of mind-reading magic?"

Melquiades walked into the office with a pile of documents in his arms and replied slowly. He glanced at Fei'er, who was slumped behind his desk without the dignity of a chief judge. He did not show any surprise, but was used to it. He put the documents in his arms on the table. The low muffled sound when the papers fell made Fei'er's heart tremble. He frowned and said, "Why are there so many documents? You don't mean to say that I need to deal with all of them personally, do you?"

"no doubt."

Melquiades said, "Last quarter's financial budget, casualties and damage to magic devices in this incident, disaster assessment and related reports, new quarter's funding application, and multiple reports that need to be submitted to the Supreme Council, the Inspection and Auditing Agency, and the Structural Management Agency, including the analysis of the fusion and separation phenomena between the conceptual gods, the abnormal reactions of magic activities, and the magic dead zone phenomenon reported by Lang Ning... These documents need your approval and signature before we can send them back to the association headquarters. Perhaps during the mid-year performance review, the leader will discuss them as an important topic, so please take them seriously and don't just glance at them and fool around."

"Oh?"

Fei Er took it and looked at it. The title of the document was "Summary of the 1856th Witch Conference (Confidential)", and the date was January 1, 3. At that time, the Fei Ye Men Te was still on the way to Nimsher City, so Fei Er missed the meeting. She only knew that the meeting was convened by Sister Carabosse, but she knew nothing about the content.

After a quick look, she quickly grasped the key words: "The seal has been broken? In other words, the seven saints of the Goddess of Creation in the past are returning - or have they already returned to this world?"

“That’s right.” Melquiades nodded slightly. “It is not known how many saints have escaped the seal, but at least one has regained his power. This is certain.” “It’s a bit fast.”

Fei Er unconsciously straightened her back and sat back in her chair, thinking, "Even though they lost so many 'anchors', they were able to recover their strength so quickly. Could it be that in addition to the Assyrian Paradise of Love, the Goddess of Creation has other holy places that we haven't discovered yet, which are continuously providing them with 'anchor' support? If it's in the East Continent, it's not a big deal. But if it's in the West Continent... it's very interesting."

"I also think so."

Melquiades was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "I heard about what Lang Ning reported to you. It is said that you have assigned a task to an arbitration team to investigate the Holy Goddess Cult in Linville City?"

"Well, what? Do you think there is a connection between them?" Fei Er shook her head slightly. "At present, there are indeed many similarities, not only in name, but also in that kind of magical power. According to Lang Ning's personal experience, it is very similar to the power of kingship. Unfortunately, he was pulled into a strange field at that time, and the data collected by the magic instrument all became garbled and difficult to verify. Therefore, we still lack decisive evidence to prove whether the magician named Ling Ge and the Holy Goddess Church he once belonged to are in a succession relationship with the former Creation Goddess Church. On this issue, I think it is better to be cautious and it will not be too late to make a judgment after the results of the investigation come out."

Melquíades had no problem with that: “It was a deliberate choice.”

"hey-hey."

Fei Er laughed triumphantly, then threw the documents in his hand, leaned back in his chair leisurely, and said casually: "Another interesting point about this matter is that Lang Ning personally admitted that when he first met Mr. Ling, the other party was just an ordinary person. He had many similarities with the association in terms of personality and ideas, so he had the idea of ​​recommending him to join the association. But the review ultimately failed, and the matter was left unresolved. He regretted it for a while. Unexpectedly, when we met again a few months later, he turned out to be a magician and even had the power to help us destroy the Titans... This huge turn of events is really curious."

"So that's why you asked the arbitration team to investigate him?"

"of course."

"This should be the responsibility of the local night watchman."

"It doesn't matter. Big sister won't blame me."

She suddenly remembered something and clapped her hands. "Ah, now that you mentioned it, it reminds me that this is indeed my fault! How could I let the Arbitrator of the Scale of Order take the work of the Night Watchman? Quick, quick, bring me my paper and pen. I want to use this incident as an excuse to apologize to my elder sister, and by the way--"

"By the way?"

"I can also play the victim and act like a spoiled brat to try to get funding for the new quarter."

"..."

"What's with that expression on your face? Do you still want to continue living a life of frugality and penny-pinching? To tell you the truth, if we don't have a sufficient budget this quarter, more than one-third of our magic devices will be idle, not to mention replacing them with new models! If Asherila, Durahar, and Langning come after you, I won't stand up for you!"

Why are you looking for trouble with me? Why don't you think about where we get so many magic devices? Moreover, these magic devices have only been installed for less than two or three years and need to be replaced with new models. Are you sure that such a wasteful behavior will not attract the scolding of Lord Caraboss or even the leader?
Melquíades sighed deeply, his tone full of fatigue: "I will get you a pen and paper."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)