That afternoon, Shireen had been waiting for the expected instructions, feeling as uneasy as a prisoner waiting for sentencing. But until the last insurance policy was sent to the front desk, she did not find any documents related to Thomas End.

She realized that she had guessed in the wrong direction, but she couldn't think of any other reasonable explanation. If it wasn't an insurance policy, what should it be? What other value does Shireen have to Thomas End? Could it be someone in the middle?

There was a problem in this link, and the insurance policy was accidentally sent to other auditors?

But this doesn't make sense... He looks so confident, as if he has everything under control. She can't imagine that the man who scared her into nightmares would make a mistake on such a small thing.

Questions kept piling up in her mind, but she could never get the answer. When she was about to get off work, Clarks suddenly appeared and called Shireen out of the office with a wave of her hand.

His glasses were foggy and he looked a little haggard. "How's it going? Is everything going well?" her team leader said straight to the point.

Shirin subconsciously looked around. Most people in the company were getting ready to get off work, and at least on the surface, no one cared about their conversation. "Do you know everything?" she asked cautiously.

"I know the new Protector will arrive next week." Clarks shrugged, "And he doesn't speak Seren very well, huh?"

She sighed, "They want me to be his translator... I don't know if I'm qualified."

"It was Calanzo Devon who came to talk to you, right?"

Shireen nodded.

"If he thinks you can do it, then you probably can." Clarks said thoughtfully, "Devin is very good at recognizing people, and it is this insight that makes him a senior evaluator. At least in

In major decisions, his choices have been proven right every time."

"I... really don't know what to say. I'm just an ordinary auditor. Anyone in the company is more qualified than me..." Her voice became smaller and smaller.

"Then look at this from another angle," he grinned. "At least you don't need to worry about citizenship tax. The commissioner of the tax department left the company building a few minutes ago, still carrying your citizenship tax for the second half of the year in his bag.

Taxes and as far as I know, the money was not advanced out of your paycheck."

If she had known about this arrangement, why would she have worried about picking up money from dead people in the first place? Not only did the money go completely useless, but she also became a pawn in Thomas Ende's hands.

Shirin almost laughed when she thought about how ironic the situation was. "Then will I be transferred from the review team?" She bit her lip.

"Maybe, I don't know. Before the matter is finalized, there should be another test. As long as you pass the test, the job of translator will belong to you. This is indeed a promising job, but protecting the country

Sage? Ha, what the hell! I don't envy you at all, Miss Marron."

"No one likes to deal with wizards." Shireen suddenly remembered what Emma said at noon.

Before this, she had always thought that magic was far away from her life. Although her daily job was to deal with magical disasters, after all, it was just the name of a type of disaster and did not mean real magic.

Being a translator for the Protector and his witch deputy is completely different from the ordinary work of reviewing documents in the office. How could Shireen dance in Thomas End's hand while serving those arrogant wizards?

"It's better to like it quickly, after all, you are going to work for the wizards soon." Clarks took off his glasses and wiped them, "Also, tomorrow is a day off, so you don't need to work overtime today."

She was stunned for a moment, and then realized that she no longer needed a performance bonus. She worked hard day and night for two weeks, but unexpectedly, she finally solved the problem in this way. She really couldn't accept it for a while. "

But I still have some insurance policies..."

Clarks raised a hand and interrupted her, "There are no insurance policies that must be dealt with on Saturday night. Go home, Miss Marron, and I will reschedule those tasks next week."

So she left.

Seven Oaks Street was full of people taking a shortcut to the bus stop. They all looked tired, but at least they were in the mood to chat and laugh with their fellow travelers. In the glow of dusk, everyone who was leaving was pulled away.

A long shadow was cast.

Shireen looked at the shadows blankly.

She was still a little unbelievable. Who would have expected that just two days ago, citizen tax would be the biggest trouble in her miserable life. At that time, she had not met Thomas Ende, and her life was only full of hardships, but at least she still had a clear view.

retreat.

And now she has eight silver coins in her pocket, and will soon get an enviable new job. But she would rather she still worry about citizen taxes, at least she doesn't have to work with the elf tuner and slay the dragon.

dealing with wizards.

Shireen sighed, and then took a step forward. However, before taking two steps, a tall figure stopped in front of her... Ha, of course.

The dead leaves have been waiting for her.

"Follow me, Marron." She controlled her tone and turned it into a full manly accent, and it was quite charming. Just like when she first appeared last night, the female elf was still wearing the thick

The windbreaker. Only now did Shireen realize that this dress was meant to cover up her slim female figure.

"I didn't receive any instructions." Shireen said in a low voice.

"Don't talk here, follow me." Gu Ye led the way without looking back. Her long legs were not made in disguise, her steps were incredibly long. Shirin held up the hem of her skirt and trotted all the way.

It was hard to keep up with her.

"Uh, where are we going?"

