Chapter 89 President

Amidst all the changes, the relative stability of the Destination Office seems a bit strange. The exterior of the office has been repaired many times and is now close to a charred spindle, but the interior still retains its general structure.

The reception hall, purification area, waiting hall and orderly service windows all remain roughly the same. What surprised him the most was that there were actually many guests here. The receptionist with a clipper wearing a name badge diverted the visitors in the lobby and directed them to the "emergency area", "resolve as soon as possible area", "everything is as usual area", and "optional area". Two-thirds of the window is open, with a stone-faced public clerk in the back recommending solutions to guests or providing numbers for the next stop. The remaining third is covered with small structures and is undergoing repairs.

On one side of the row of service windows, there is naturally a long corridor leading to the special processing area inside. When he came here as a customer, he took that route.

"During the great migration era, the waiting hall B above and the seven surrounding ring rooms were transformed into a calculation place for the Olympian Mage Metz." Two and a half clerks saw his eyes and explained. "There has not been a second requisition there. There are still some data and calculation traces that have not been taken away. Do you need to collect them for analysis?"

"No rush." ​​Yi Cha replied. The original Olympian mage counts all strategies—all strategies within a certain range. This is within the scope, no matter how many mistakes he makes, he will not miss anything too valuable.

The era of great excursions. That's a good word. If you didn't say it that way, the big excursion would sound like it was yesterday.

Yi Cha looked at the customers for a while.

"There are three, six or nine levels of customers. Please treat them differently." This was one of the rules and regulations that existed before he took over the terminal office - he has never intended to change this purpose of embodying the way of the end. However, judging from the current situation, both the fluorescent spiders the size of fingertips and the high-level demon spirits with arms folded seemed to have received similar receptions. A clip girl passed by, leading a tall, thin mutant deranged demon that reached the ceiling, while another led a four-tailed green wolf that whined.

"Most of the current customers come from the residents of Weixing Qimian." The two clerks quickly explained after seeing this - they returned to the terminal office and were not assigned work. It seems that everyone really thought that they would follow him. “Keeping your boss safe” is a solid job that does exist—there seems to be more of it, actually. The job was also highly respected, and other clerks who passed by gave them polite nods as they passed by.

"Yes." Icha said.

That explains it. A resident of Wei Xing Qi Mian. The composition of the current residents of Wei Xing Qi Mian can be easily estimated:

Descendants of the first group of beings who built the Wei Xing Qi Meng; descendants of the surviving members of the Returned Star Council; descendants of volunteers from the Great Shift Era; descendants of spies who began to infiltrate Wei Xing Qi Men from that era; wedding guests (Most of them are descendants of demons); after they were involved in the Vientiane Forest by Viri Xiao, Beelzebub learned about this place from various channels during the era of demon disaster that swept across the universe, and used this place as the last refuge for the refugees. Descendants; descendants of the assassins and killers who during these times decided to end Beelzebub's evil reign and her evil tyrant companion, Chaint Sinkardstu; and the mixed descendants of these guys.

It took me many times to mix it properly. The rules and regulations of the Terminal Office have either been overturned or there is really no way to enforce them. In the chaos, no one knows how to sort out the mixed and mixed, iterated residents.

"Shall we go to the president's office now? Boss?" said two and a half clerks. "There you can issue missions for the recovery and disassembly of Erobaba's wreckage."

President? Icha raised an eyebrow. Notice this new word for someone in authority. It seems that even Terminal Office is not completely unchanged. There was no place called the "President's Office" before.

"Post it now," he said. "Don't bother." There won't be enough time anyway.

Half of the clerks shook their heads.

"We have to post it there, boss." The other half of the clerk explained. "Temporary work assignments that require more than half of the available workforce must be posted in the President's Office. Before it was an emergency, now you are here."

As she spoke, she lifted up a curtain that looked a lot like a wall, revealing an arched entrance carved with a demon's head.

"Okay." Icha said. Enter the entrance with two half-clerks and go down a beautifully decorated passage.

"There was no such provision in the previous rules and regulations," he said casually. "This process is not required when handing over the cosmological constant plan to the office."

"Yes. Boss. There was no president's office at that time. Now that there is a president, we need a president's office. Boss. Since there is a president's office, important content must be released in the president's office."

Echa stopped in front of a large door.

This gate is modeled after Hell. Three brimstone torches imitate the Gate of Comeniti, and there is a beautiful relief above the door, intended to show the three ridges of Hell. No matter what the so-called "president" looks like, he should be an authentic devil from hell.

Of course, before the two and a half clerks said what they just said, he thought that the "president" was referring to him.

There was a manager parked outside the gate to the imitation hell. The manager caught a glimpse of them and was immediately ready to help open the door. Yi Cha raised his hand to signal him to stop.

"These new rules and regulations - including those I know and those I don't know." He looked at a total of two employees. "Is this all stipulated by the president?"

"Yes, boss." the employees replied.

"What about the content that you 'spontaneously decided' on?"

"The president suggested that we engage in more spontaneous behavior." Half the clerk said. "So we engage in more spontaneous behavior. But the extent of that is hard to grasp..."

"It's indeed a difficult problem." Yi Cha crossed his arms. "How long has this president led Terminal Firm?"

"Two thousand two hundred and eighty years."

"It's enough for you to get used to it," Yi Cha said. "It turns out that this is the case. This place is well run. Since we have a president, why do you need me?" He turned and looked at the other half of the clerks who wanted to speak immediately. "I don't really need the confidence to restore service. Just let me know exactly what's going on."

The three employees looked at each other.

"'President' is just an agency business." The manager said. Comes with a properly angled bow. “We don’t need a boss all the time.”

"A boss. Any being can transform into a boss."

"No. It refers specifically to you. The Duke of Hell. Ishaint Sinkardstu."

"Oh. Why?"

"This is what the president told us." Two and a half clerks said.