Our family is in decline

When the call ended, Amanda finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she regained contact with the organization, she was still under great psychological pressure.

Because the competition within the organization is very strong, her position is also being watched by many people. She is also afraid of losing the trust of the teacher because of this failed task, and thus being replaced by others.

The style of this kind of large organization is directly related to the leadership style to a large extent. It's okay if you encounter a better one, but if you encounter a bad one, it will be difficult to work under him.

Unfortunately, her teacher and leader is a perfectionist and suspicious person.

These two requirements do fit in with their department, because they undertake the most difficult tasks in the organization, similar to a special agent team, and must do their best.

Other departments can be more relaxed, but these are not choices that Amanda can make. She can only be chosen.

Now the mission goal has changed, and the content has also changed significantly. For this reason, she needs to find a way to contact the man to get more information about him.

Where is the best place to start?

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Lance didn't stop and wait for Amanda to come to the door, nor did he stay in his room to handle government affairs.

Instead, go out to Hamlet's people.

Disappearing for two days did not shake the people's respect for the lord, but his reappearance did inspire everyone, as if as long as the lord was there, all problems would be solved.

"...At that time, I only knew that I couldn't let those guys leave the house. I had to protect my teammates. When the gun was shot, I used the sword. When the sword was gone, I used my fists and teeth..." The soldier, who was almost covered with bandages, was lying on his back. Talking about the situation from the hospital bed.

That tragic and tragic scene was so simple in his mouth. He could not let the enemy hurt his teammates, let alone let them block the sending of information.

At the end of the story, the soldier cried excitedly to Lance.

"Sir, I didn't betray you, really..."

"I know!" Lance reached out and held his hand. "Soldier, you have proven your loyalty. I am proud of you."

After speaking, the certificate was handed over to him, and the ceremony that had been delayed due to injury was continued in Lance's hands.

After receiving the approval of the lord, his pent-up pressure was finally released, and he cried and held Lance's hand to swear the oath.

"Soldier Dean will always be loyal to you, my lord!"

"Okay, rest in peace and recover. My soldiers will not fall down so easily."

There were also some wounded soldiers around who saw this scene. Under certain circumstances, the fear disappeared in their hearts. They secretly swore in their hearts that they would risk their lives to get the opportunity to swear loyalty to the lord.

Lance's first stop was at the medical room of the military camp to visit the injured soldiers and hear about the situation on the battlefield from their mouths.

After all, the enemy is still a cultist who is not afraid of death. No one died this time, but many were injured. Lance needs to hear the specific details of the injuries from their mouths, and then listen to their opinions to find ways to improve and further reduce casualties.

This battle actually exposed several problems, that is, there is no effective means of long-distance information transmission.

The second is that the soldiers' equipment is still not strong enough for frontal confrontation, but their weaknesses will be exposed once they are divided.

At the same time, street fighting and fighting in buildings have not been studied, and the tactical development is still a bit rough.

These are all problems that need to be solved later. The army is the knife in his hand and must be taken seriously.

After leaving the military camp, Lance came to a construction site, and in front of him was a special building that had been mostly completed.

The external body is not wood and earth, but large square stones as the main structure.

Although there is only one layer, it is extremely delicate. The stone gaps are filled with oil mud, and the lime plaster pavement is painted white.

Lime is also one of the products of developing wilderness. A large number of trees have been cut down to burn charcoal. If there is enough fuel, it is not difficult to build an earthen kiln to burn quicklime.

"How long will it take for the bathhouse to be built?"

"The construction period will be completed in about five days. The remaining fine work will be completed and it can be used after the lime plaster is dry." The person in charge of the project, who had been waiting for a long time, answered immediately after hearing this.

"I can give you a construction period of up to ten days. This project is an important part of urban health construction, but we must ensure the quality and don't cause any problems just to rush the work."

"Lord, I guarantee with my life that nothing will go wrong."

"I don't need your life. Your life is used to do things, not wasted on such meaningless oaths. This is an evasion of responsibility."

"Yes, I promise to complete the mission!"

