The next day, Lucius stood at the intersection of Fourth and Fifth Avenues in St. Louis, looking at the simple complex of buildings in front of him. This complex occupies an area about the size of those ordinary university campuses in the previous life, the gate is wide, the fence is only one person high, and there are a few buildings in it, although they are not high, but the buildings are very long, and most of the buildings in the area are green trees and plants, and many buildings are crawling with dense creepers.

Lucius looked at the unobtrusive sign on the gate that read: "St. Louis District Health and Rehabilitation Center for the Elderly." ”

An old man was on duty in the duty room next to the door, the old man was thin, wearing very casual pajamas, and was reading the newspaper with reading glasses, Lucius stepped forward.

"Hello, is this the headquarters of the Wings of Truth?"

"That's right. The old man put down the newspaper in his hand and said slowly.

"But it says on it," Lucius gestured to the writing on the door.

"You're not from St. Louis. The old man asked rhetorically.

"Uh, yes, I've been living in the eastern suburbs. ”

"You young people, there are fewer and fewer people who know the Wings of Truth, this address name was set up hundreds of years ago when the emperor did not expand, in order to hide the identity of the Wings of Truth, the Wings of Truth was still an invisible organization back then, but many years ago, the Wings of Truth were no longer hidden in the shadows, and the thieves of the year did not tremble when they heard the name of the Wings of Truth. But the sign on the door is too lazy to change, who doesn't know the prestige of the Wings of Truth in St. Louis, you kid doesn't even know our address, oh yes, why am I talking to you, an outsider, what are you here for, I forgot to ask. ”

The old man's mind seemed to be a little confused, and he shook his head and said.

But Lucius didn't dare to despise it at all, this was the Wings of Truth, even such a dilapidated place, and the confused old man on duty in pajamas, it was not to be underestimated. If someone is the kind of awesome hermit master written in the novels of his previous life, he likes to sweep the floor and be a doorman, and he offends others, it will not be very good.

"My name is Lucius Hugo Mikalis," Lucius said, "I have received an order of appointment from the Empire, and I am here today to serve in the Wings of Truth. ”

Lucius took the letter of appointment from his bosom and handed it to the old man in his pajamas.

"Oh, someone mentioned this to me yesterday, but I just remembered that there have always been little guys like you reporting recently," the old man glanced at the letter of appointment through his reading glasses, "Yes, I became a senior deacon at such a young age, I think I was still studying when you were so old, but your uncle and I were late bloomers, and I was middle-aged."

"Uh," Lucius said with black lines on his head, "can you tell me where to report, it says it must be reported by 9 o'clock, and it's almost 9 o'clock now." ”

"Oh, you said to report, you're here to report, it's the first building to turn left when you enter the door, and you see it when you go in. ”

The old man in the pajamas didn't mind Lucius interrupting his memories at all, because he seemed to have forgotten.

"Okay, thank you. Lucius politely bid the strange old man farewell, and took from him the letter of appointment that he had forgotten to return to him.

Following the instructions of the old janitor, Lucius entered the three-story building covered with creepers, and found the reporting office, where he knocked softly on the door, which was 9 o'clock in the morning.

Lucius pushed the door open and entered, and the whole report room was simply decorated, the room was not large, a desk and a row of bookshelves were the only two large pieces of furniture.

A middle-aged man was sitting behind his desk flipping through papers, he was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his slightly white hair was meticulously combed, and his body was strong, and he could see that he should be a handsome man when he was young, and he stood up to meet him.

"You are Mr. Lucius Hugo Mikallis, I have seen your picture in the archives. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"Hello, I have been waiting here for a long time, my name is Lancelock Budaghar, and I am your guide. ”

He limped over to Lucius, his right leg mutilated and now supported by a wooden prosthetic leg.

"Introducer?"

"Yes, now that you have become a member of the Wings of Truth, I will tell you about some of the internal institutions. The Wings of Truth is divided into two organizations, 'Ming' and 'Dark', 'Ming' is mainly to deal with some traitors and criminals with strong combat effectiveness in the empire, and also has the obligation to cooperate with the Police Agency and the troops to arrest or clean up criminals; ”

"There are many members of the 'Ming', there are staff members with outstanding talents transferred from various other units, external staff, special operations personnel specially trained by the empire from childhood, and of course, there are also section team members who are directly transferred from the top, just like you, the top level of the empire attaches great importance to the development of higher-level officers, many officers wear multiple hats, and they will not have much time to come to the headquarters on weekdays, so each of the objects of this kind of development will be equipped with a 'usher', who is responsible for the transmission of information and the liaison of personnel. I am your 'introducer'. ”

Lancelot took the appointment order handed over by Lucius, and after confirming that it was correct, he continued: "Lucius, the two of us will cooperate for a long time in the future, and I hope the cooperation is pleasant. ”

"Of course, it's a pleasure to work with. ”

Lucius made a good impression of the middle-aged man, and he shook hands politely with his future partner. Lancelot then dragged his wooden leg to the back of his desk.

"Do you think that the Wings of Truth are not as grand as they imagined? ”

Lucius laughed, "That's not true, some old institutions are used to using old office space, and this kind of place makes a lot more sense than those new buildings." ”

"Yes," Lancelot agreed, "but Wings of Truth is not one of those organizations that does not know how to keep up with the times, and the headquarters has always been built up to date. ”

Lancelot said to Lucius, "Mr. Lucius, come behind this table." ”

Then he rotated the desktop magic crystal lamp on the desk, popping up a row of keyboards, and he tapped a few times quickly, and in the process, he did not shy away from Lucius, allowing him to see the keyboard password.

A circular area covering the entire desk rotated 180 degrees with a click, then slid smoothly downward.

"This is the gateway to the true Wings of Truth, which is only the office area for some of the outer members or the reception of the members, which were expanded three hundred years ago and moved underground, leaving the empty shell on the outside, and only the official personnel are qualified to know and have the right to enter. There are dozens of passages like this on the ground, all of which are driven by magic, most of them are in the headquarters of the ground, and some of them are scattered in various areas of the imperial capital, maybe any inconspicuous corner. ”