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Chapter 65 Implicated

"Let me tell you, the newly opened Yingguan is definitely this one."

A fat clerk with a fat face crossed his legs and showed a smile that every man knows to his colleagues next to him. He shook the fat on his face and gave a thumbs up with a smile.

"Yeah."

But the man wearing a monocle next to him just answered dryly, with no look of interest on his face. He just held a book in his hand and looked at it quietly, showing a smile to the fat man.

Some cold eyes.

But the obese male clerk didn't notice the disgust of his colleagues around him at all. He just raised his huge butt and moved the stool closer to him.

"What, you still don't believe me?"

As he spoke, he enthusiastically squeezed past. The smell of sweat on his body made the taciturn colleague tilt his body to one side, trying his best to stay away from him.

"Let me tell you, you should give up Miss Lilia as soon as possible. She is a druid, how can she look down on a little clerk like us."

The fat man sighed sadly, and such a heavy expression unexpectedly appeared humorous on his face.

The colleagues around me stared at him with dissatisfaction and opened their mouths to say something, but in the end they said nothing.

"Okay, okay, please deal with the people on your side first."

The colleague wearing glasses dismissed him with a very impatient voice. The fat man saw that the colleague beside him really didn't want to talk to him, so he sat back angrily.

Only then did he notice the gray-haired boy, who was not much taller than his desk. He looked up and down at him like he was looking at merchandise.

His short gray hair looked dirty, as if it was stained with dirt. He wore a short sword with a round handle on his waist. He did not wear chain mail under his outer robe, but only wore a layer of skin from an unknown animal.

Made of leather armor.

The robe worn by this gray-haired child is a style that was popular more than ten years ago. Even the son of the old Tam family in the town would not wear such outdated clothes.

Even she doesn't know how to wear them. Mary said that the era of floor-length robes has long passed, and now the fashion in Titan is trousers, shirts and windbreakers.

Judging from the fact that this child came from Falaro, he is probably the child of an Orion from some family. Looking at the color of his hair, you can tell that he is not a child from a wealthy family.

The fat clerk curled his lips and ignored him. He just picked up his cup and took a sip of water.

He really doesn’t want to apply for entry procedures and short-lived identity documents for such a child. He will be responsible if something happens, and the child is not sensible. He will cry and make noises even if he ink a little bit, even smashing things and shouting.

Gives people a headache.

But it won’t work if we speed up the process. People like them can’t speed up the process casually, otherwise they can quickly apply for identity documents anytime and anywhere. Those who are in a hurry to enter the country will definitely not ask them to help with activities.

.

This precedent cannot be set. Otherwise, those people would not come over with cute silver coins, but with annoying children. But there was no way, this child did follow the procedure. Still

Came over with a contract signed by the immigration office.

It’s true. These days, everyone is starting to imitate the young men and run away from home.

While muttering something like "What kind of kids are these?", he picked up the signed contract and the form next to it that had been filled in for a long time and the ink was dry.

Then, the fat clerk asked casually: "What's your name?"

"Dodo. Dodo. Nasquez."

Duoduo grinned shyly at the clerk in front of him: "Look, it says it."

"Ah, I know...where are you from?"

"I am from Suze. I am from the parish of Suzemoslik."

"Duoduo... what are these names? Why do they sound like nicknames? And what's wrong with your hair?"

Duoduo just smiled and did not answer.

The fat man curled his lips and looked through the two thin documents over and over again. He couldn't find any mistakes or omissions that would allow him to send the child back. It was as if the child had already gone through the immigration formalities of Kalal several times.

Same thing.

But who are you kidding me? How old is he?

The fat man would rather believe that someone filled it in for him. But this also proves that he is definitely not a rich man.

Otherwise, just treat yourself to a meal and give some gifts. You can help him complete all the procedures and send it to him. I feel sorry for the little money to run around outside in such a cold weather.

There is no oil or water.

Thinking of this, Fatty immediately lost his enthusiasm for work.

What’s the point of a job that doesn’t make money?

He held two thin documents in his hands and fanned himself. Suddenly, a strong smell of sweat wafted out.

"I'm going out for a while. Please help me look at things."

The colleague next to him finally couldn't help it, and after saying a word, he slammed the door and left.

"Okay! Remember to bring me some food when you come back!"

The fat man shouted loudly at the door with a smile on his face. After he finished speaking, his face immediately darkened.