Lance looked at him in silence. The person in charge of the previous bathing project came in. He performed well and was promoted to be in charge of the project.

It's just that this guy didn't know whether he was overly excited or wanted to make some political achievements to climb up the ladder. He directly changed the planned construction period and led the engineering team to work all day long.

Good guy, your move directly caused other engineering teams to start to get involved. Lance just walked around and learned these things from the workers.

Logically speaking, this is a good thing for Lance. After all, it can advance the project faster. If it is completed one day earlier, it can save a lot of unnecessary expenses and move on to the next project.

But he comes from the bottom, so how could he not know how harmful this kind of behavior is to ordinary workers.

In the end, you leaders can take the credit and ask for credit from above, but what can ordinary workers get except listening to your slogans?

It can be done in the short term with the support of reasonable reasons, but it will definitely not work in the long term, because in the end it will be at the expense of the interests of ordinary workers.

What’s even more outrageous is that you open your mouth just for Hamlet and shut your mouth just for the sake of the lord. This slogan still uses him and Hamlet as support for the driven workers. In the end, where will the resentment of those workers accumulate?

In the end, you turned around and climbed up with political achievements. The enthusiasm of the workers was damaged, and I had to suffer the backlash for no reason.

But the problem is that I didn’t even ask you to do that!

If I take the blame for you, am I not a big grievance?

It can only be said that it is a good thing to be motivated, but we cannot allow the people below to consume the reputation that we have finally accumulated in order to get promoted and make money.

But it shouldn’t have reached this level yet. These people just want to do their part for Hamlet.

Lance didn't want to dampen their enthusiasm, so he softened his tone and offered words of comfort.

"I promoted you because I admire you very much, but we have to be down-to-earth and realistic when doing things, and the methods we come up with must be reasonable, and we can't make decisions on the fly." Lance raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "You know You are now the person in charge and need to be responsible for the engineering team, so there are more demands on you. If you are dissatisfied, you can speak out."

"No! No, thanks to the lord for cultivating me, I will definitely work hard."

The person in charge actually noticed something was wrong, and the lord's silent inspection just now made his heart lift into his throat.

But fortunately, he also understood that this was the lord's concern and attention to him.

"Okay, relax. If you encounter any problems in the project, just report them. I'm very optimistic about you."

"yes!"

Lance didn't stop, but continued walking.

There are some things that cannot be discovered, let alone solved, by sitting on a chair.

His figure appeared in the military camp, bringing victory awards to the soldiers.

His figure appeared in the infirmary, bringing loyal greetings to the wounded.

His figure appeared on the construction site, giving workers encouragement for their hard work.

His figure appears on the farmland, bringing the joy of harvest to farmers.

His figure appears in the workshop, bringing rewards to the craftsmen for their hard work.

He runs around the town of Hamlet, bringing everyone... hope!

And Lance also got a general understanding of himself after walking around for two days.

The situation was quite stable, everything was going on in an orderly manner, and the administrators under his command did not lie to him, otherwise the knife he had put down not long ago would have been brought up again.

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"Those cultists are so stupid!" Boudica raised his hand and drank it all in one gulp, then slammed the oak wine glass on the table.

"You didn't know that at that time..."

Boudica loudly announced his experiences along the way, how he eliminated the cultists like chopping melons and vegetables.

Of course, she was not in a tavern, but at home.

To be more precise, it was Greendale's house.

Greendale has an introverted personality. After coming to Hamlet, she did not take the initiative to make friends with anyone. She spent most of her time completing the tasks assigned by Lance, and her contacts were limited to official business.

When Boudica was in town, she would go to see Greendale, a fellow villager, every day when she had nothing to do, and she became familiar with her after going back and forth.

Although she and Greendale were not from the same tribe, they naturally mingled together as they were both mountain barbarians when they went out.

Greendale didn't mind, in fact, for her, Boudicca was indeed her only friend here.

However, she felt that Boudicca was mostly focused on the fruit wine he brewed, and their tribe was also particular about this.

