Trembling slightly, the warrior entered the lair and was warmly received by the goblins.

The Interior Bureau has a front desk, and the reception staff at the front desk are wearing dark green uniforms that look a little dirty for some reason. They stood behind the dark wooden front desk, which looked like they were very old, even covered with a layer of pulp, with an undisguised look of fatigue and impatience on their faces.

"What for?" The middle-aged woman, who was a little younger, saw Dusand and asked, "What about your family?" ”

Dusunder coughed, then pulled out a bulging pile of stuff from the pocket of his coat. He picked it up, and then pulled out his badge as the chief private secretary of the registered candidate for membership.

"Ma'am, I am Councilor Androni's Chief Private Secretary...... Alternate. Dussander thought about it, but still said the whole sentence, "I have come this time to collect all the relevant data of the internal affairs bureau on the instructions of Councillor Androni. Please have the head of the statistics department of your department come and see me. ”

Androni didn't give any instructions to Dussander at all, and Morse just asked Dussander to come first to "say hello".

But Dussaint didn't think so. He thought about it and felt that in order for his mother's legislation to have a slight possibility of implementation, he first had to find out how much money he had in the internal affairs situation.

There was no compulsory education in the empire, and naturally there was no education ministry. The empire did not have a systematic medical system, so naturally there was no Ministry of Health. As for the business related to Androni's legislation, there is and only the Interior Bureau of the entire Imperial Executive Branch.

Therefore, you must first find out how much money you have, and then you can know how difficult this task is.

Dussand's personal estimation that the difficulty of implementing the content of his mother's legislation should be at least a hell of a difficult start.

"The private secretary of the councillor?" The front desk lady who looked like a high-ranking goblin glanced lazily at the coat of arms that Dusson had taken out, and then waved her hand, "No entry without an appointment." ”

"I am the son of Baron Duchamp, Lord Dussand." Dussander pulled out his family crest from the bulging pile, "The newly elected Councillor Androni is my mother, please let the deputy commissioner come and see me immediately." ”

"Can I make an appointment for you now, and you can come back again in three days?" The senior goblin's attitude changed abruptly after confirming that the little boy was indeed holding the noble coat of arms in his hand, and she asked the other goblin to pour the water, while she rushed to Dussand's side with the heavy red registration book.

"Just sign here." The advanced goblin pointed to the blank line in the register and said, "We'll schedule it right away." ”

Dussander glanced at the register and realized that the reservation information left above the section where he needed to sign turned out to be from seven years ago.

After repeatedly confirming with the senior goblin that he still needed to make an appointment "three days in advance" before he could see the deputy minister, Dussander sighed and began to dig out a red notebook among his large pile of things.

and the Type 52 pistol with bullets on it.

"The staff of the Heraldic Management Office wants to see your director, how long do I need to make an appointment now?" Dussaint calmly asked, "Two days?" One day? ”

The goblin looked at the red notebook and the pistol so refined that it couldn't have been a child's toy. She then quickly went from being a goblin to a hard-working Interior Bureau. She very politely took back the reservation book that she had not used for seven years, and then very politely asked Dussaint to wait for a moment.

Then, wringing her thick legs, she pushed her dark green uniform and disappeared down the spiral staircase.

The massive, violently stomping on the wooden staircase echoed through the first-floor lobby. At the same time, a sharp voice also penetrated Dussand's ears without reservation, "My lord, the person from the heraldic department is here!! ”

Dusson plucked out his ear, then asked the goblin who poured him tea, "She's always been like this?" ”

The goblin who poured the tea smiled more ugly than crying, and then didn't dare say a word—after the black tea was served, she hid in a small room like a plague god.

After about a quarter of an hour, dense footsteps began to sound upstairs. A group of people appeared on the staircase, which was not very spacious, and the middle-aged and elderly man in the lead, who was at least four and a half times wide, was sweaty.

Dusson keenly noticed that the fat man in the "fitted" green uniform was shaking his legs violently.

Afraid of it, right? I'm afraid it's easy to do. Dussart smiled, put down the black teacup in his hand, and picked up the pistol again.

He said enthusiastically to the fat man who knew at a glance that he was the leader, "Mr. Director, it's really not easy to see you. ”

When Director Escobar heard this, his feet went limp, and he almost fell to his knees.

Fortunately, the director still had many loyal subordinates, who used great speed to support Director Escobar, who was almost about to fall to the ground, and then used the director's fat body to cover his face.

I saw a child, dressed in a luxurious costume and holding a pistol, staring at him with a smile. Director Escobar, who had served in the Bureau of the Interior for seventeen years, immediately made the most appropriate move, standing where he was, and using his fat body to make what was probably the most standard salute in his life, "Mr. Lord, your loyal Escobar is here at your call. ”

Escobar, who successfully became the head of the Interior Bureau of Newsar at a young age of thirty-eight, has a soft self-esteem bottom line that is completely inconsistent with his appearance. No matter who the other party is, at least he has aristocratic clothes that ordinary people can't afford, real weapons, and "arrogance" that is completely out of keeping with his age.

For such a person, at least you shouldn't directly provoke the other party - it's better to wait for someone to leave and then ponder whether to retaliate. Reprimanding the other party in person, this is because he is afraid that his brain is too stuffy, and he wants to ask someone to use a 7.62 mm caliber pistol to open a ventilation hole?

The other party was so sensible, which surprised Dussand. According to the usual trend, Dussander estimated that he would have to loosen the thighs of at least two or three deputy directors on the spot before he could meet the real person in charge. And in order to make the real person in charge of the situation clear, he may have to send the manager to the heraldic management office for some physical psychological counseling before he can start a peaceful dialogue.

Deep in his heart, Dussaint downgraded the difficulty rating of this dungeon from "Hell Difficulty" to "Hard Difficulty".

"Director Escobar." Dussaint politely put away the pistol in his hand, and then smiled more gently and harmlessly, "I hope the lady behind you has communicated to you the purpose of my visit. ”

"Any instructions from you will be our most urgent task." Escobar stood upright at the reception in the foyer, pulled out a brand new notebook from his bosom, unscrewed the dipping pen, and looked ready to record instructions.

It's very good. Dussander has downgraded the difficulty rating again, and the current domestic situation looks like "medium" at best. It seems that the problem here should be resolved in a short time - there should be no resistance to the implementation of the content of the mother's legislation at the level of the domestic political situation.

Two hours later, Dussand, who had bled his hair into a chicken nest, had completely abandoned his efforts to clarify the status quo in the office of the director of the Interior Bureau.

What kind of medium difficulty dungeon is this, the purgatory difficulty is a cute little sheep that is harmless to humans and animals compared to this mess of the Internal Affairs Bureau!