In the early morning, when Granding put away his umbrella and stepped into the Beckland Wastewater Center, the atmosphere in the hall made him feel like he was in a bakery with a half-price sale on Fridays.

The lively atmosphere made him a little curious, and at the same time had a faint intuition in his heart that it might be related to the workers' demonstrations.

He inserted the dripping umbrella into the umbrella stand in the hall, and the newspapers and letters he brought out of his home were rolled up and held in his hands.

Then he walked to the front desk:

"Goddess bless, is there anything good happening today?"

Grandin smiled and greeted the girl at the front desk who liked to tie her hair up in a bunch on her chest.

Next to them, maintenance workers in overalls gathered in groups of three or five, gathering together to talk and laugh.

"Good morning, sir." The girl at the front desk smiled very sweetly, "There are members of the House of Commons who have submitted a bill. They are starting to think about legislation to guarantee workers' basic wages, and they have heard that there will also be restrictions on the number of hours they can work weekly. ”

"This is really a great thing, and I hope the bill will pass as soon as possible."

Grandin was a little worried.

Even if the legislation increases the weekly wage, perhaps the money will eventually be ripped back by the 'upper class' by raising prices.

But history always spirals, so every change is a good thing.

"Yes, if the bill does pass, the life of Aunt Singhi's family will be improved......"

The girl chimed in.

Grandin had a few more words with the girl, and it was almost eight o'clock before he politely took his leave, and went upstairs.

As soon as he opened the door of the 'emergency team' and entered the office, an invisible wave rushed towards him.

His mind was instantly calm, and the idea of going out for a big meal at noon gradually faded, and the whole person began to be Buddhist.

However, this anomaly immediately caused a fierce resistance from his body. His spirituality became active, and in the midst of spiritual agitation, the negative states were banished.

"Captain, what are you doing, are you out of control?"

Grandin followed the direction of the wave and quickly locked onto the attacker.

Al didn't speak, his hands crossed into fists on his desk, his eyes dark. From time to time, a peaceful, sleepy wave swept through the room.

"The captain is exercising his abilities." Borgia was half-lying in his chair and spoke a little softly, "Ms. Dali has submitted an application for promotion, maybe it won't be long before she ......."

The power that made people sleep suddenly increased, and Borgia could barely open his eyes.

Once again, Grandin allowed his spirituality and tranquil forces to hedge, counteracting the influence of the outside on himself.

Ms. Dai Li is promoted? She will be promoted to the 'Necromantic Mentor' of Sequence 6...... Captain El is stimulated. Also, you can't always have a lower level than a team member.

He looked around the office and found no sign of Ms. Daly.

"I'm out...... Patrolled. Borgia yawned, slowly moved to the coat rack, grabbed his coat and hat and went out.

After Borgia set off, Al also stopped practicing his abilities.

"Captain, you have to be a real 'nightmare', it's not enough to practice your abilities."

Grandin walked over to his desk and pulled out a chair and sat down.

"I know, I'm just trying to get the hang of it first...... Lorota wrote that the act should be appropriate to the name of the potion...... And when it is fully digested, there is a feeling of euphoria. ”

Al pondered.

After a while, he came back from his contemplation and looked up and reminded:

"Gran, there's a letter for you, it's from Lorota, and I've pressed it under the bag."

"Okay, I got it."

Lorota sent a letter after only two days of leaving?

Grandin was a little confused.

When he removed his bag, he saw a letter from Lorota, the postmark of the envelope stamped with the night watchman's stamp.

Is this letter still an internal expedited channel?

He remembered that it took merit to send such an urgent letter......

So he no longer hesitated, and immediately opened the envelope and unfolded the stationery:

"Boring! Bored! I feel like I've already entered retirement early, but the sea view here is nice. ”

The handwriting penetrated through the back of the paper, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Ma'am, the church sent you over to form a team of night watchmen, not for you to watch the sea.

He continued to look down, but Lorotta immediately gave an explanation:

"Forming a team of night watchers is a complicated task, and there are a lot of interferences. The discrimination of the locals against me is almost everywhere, can't women go out to work! ”

"Can you imagine the gaze they cast when I'm eating alone in a restaurant? As if this kind of thing were some kind of immorality, is the thought here still stuck in the last era? ”

"Anyway, I need your support urgently, and you said you'd arrive on Thursday? Very well, I'll arrange for someone to pick you up, so please wait at the 'Artillery & Blanzie' tavern near the terminal. ”

That's the end of this text message.

What about time? What time are you ready to pick me up?

Grandin read the letter back and forth twice, but found no additional content.

From Beckland to the port of Enmat, the steam train takes more than four hours. Maybe she tacitly acquiesced that I would take the first train and arrive at noon?

Or is the guy who came to pick me up free enough to wait for me in the tavern all day?

He felt more and more that his future was not good-

A sloppy boss and a city that sounds terrible.

There is no need to reply to this letter, he will go to the port of Emmatt tomorrow anyway.

However, it is not good for Lorota's whining words to be seen, so he will throw it into the brazier and destroy it later.

Thinking so, Grandin used his letter opener to open the letter he had brought from home.

The letter was from East Bailang, and the envelope did not leave a specific address, so he could not reply:

"My brother, I love your new name for me. Remember, I'm not a colonel yet, but you can call it that first. ”

"I'm in a bad situation here. After losing order, all sorts of grotesque people and things pop up. Those damned shamans, as long as they know how to use witchcraft, can gather a large number of followers to worship him. ”

"The number of people who attacked us has also increased. It's fine in the Rune colony. When you're in the wild, you can't close your eyes. I can't give you the address to reply to at the moment, because I'm out there every day to put out fires. ”

It seems that Colonel Alfred Hall is indeed very busy, and perhaps under a lot of mental pressure.

Because he had just pulled out the letter paper when he shook off some soot from the envelope.

Even if this letter crossed the sea, from the Southern Continent to Rune, more than half a month had passed on the road. He could still smell the strong smell of 'Byron cigarettes' from the letterhead.