"Go to the place you went to yesterday. Someone is watching us. Say hello to them."

Shirin hurriedly waved to the girls in the front desk team not far away, and they waved back, and some of them smiled knowingly.

"Marron, is this your boyfriend?" a girl asked loudly.

"What?" Shireen just said one word, and then her voice was picked up by dead leaves.

"Nice to meet you, ladies." The female elf in men's clothing said with a charming male voice, "I would like to chat with you more, but Hill and I are almost late for our dinner date. The restaurant manager said that if we are late,

Once you reserve a seat, he will give it to someone else."

Hill? She just called me Hill. Shirin was about to deny it with her expression, but Dead Leaf pulled her into his arms. "We don't want to be late, right?" The female elf smiled at her.

The strength of her wrist was so strong that it was almost incredible. Shirin knew that resisting would do no good to her, so she could only nod her head obediently and perform according to the other party's wishes for others to see.

After separating from the girls in the front desk team, Ku Ye let go of her hand. Shirin rubbed her wrist in shock and anger, wanting to protest but unable to make a sound. She could only glare at the tall female elf.

"Hey, are you angry?" Dead Leaf asked curiously.

Shireen cleared her throat and found that the voice had returned. "I hate being played around like a toy," she said.

"I'm so sorry." The female elf shrugged under her thick windbreaker, "But after seeing your behavior at the dock yesterday, it's right to be careful. Who knows if you will suddenly mess with me?"

"You just stuffed a note into my pocket this morning, threatening to deal with my roommate." Shirin said sourly, "What else can I do now besides being obedient?"

Dead Leaf raised his eyebrows, "At least you dare to glare at me and spit out two aggressive complaints, right?"

"I" Shirin was speechless for a moment.

"Okay, this is what we like about you." The female elf patted her back with her slender arms and urged her to continue on her way, "And I think this is probably a good thing. In your eyes, I am not like Ende.

Sir is so scary, isn't he?"

Shireen nodded hesitantly.

Dead Leaf looked quite proud, "I sincerely want to recruit you, Marlon. Most humans at your age are not very smart. Occasionally there are a few smart ones, but most of them have been oppressed by the miserable life.

You're just a bastard who just complains all day long."

"Recently, I feel more and more that I seem to be only one step away from what you call a 'bastard who complains all the time.'" Shireen said gloomily.

"Sometimes, just one step makes a world of difference. You have great potential, and Mr. End agrees with me about you. So don't waste your talents on fear and random thoughts, eh?"

They walked two blocks, carefully avoiding the carriages on the road. Soon, the arch of Crescent Street appeared at the corner of the intersection, and Shirin saw the signboard that read "Skilled Hands and Art" hanging on the street from a distance.

On a wooden pole sticking out of the second-floor window of the craft store.

There were no customers in the store, just like when she came here as a "customer" yesterday. Thomas Ende was also missing. His only clerk was talking in a low voice to a man dressed as a lawyer. Seeing Dead Leaf and Shireen walking into the door, the clerk glanced

He glanced at the corridor leading to the underground warehouse, and then continued to whisper with the lawyer.

The last time Shireen came here, she was in a hurry and too scared, so she didn't have time to observe the appearance of the store. It looked more like an attic full of old goods than she imagined, but it was less dusty and "old".

The goods are all displayed in beautiful glass showcases.

She took a cursory glance and quickly decided that she was not interested in these "handicrafts".

Dull and dull jewelery stones, huge shells carved with unknown patterns, weird totems made of leather and animal bones, shapeless clay wine glasses... I really don't know who would be interested in such things, at least.

Definitely not her.

Dead Leaf pushed her gently, and Shirin had no choice but to move on. They passed through the deserted hall, entered the dark corridor, and finally returned to the basement where she woke up from the coma last night.

Thomas Ende was not there waiting for her. There was no doubt that the man would rather have others wait for him than wait for others.

The lights in the basement were still dim, and the atmosphere was so depressing that she felt a little uncomfortable. Shirin wanted to find a chair to sit down, but soon remembered her experience of being tied to the chair last night, and shuddered involuntarily. Forget it,

Just stand.

Dead Leaf took out a bunch of blood grapes from nowhere and ate them by himself.

Shireen looked at her curiously.

"What are you looking at? I won't share blood grapes with others." The female elf said as she spat the grape seeds into the handkerchief she held in her left hand.

"Well, I didn't want to steal your grapes. I just wanted to know, where is Thomas Ende?"

"He won't come today, we have other people to meet."

"Others?"

"She is also a member of the team." The female elf smiled maliciously, "You will definitely like her, she is so charming."

Shireen frowned, "Excuse me, most humans at my age are not very smart. So what is going on? Mr. Ende said yesterday that he would give me instructions today. But I waited at the company for a while

All day long, I received nothing."

"The instruction has been issued, aren't you still worried about it?"
To be continued...