"Hahaha, you must be joking. This is the funniest joke I've heard this year. Newcomer, there are not many Kosolks with a sense of humor like you. I admire you."
Sigurd patted Locke on the shoulder and almost burst into tears from laughter.
His humor is similar to that of Bedem, the son of a butcher shop owner whom Locke knew.
Locke silently took out a flyer, which said that he was recruiting chefs with high salaries.
Sigurd's smile froze.
Sickert, who was so green that he looked so bright, felt like a clown.
This guy is really here to apply for a job as a chef!
I grabbed a cook to support the B-level mission. The B-level mission was upgraded to A-level. I encountered the terrifying Desire Witch and was finally saved by this cook.
"How come you, a cook, have so many weird things? Red crystals, candles, and your hair that suddenly grew longer."
Sigurd asked in surprise.
Realizing that the change in Locke's eyes was a bit scary, Sigurd, who was afraid of being killed, swallowed.
"Don't worry, the Abnormality Bureau will not confiscate the weird objects that originally belong to you. It just needs to be reported. Even if it is confiscated, you will be given a high compensation."
Locke still didn't answer.
Sigurd's Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed again. He remembered the scream that Shelia made when Locke's suddenly long hair pierced Shelia's body. He didn't want to become the second one to be pierced by Locke's hair. people.
"The chef's treatment is still worse than that of the investigator, but he still gets 2 silver meters per week."
"2 Silver Mikes?"
Locke's eyes lit up.
"Yes, as an investigator, the weekly salary is 5 silver meters. In addition, there are merits for performing tasks. These merits can be exchanged for meters at the end of the year, or for strange objects or other resources."
Sigurd said.
The coachman wearing a felt hat looked at the two green giants suspiciously,
What kind of weird things, weird things, hair growing longer?
What nonsense are they talking about?
Although he didn't understand most of the content, Mick understood it.
"Are you going to pay or not? Don't stand in front of my carriage and chat without paying."
The coachman suspected that these two people were crazy and wanted to raise their own status. Would someone with a weekly salary of 5 silver meters appear in the Sisi District?
"Can I be reimbursed?"
Locke confirmed again.
Sigurd nodded and said firmly, "Yes."
Locke took out 30 grams and handed it to the coachman.
"No more. If you want to leave, leave. If not, we will find another car."
When the coachman received the money, he immediately smiled and felt that the green man in front of him had a handsome face.
"Okay, guests, come up quickly, we are going to the East District now."
"Send us to the Sixth Magistrate Court."
"It turns out to be the distinguished Sheriff, no wonder he appears here."
Without continuing to chat with the coachman, the two got into the carriage and headed towards Wells in the East District.
Sigurd was also very quiet along the way.
Locke reminded Sickert from time to time to pull weeds.
The two arrived at the Sixth Magistrate Court, and the quiet Sigurd became active again.
The hall of the Sixth Sheriff Court was still deserted, except that there was a short blond boy.
The boy was about 1.5 meters tall, with delicate features, well-dressed, fair skin, and clear blue eyes.
He sat quietly on the waiting chair, checking the time on his pocket watch from time to time.
When he saw someone finally showing up, he showed a happy expression.
The next second, he saw Locke and Sigurd with green skin.
The boy's eyes lit up.
He stood up, took the letter of introduction, and walked towards the two men in tattered clothes.
"Hello, I am Robson Collins, a new recruit transferred from Yorkshire. This is my letter of introduction."
"..."
Sigurd took the letter of introduction, frowned and said,
"you are late."
"I'm sorry, senior. It's my first time in Kosolk. I'm not familiar with many roads and I took the wrong bus."
The blond boy said sheepishly.
Sigur recalled that the director told himself that a new person would be coming today. He was handsome and had strong business ability, so he asked him to receive him well.
His eyes wandered between the blond boy Robson and Locke, feeling that he had picked the wrong person and it was entirely the director's fault.
At least it should be stated whether the other person has blond hair or black hair?
Sigur felt that his position as the most handsome boy in the Sixth Security Court was probably about to be lost to Xian. Today's young people all have such good basic conditions.
After reading the recommendation letter, Sigurd raised his head and asked seriously,
"Robson, can you cook? Are you interested in becoming a chef?"
"ah?"
Robson looked confused.
Sigurd smiled and said, "I'm just kidding, newcomer, come with me and I'll take you to go through the onboarding process."
"And me?"
Locke pointed at himself. The most important thing was that the work was not implemented, and he lost 35 meters and a whole morning of time. In addition, he revealed that he owned a weird object.
If you don't get this job, it will be a loss! ! !
"You will be interviewed by the director himself."
Sigurd snapped his fingers, and a white dove flew out of nowhere.
The white dove stared at Locke twice, flapped its wings, and flew away.
"Follow it. Only it knows where the director is."
Sigurd reminded.
In order to be reimbursed 35 meters, Locke immediately followed the white pigeon that flew away.
The white dove flew down the hall into the corridor, and then flew to the second floor.
Locke also followed up to the second floor until he came to Office 302.
There is a sign saying "Director's Office" on the door of the office.
Locke looked at the sign suspiciously. It was so obvious. Why did Sigurd say that only pigeons knew where the director was?
Boom, boom——
Locke slightly bent his fingers and knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
A magnetic female voice sounded.
Locke gently opened the office door and walked in with anxiety.
Sitting in front of the desk was a beautiful woman with long black hair. Her face was not as three-dimensional as a Westerner's, but closer to an Eastern face.
She has fair skin, soft facial features, and a pair of amber eyes that are deep and charming.
The purple trench coat was draped open on her shoulders, and she wore a long black dress with high slits underneath, holding a long pipe in her hand.
A white dove landed on her shoulder.
"I heard from Sigurd that you are very capable."
Rhaenys Hill, the black-haired female director, looked at Locke with a half-smile.
"Locke Belmont, please sit down."
Locke sat on the soft leather mahogany square chair opposite Rhaenys.
"Do you want to be a cook or an investigator?"
Rhaenys asked.
"I'd like to hear how both are treated."
Although Sickert had mentioned the weekly salary of the cooks and investigators, Locke still wanted to know more detailed information from the director of the Sixth Sheriff Court.
"The cook is open all year round, and his weekly salary is 2 gold grams. The strange objects he obtains must be turned in. Subsidies will be given according to the situation. For the three strange objects you have, you can apply for 100 gold grams."
100 golden grams? Are you kidding me? On the black market, a witch's necklace is worth 300 gold grams!
Sure enough, the more beautiful a woman is, the better she lies.
Director Rhaenys Hill, who clearly noticed the change in Locke's expression, continued,
"Investigators have four days off a month, which can be adjusted. They receive a weekly salary of 5 silver meters. They can earn meritorious service when performing tasks. The meritorious service can be exchanged for strange objects or meters. They will also receive the official establishment of the Sheriff's Court and the church. As a half-clergyman, you don’t need to hand over the weird objects on your body, you only need to report them, except for special weird objects.”
