In the Bartow's first-tier territorial strategic defensive attack and logistics support bureau, the staff of Batzu with job number 2274 greeted his colleagues from work and sorted out the documents at hand.

It looks like everything is business as usual.

But only the person concerned knows that it is just "looking", and in fact he is already anxious. If it weren't for the fact that the devil clan didn't have sweat glands on his body at all, he would have been sweating profusely in a hurry.

"When facing a big event, you need to be calm. ”

Repeatedly reciting the "six-character proverbs" on the first "Work Instruction Manual" he received at the beginning of joining the work, 2274 wanted to calm himself down so that he could come up with a solution as soon as possible, even if it was just to make up a false statement.

But he just couldn't.

Even as time passed, the body that was originally unremarkable began to tense, and I couldn't help but clamp my tail.

"Damn, I knew I wasn't in this business when I took the psychological assessment exam, and I had to spend a lot of money to pass the exam," 2274 couldn't help but feel a little sorry for himself, "I'm so stupid, really!"

What gave this successful man in the eyes of many devils—the Batzu Devil, who had successfully blended into the bureaucratic system of the Bato Nine Prisons and had a system of rapid promotion far beyond his peers—was a routine notice to return to work.

He had already set aside plenty of time to prepare, and informed the commander of the bloody battle who had ended his wartime leave in advance of the time of return. Out of the importance of such a friendly unit as the Evil Dragon Council, he also specially arranged the manpower to receive it.

But now, two days have passed since the return time, and the commander has not yet arrived at the front line of the bloody battle.

Although the feedback on this matter was not delivered to the desk of the 2274 superior devil in time due to the underground efficiency of the bureaucracy, in the country of Bato Nine Prison, which is extremely orderly (even if it is orderly and evil), once the violation of the dispatch order is exposed, not only will the commander be punished, but also the staff who are responsible for informing them in the middle will also have to eat melons.

In Bato's first-tier territorial strategic defensive attack and logistics support bureau, it is entirely possible that such an oversight could be caught by some of 2274's competitors and become an incentive for its self-destruction.

"No, I can't escape, the last time something like this happened, that clerk hid in the city of Seals, and in the end, he didn't escape the assassination. ”

2274, who already wanted to apply oil to the soles of his feet, suddenly thought of a previous case, and couldn't help but give up the idea of running away quickly.

"Although it is also a violation to contact the 'portkey' at a higher level, but now that I have smashed a military order, I don't care about violating the law again. If he succeeds, as soon as he reaches the front line of the bloody battle, I can find any excuse to dissociate the responsibility of the commander for not arriving at the battlefield in time with me, the clerk who gave the notice......"

Admittedly, it was no accident that he was able to be admitted to this elite bureaucracy of Batzu and his thinking was indeed very clear.

The order he received was to convey the order of the bloody front, and the commander on leave did not return on time for two reasons: first, the message of the 2274 notifier was not in place, and second, the commander himself did not carry out the military order.

As long as the other party came to the front line of the bloody battle through the portkey, no matter what happened to be late, it was their own reason. If the other party didn't even go to the front line of the bloody battle, when the time came, it would be traced out, but maybe the responsibility would be pushed to 2274.

Previously, he had given the "Doorbox" used to open the interdimensional portal and the "Portkey" to determine the exact coordinates to the head of Barto's outpost and the Commander on leave, respectively, after using a communication spell.

Now there's a problem, maybe either of the two, or both. But there is no point in contacting the doorkey again, you can only contact the owner of the portkey, and you can only use the portkey to remotely open the interdimensional portal for it.

"I don't know what that incompetent Devil Count is up to! ”

Clearing his thoughts, 2247 rubbed his forehead and got up and walked to his personal interdimensional contact room. He kept cursing in his heart, and although he hated both of them, he could only curse one of them.

In order to count the actual number of soul prisms consumed by interdimensional communication, and to put an end to the inflated reimbursement phenomenon that prevailed in the bureaucracy of Battu, the Bato First Territorial Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau has set up a private liaison room for each employee, and the number of soul prisms consumed can be counted in real time with special spells and strange objects.

And according to the latest regulations of the bureau, the number of soul prisms that can be reimbursed by each Batzu employee each month is a fixed amount calculated by big data, and if the reimbursement share is exceeded when performing tasks, the overflow part has to be paid out of their own pockets.

"As long as you can get in touch with ...... I'm going to get this money back from that guy who has no sense of time!"

After verifying the key and dodging into his personal interdimensional contact room, 2274 immediately turned on all the defensive circles he had set up, and he couldn't let the rest of his colleagues know what he was doing anyway.

Only then did he begin to try to contact the owner of the "Portkey", Quest, who was resting on a soft bed in human form.

"Beep, the user you dialed is connecting, please wait. ”

"Beep, the user you dialed is connecting, please wait. “

......

"Beep, you are in arrears, please renew a soul prism in the coin slot. ”

When 2274 painfully pulled out the soul prism from himself for the thirteenth time, the other end of the liaison finally stopped sounding "beep".

With two crunching sounds, a bronze mirror in front of 2274 finally appeared.

It was a large bedroom, and there was a large bed in the center of the bedroom, so that 2274 was waiting for Quis, who was lying on the bed, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

In order to facilitate the delivery of some items, the connection of the liaison can actually allow part of 2274's body to protrude from the bronze mirror.

Just as he wanted to reach over and slap the sleeping guy in the face to wake him up, and ask him "Why is your heart so big?"

He suddenly saw a small blackboard standing next to the portkey he had located, on which neat purgatory text was written:

"Want to know why I'm late, want to know about a devil's count's plot for hundreds of years? Lay down the blackboard ......"

For Battu, "conspiracy" is like a bear with honey, with an unparalleled appeal.

2274 is no exception.

So he involuntarily stretched out his palm and gently laid the blackboard flat, trying not to make a sound, so as not to wake the sleeping dragon.

I saw a small box behind the blackboard, and there was a note above the box, which read:

"Take the note, there is a small hole underneath, please put in thirteen soul prisms, and the answer will be revealed. ”

2274 gasped, but he lifted the note anyway, looking at the small hole in the black hole in the box below, and after a battle between the celestials and the humans, he gritted his teeth and put it into the soul prism - he really wanted to know what that conspiracy was.

"Jingle Bell ......"

The switch was pressed by a heavy object, and the alarm clock in the box suddenly sounded.