He hummed contemptuously through his nose, "What kind of qualities do these people have?" and leaned back naturally. The back of the chair behind him suddenly screamed and deformed slightly. The fat man seemed to have been fed into a square shape.

Like a rabbit, he squeezed a pile of fat on his body into the small seat. As he shook his legs, the fat on his body surged in layers like waves.

"Let me tell you, this is not the first time you have come to Karar, right? Remember, when you come to Karar, you must act according to Karar's rules. You can't run around in the streets uncultured like you do. When you see the elders

Say hello and walk slowly. Carral is not a frivolous place."

The fat man lectured in the tone of an elder: "Look - in this winter, where can it be warmer than Kalar? There are many people who want to come to Kalar. If you don't obey, uncle will find someone to drive you back."

"

"What you are saying is," Duoduo responded in a shy and well-behaved tone, "I came here with my uncle before."

"What about this time? Where is your uncle? Why did you leave you here?"

The fat man frowned and complained with obvious dissatisfaction.

Duoduo replied calmly, "He got a long-term identity certificate from the immigration officer last time. He could have brought it in for me...but the Druid was too busy and didn't have time to pick me up this time."

"Oh? Your uncle knows Lord Druid... Then he is an incredible person."

Hearing that Duoduo knew a Druid, the fat man immediately sat upright in his chair in awe.

The fat man pretended to be casual and asked, "Then do you know the name of that Druid?"

"Kreka. His holy name is Deadwood... He is a black-robed druid."

Duoduo answered seriously, and then asked in a playful manner: "Do you know him? He is also from the Immigration Bureau."

When he heard the word "black robe", the fat man's whole body was so frightened that he stopped for a moment. Cold sweat flowed from the fat man's hairline, and his back was completely soaked with sweat.

"Ah...ah, yes. Of course I know him."

The fat man raised his voice: "Isn't he that... that adult who always wears black robes? We all know him."

After saying this, the fat man coughed twice and lowered his voice: "By the way, is that adult usually quite cold? He doesn't talk, right?"

"Ah? He's quite talkative, isn't he?"

Duoduo looked confused. The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised and then lowered.

The fat man looked like he was in a daze, and slammed his right hand on the table: "Oh, yes, yes! Look at my memory... I even remember this kind of thing wrong."

While talking nonchalantly, the sweat on his back became even more.

Then, without hesitation, the fat man took Duoduo's documents and placed them on his desk, spread them out and stuck them in the slots. Then he pressed a button, and a trace of light appeared out of thin air at the end of Duoduo's documents. He had just

I wanted to hand the document to Duoduo, but after thinking about it, I pressed the button on the table and saved a copy of Duoduo's information using the copied runes.

It's always good to get to know one more person.

Although he did not have the authority to copy the information of immigrants, he did not care about it. After Duoduo left, he could just print a copy of the document and put it away, and then delete it from the office's information database.

The only talkative person in this room is outside right now. This kid is not a clerk and can’t understand the difference between a button and a button. No one will know...

"...What are you afraid of! Wouldn't it be better if you made it clear! The most annoying thing is the whining!"

Just when Fatty was thinking this, Duoduo opened the door, and a crisp and cheerful female voice floated in from the door.

Oops! It's Miss Lilia!

The fat man's expression suddenly changed.

Passing by Duoduo, a girl with brown curly hair dragged the clerk with single-framed eyes and walked over angrily: "I said, Fatty, don't talk nonsense to my Arnold! He is not you.

This kind of... hmm? What is this? "

Halfway through her words, she happened to see the activated copy runes on the table, and looked at the fat man with an unkind expression. Then her right hand immediately flashed with a faint light green light, and she pressed her hand on the runes to read the information.

Suddenly the flesh on the fat man's face was almost squeezed together.

"Miss Lilia...you...you see, this is the information of a friend of mine. He is a friend of Mr. Kleika. I just help him save the transit information. The procedures will be much simpler in the future..."

"...Wait, you said, he is your friend?"

A cold and cold smile suddenly appeared on Lilia's face.

"Yes, yes..."

The fat man looked confused.

"Idiot...there is no Druid named Kreka named Deadwood!"

The girl smiled coldly, the sound was not loud but it was like a thunder strike. The fat man's legs weakened and he fell on the chair.

"Arnold! Catch this fat pig! Immediately notify the Blighters that a priest has entered the country -" (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net


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