"Are you really ready?"

"Uncle Euan, thank you for your concern," Wayne said with great seriousness, "but please believe that I am up to the job." ”

How could it not be agreed, this is a job with a weekly salary of 5 shillings.

And compared to other places, the safety factor of the secret division is very high, and it is enough to rank in the top five in the entire city-state of Cust.

"Trust you for now," Youan saw his expression and beckoned, "Come with me, I've prepared a letter of recommendation for you." ”

"Thank you so much."

Wayne followed into Morris' Clinic.

In the memory of his predecessor, he was envious of the layout of this clinic. Skeleton models, spider dolls, and all sorts of bizarre specimens...... It's more like a ghost than a room arranged by the ghost school.

But from the moment Wayne entered the clinic, he overturned the memories of his predecessor!

On the left-hand side of the entrance, the skeleton model that the predecessor thought was actually a skeleton warrior.

The slight flickering black glow in its eyes, the cold aura emanating from its body, and the rusty two-handed greatsword in its hand all indicated its identity as an undead creature.

The giant spider "doll" on the ceiling, though it remained motionless after seeing him enter the door.

But the six barbed legs, the three pairs of round eyes on the head, and the spider silk that swung in mid-air...... Blind people know it's alive!

And what are the bottles and cans on the display case?

The eyeballs of unknown creatures, the internal organs of unknown creatures, the prosthetic limbs of unknown creatures......

Well??

This seems to be a human leg?

Wayne looked at the room's weird furnishings, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Is this really a clinic?

God knows if heals or funerals......

Euan took out a roll of parchment from the drawer under the table, and smiled at his curious gaze, "How's it going, my clinic is great, isn't it?" ”

"Great! Uncle Euan, you are a skilled doctor! ”

At this time, don't care if the lie is benign or not, your life matters.

"Don't look at me, it's not big here, but it's definitely the number one clinic in the city-state of Caster,"

Youan said with a smug face: "Wayne, for the sake of the neighbors, I will give you a twenty percent discount if you see a doctor in the future." ”

Are you serious? In fact...... It doesn't have to be that way!

"I thank you for ......"

"You're welcome, Wayne. When I see you, I think of when I was younger, just as handsome and adventurous. ”

As he spoke, Euan handed him the scroll in his hand, "If it weren't for Carly, maybe I'd still be a ship doctor now, sailing the seas with the White Rose, I'll ......"

"Uncle Euan, the time for the interview is almost up, I'll go first."

Without waiting for him to finish, Wayne stepped forward to take the scroll and turned to leave, "When I come back, I will definitely listen to your glorious deeds." ”

It's not a good thing for the senses to be too sensitive.

The spider silk on his head kept floating, and from time to time there was the sound of a big sword scraping against the ground behind him, making him want to flee from this place.

"Huh? Good luck, Wayne. ”

Youan looked at his figure who turned his back and waved goodbye, and smiled slightly: "What a polite young man, but it's a pity that it's a male." ”

"Hiss ......"

"Hey, why am I a daughter slave? Carly is so beautiful and generous, gentle and kind...... Worthy of the most outstanding young man in Upper Castel! ”

"Hiss?"

Euan looked up at the spider and argued, "She's my daughter, of course I'll have to choose my son-in-law carefully." ”

At this time, the skeleton warrior who had been a model for a long time at the door slowly turned around, "Condyle." (Maurice, he found me.) ）

Youan was stunned for a moment, and looked thoughtfully in the direction next door, "Calculating the time, it's really time to become a wizard apprentice." ”

"But compared to the previous intelligence officers, he's really ...... Low profile. ”

I really didn't expect such a serious person to agree to his suggestion and choose to enter the secret department.

Oh yes!

It seems that I forgot to explain to him the responsibilities of the logistics department of the secret adjustment department.

Forget it, with the frequency of the replacement of ghost intelligence officers, it is not so "unexpected".

Euan muttered a few words, turned to open the suitcase, and took out a few newly collected aberrant organs to get busy.

……

After walking for nearly half an hour, Wayne found the address provided by Youan to 102 Dumitru Block, where the Secret Division was located.

The Dumitru neighborhood is more bustling than the Golden Avenue near the slums.

The road is wider and flatter, and the buildings on both sides are tall and exquisite, full of Gothic style, giving the whole neighborhood a mysterious and tranquil color.

There were shops on both sides, and gentlemen and ladies who came in horse-drawn carriages walked into these shops neatly dressed and elegant.

From time to time, a group of garrisons in silver-white armor, armed with rune guns, patrolled the streets.

And the rumbling steam car is very eye-catching in the crowd of carriages, and will always provoke pedestrians to stop and show envious expressions.

The street lamps separated by ten steps highlight the special nature of the Dumitru neighborhood.

The condensation of the dawn will make the people who live here feel more secure.

Obviously, this is the heart of the city-state of Caster.

Wayne didn't watch too much, and his circumambulation of the Krims Cathedral made his already scarce time even more intense.

He walked straight into the door of the secret department, and after explaining his intention to the guards, he was taken to the third floor where the logistics department was located.

Jingle bells.

"Minister Yegor, the man you were waiting for has arrived." The guard knocked on the door and saluted the man inside with one hand in a fist on his chest.

"Well, please let him in."

The guard stepped back, gave Wayne a good-natured smile, and turned to leave.

Wayne followed and walked in, looking at Minister Yegor—

The gray and white broken hair stood on end, the skin was very white but rough, the eyebrows were thick, the eyes were thick, the lips were thick, and a hideous scar was pulled from the wing of the nose to the sideburns, which not only did not destroy his image, but added a bit of majesty.

He was extremely tall and muscular, a characteristic of the typical Aldous ethnic group in the Eastern Continent.

I saw him wearing Custer's usual sailor sweatshirt at this time, leaning lazily on the high-backed chair, his feet on the table, and spitting smoke from his cigar in his mouth.

Wayne didn't expect the interviewer to be the head of the logistics department, and said with a slightly restrained expression: "Minister Yegor, I'm Wayne Love, I'm ......."

Yegor interrupted: "I know, Youan introduced him, and I have to say that he finally did something serious this time. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Wayne nonchalantly and asked, "Tell me, where are you from?" Drake, Eaton, or Ocampe? ”

"In Caster, nay, in the whole kingdom of Shatlán, the Sarut ethnis are rarely seen."

Wayne pursed his lips and replied, "The city-state of Prieto in the Republic of Drake, Minister Yegor. ”

It seems that the head of the logistics department is not very easy to get along with.

"It's Drake's. That's right, only the gentle climate in the entire Eastern Continent can raise a beautiful guy like you. ”

Yegor's tone was slightly frivolous, as if he was very dismissive of the appearance of strangers thousands of miles away in the city-state of Karst.

Drifting, pretty?

What is this specifically to describe a man?

Without waiting for him to refute, Yegor then asked, "When can I go to work?" ”

Is the topic so jumpy?

Wayne was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he replied, "Tomorrow!" ”

"Oh, afternoon, huh?"

Well??

Did he use the wrong words, or did the other person have a problem with his ears?

Yegor finally changed his posture, put away his feet, took out a piece of parchment from under the mess of books, newspapers, official letters and other materials on the table, pushed it over, "Sign it." ”

“…… Did I pass the interview? ”