Locke and Robson both pricked up their ears and looked at Freya, a middle-aged woman who was beaming with laughter.
"The director's father is a spy who was instigated by Rodrigo to rebel. The director's grandfather is a spy with half Alteran blood. My grandfather's grandfather is a spy bribed by Fort Aton, haha. That's why the director is particularly concerned about his innocent family background."
Um, three generations of your ancestors were all spies?
I would like to ask the black-haired director, how did he get the position of director of the Royal Capital of the Irregularity Bureau?
Mrs. Freya thought she was telling a joke, while Locke and Robson admired the black-haired director even more.
With such a resume, being able to sit in such a position is not something that ordinary people can do.
"Why don't you laugh? Could it be that your parents were also spies?"
asked Mrs. Freya.
Locke and Robson immediately shook their heads.
Locke begins to suspect that his secret will be leaked by Mrs. Freya. She is a strong woman who dares to bring out the director's secrets for fun.
But there is a high probability that this is no longer a secret. Even newcomers like Locke know it, and other people in the Abnormal Bureau must also know it.
"Freya, your application for annual leave has been rejected."
A familiar voice suddenly sounded.
Locke and Robson stood in awe.
Isn't this the black-haired director?
Freya stood up excitedly, ran outside the window sill, and shouted at the white pigeons flying outside,
"I want to strike! I want human rights! I want to rest!"
After she finished yelling, she straightened her skirt and returned to her seat gracefully. When she passed by Locke on the way, she grabbed Locke's half-filled form.
Freya looked at Locke and Robson with a smile.
"Welcome to join the Sixth Odd Investigation Bureau. People outside think we are the Sixth Sheriff Court. In fact, we only deal with weird matters here."
"Mrs. Freya, actually I haven't finished filling it out yet."
"It doesn't matter, that's enough."
Freya put the form in the document bag, and the unfilled information began to appear automatically, as if there was an invisible pen writing words quickly.
[Basic information] Locke Bemon, 17 years old, is from Kosolk, Tumen Kingdom, and lives in Apartment No. 1, 3rd floor, Old Tom Apartment, Pate Block, West District, Kosolk.
[Interest Tags] Find witches, feed witches, and tell witch stories.
[Criminal History] None.
[Crime Expectation] Live in a world where everyone is equal, the legal system is sound, and there is no class oppression or royal power.
[Marriage and relationship status] Vacant.
[The most important relative] Hannah Bemon, 22 years old, from Kosolk, Tumen Kingdom, lives in Apartment No. 1, 3rd floor, Old Tom Apartment, Pate Block, West District, Kosolk...
Freya handed Locke another application form.
"Write down all the weird things you own. If you want to hold them, remember to check the box for self-holding. You can also sell them if you want."
"Okay, thank you Mrs. Freya."
Locke begins filling out the weird object application form.
Since the black-haired director seemed difficult to mess with, he filled in all his weird stuff without any reservations.
The biggest secret is actually that I have a system. Apart from this, I can be honest about everything else.
With this mentality, Locke wrote about C19 Witch's Red Crystal Necklace and C201 Shadow Candle.
After writing it, he handed the form to Freya.
"There is also this confidentiality agreement, oh, and your probation period contract. The weekly salary during the probation period is only 80%, and you can only receive 4 silver meters per week. After 3 months, after completing the job transfer task, the weekly salary will be 5 Silver Mick.”
After writing these materials, the morning time is over.
Freya smiled and nodded,
"You can come to work tomorrow. You can get familiar with the environment today, and then go back to experience the rare leisure time. Oh, by the way, it will take a month to make your uniforms. Before that, please wear decent enough clothes. At work, Rhaenys is a person who pays great attention to appearance, especially you, Mr. Locke, your coat is torn."
"Okay, Mrs. Freya."
Locke looked at his coat distressedly. It would be great if it could be reimbursed.
Locke left Freya's office together with Robson, a boy who was a hair shorter than himself, and visited the Sixth Weird Investigation Bureau under the leadership of Dimo.
As the sun set, Locke and Robson said goodbye to Dimo and left the Abnormal Bureau.
"Locke, do you want to sit at my place? The apartment I just rented is only one street away from here."
Robson, who was late because he got lost in the morning, smiled and invited Locke.
"It's almost dinner time. I have to buy groceries and go back to cook. I will definitely go there next time I have the chance."
Locke looked apologetic and promised to do it next time.
"Well, it's a pity. Then you must come to my house next time."
Robson said, waving his hands and getting into a carriage.
It can be seen from his dress that he is a very rich young man.
It was only one street away, and he actually had to take a carriage.
Locke shook his head and decided to walk to Trey Bridge, take a car across the bridge, buy the best mutton, and cook a big meal today to celebrate that he found a job.
Looking up at the Wells district with its many tall buildings, Locke clenched his fists and encouraged himself.
Life is getting better day by day.
There was a flock of white doves circling in the gray sky, and Locke inexplicably felt that it was the black-haired director Rhaenys's omnipresent vision.
To this day, he still has an unreal feeling.
He actually applied for the job of the Sixth Sheriff Court, and he was already half a peace officer.
Although, at first I just came to apply for a job as a chef.
Is this also destiny?
While his thoughts were swirling, Locke had already reached the bustling business district.
People in clown uniforms were handing out leaflets on the street. Although Locke's coat was a little damaged, the clown handed him a leaflet and said enthusiastically,
"On December 1st, Ryder Circus will open. All tickets are half-price. Young gentlemen, please bring your family to watch it."
"Okay, I'll think about it."
Locke responded with a smile. He was in a good mood today, and coupled with the circus performance, it was one of the rare entertainment activities in this era.
Hannah had not seen a circus performance for seven or eight years, and she had never experienced one since coming to this world.
Locke doesn't think it's a big deal to relax once in a while.
When passing by Baker's Bakery, I still saw a long queue. Everyone was discussing Baker's actions and believed that Baker Grain Company is a responsible company.
It’s just that the citizens of the East District pay great attention to decency. Even when queuing, they are polite and modest, there is no crowding at all, and they maintain a friendly social distance from each other.
Two young ladies were quietly discussing Locke, whom they thought was very handsome.
Several ladies across the street were also discussing Locke, thinking that his clothes were torn and not decent enough.
Locke passed by the clothing store, and Sophie, a female clerk with a bright future, recognized Locke at a glance and waved to him.
Seeing that Locke was about to leave, Sophie opened the glass door and reached out to pull this customer who had only visited the clothing store once in.