This kind of fruit wine brewed with special materials and techniques is famous in the mountains for its effect on strengthening the body, and it is even famous outside.

After receiving the task given by Lance, she began to try several solutions, and this fruit wine was one of them.

But Boudicca found out about it, and he wanted to come here every day to ask for a drink. If he continued like this, he would be drunk before he could finish it.

"Look at what those things are doing, you might as well have a drink with me."

Boudicca couldn't read a single Chinese character, and he still had a strong accent after learning to speak English for so long. He even had a headache when reading books, and his brain was incapable of anything except fighting.

Greendale still had the information that Lance had given her just now.

She originally wanted to get a general understanding of the project before starting, but she didn't expect to see Boudica squatting at the door waiting for her as soon as she got home.

You don't need to think about it to know that she finished drinking in the tavern and was too drunk to go back.

"We agreed that we could only have one cup a day. It wouldn't be good if we drank too much and were discovered by the lord." Greendale also had a headache.

"That's what the pub said...you said that too...can't I even have a drink?"

The alcohol made her brain in a state of excitement. As Boudica spoke, she stood up excitedly and danced, "Why doesn't he let me...burp...drink?"

She likes to drink, but her drinking capacity is average, and her drink is even more barbaric. When she is drunk, she always wants to find someone to fight.

However, she didn't speak with a strong accent, which was also a very strange phenomenon.

Greendale was speechless when she saw her steps were a little unsteady.

This fellow of mine is good at everything, but he forgets who he is after drinking some wine. He likes to brag and exaggerate, and no one takes him seriously.

Because she had no control before, she got drunk and went crazy in the tavern, so the lord later limited her daily amount.

I can drink it, but only a little.

Her extra glass of fruit wine also passed the lord's approval, otherwise how could Greendale dare? After all, this was considered embezzlement of project materials.

But looking at her like this, she probably drank a lot.

"Stop shouting, the lord will be here soon."

"Come here." Boudica patted her chest, "You ask him to come over and fight with me to see who wins..."

"You're looking for me?"

The sudden sound made Boudicca, who was still drunk, tremble subconsciously. He froze as if he had encountered some natural enemy, and did not even dare to look back rashly.

The pores on his body seemed to be exhaling hot air constantly, and the sweat on his body also took away the smell of alcohol. At this time, the alcohol had mostly woken up.

After taking a few deep breaths and mentally building up, Boudicca finally made up his mind to turn around, just in time to see Lance walking in with a straight face.

"Boss... boss, why are you here?"

"I didn't want to come over, but someone told me that you beat up the bartender in a tavern because he didn't buy you more wine, and you took half a barrel of wine yourself."

"I didn't hit him, he just pushed me in front of me." Boudica wanted to defend, "And I gave the money and put it on the table."

Lance didn't say anything, just looked at her with a cold face.

But for a moment Boudica didn't dare to say anything more, but honestly bowed her head and admitted her mistake.

"Boss... I'm sorry..."

"Do you think I want to take care of you? If you just lie down on the ground when you are drunk, I will not bother to take care of you. You can drink as much as you like, but after you drink, you will go crazy and beat anyone you catch.

Do you know what your current status is? Do you still think you are a slave? You are my protector, you represent my face.

Do you remember that after the last time I beat someone, I had to go to each family in person to greet them and obtain their forgiveness, and I also had to be responsible for treating them and compensating them for their losses.

Do you think that is a human being? That's a slap in the face! I'm so fucking embarrassed by you.

If you don't want anyone to care about you, just get out of here and I won't have to worry about your nonsense every day. "

Lance has never had a good temper, but he knows the difference between severity and never gets angry randomly.

But Boudica's incredible cleverness really left him at a loss what to say.

"Boss, I was wrong. I accepted the beatings, scoldings and punishments. Don't be angry..." When Boudicca heard this, she knew that the boss was really angry. He was no longer as submissive as before.

She actually knew very well that the boss was very kind to her, but she was expelled from the tribe. Her only acquaintance was in Hamlet, and she really had no place to go except here.