What time is it?

Retouche Blade looked up from the tall books and piles of paperwork and letterhead, looking out the window.

It should be before dawn, the moon has set, and the early autumn sky is dark blue, and it seems to be foggy outside. He wanted to stand up and look at the lake. The most important entrance ceremony of the year was approaching, and the energetic freshmen and impassioned speeches should be set off by the sunny weather, and he did not want tomorrow to be a wet, foggy and cloudy day.

But he suddenly changed his mind and lowered his head and continued to work on the papers.

The weather in Kamilu shouldn't be my concern, I should focus on what I can do. There are about half an hour before dawn and about two hours before the entrance ceremony, and at least twenty letters can be processed.

He woke up in the middle of the night last night, and about three hours of sleep was enough. From sitting down to work on the papers, to the moment he rested just now, he stayed up all night. Only work can keep him refreshed and clear-headed. He focused his attention again on the letter in front of him.

The head of the temple in Siyuan Castle complained that the temple buildings were dilapidated, and the psionics who were inspired to join the temple were even forced to live in a firewood house with leaky wind. Xiu Ran turned over the letter paper and went to the end of the payment to find the name of the head of the temple - Wenqiong Qingbo. He didn't remember that there was such a student in the Golden Crow Academy, and it seemed that he had been recommended by the local people. Judging by his surname, his family is probably engaged in pearl or seafood fishing.

How can a person in business be so brainless? Were the psionics all beggars before entering the temple, and they were summoned to the temple empty-handed and with only one mouth?

Xiu Ran drew a cross with a red pen on his name while secretly reminding himself that this person was going to be replaced. Siyuan City sits on the edge of the Strait of Death, and its location so close to the Eternal Forest requires that someone with a good business and a nimble mind should be the head of the temple.

The head of the Lingshen Island Wagtail City Temple sent a letter asking why the number of recommended students allocated to him in Jinwuyuan had decreased compared to last year. At the same time, he also pointed out that the population of Silver Lion City is only two-thirds that of Wagtail City, and it has received three more referrals than him.

The head of the temple looked through his folder for the information of the two temple heads—the head of the temple of Wagtail Castle had been in charge of the local temple for three generations, and in the hands of the new temple leader, the temple had doubled in size. For the past two years, he has refused to pay military assessments to Shield City under the pretext of financial constraints for the expansion of the monastery. The head of the temple in Silver Lion City is a student who graduated from the Golden Crow Academy eight years ago, and his letters are always logical and compact, which is many times stronger than the head of the Temple of Wagtail City. He also had the impression that his last routine letter was a report on the early completion of the delivery of military supplies to Shield City.

Xiu Ran quickly sent a letter to the Wagtail City Temple, informing him that last year, two new schools were added to the Wagtail City, and the school allocated the admission quota of the Golden Crow Temple, which was no way, and he would try his best to help the city in the city in the next year's allocation table. In addition, Xiuran reminded him in the letter that Advent was approaching and that he should beware of the mob organization "Homocolor Regiment" near Wagtail City taking the opportunity to cause trouble. In the unlikely event that the property in the temple needs to be guarded during the festival, it is recommended that the temple leader apply to the military commander of Reijin Island, Feiyu Shizhu, to transfer troops to guard it. Shuran had already given enough hints in the letter, and he hoped that the head of the temple would realize his mistake and not be blinded by greed. Otherwise, the price he paid would be far greater than the military expenses apportioned to him, and his punishment would not be as simple as reducing the number of recommended places.

The letter was folded, placed in an envelope, sealed with fire paint, and stamped with his own seal, the crown of the tree and the golden black bird. Categorize the correspondence into the "Processed, Expedited" section.

There was a regular knock on the door, which was evident in the silence of Li, and before it could be answered, the door was pushed open. Xiu Ran didn't even need to lift his head, he could guess who was the person who dared to break through the door directly at this point in time.