New staff? This is a good thing.
The East District team has indeed been facing a long-term shortage of manpower. There are too many clues that need to be sorted out and investigated. The Bureau of Divine Investigation does have informants widely spread in various areas, but the information they have is too one-sided to be called "intelligence" at all.
Due to his physical mutation, Mr. is too conspicuous when walking on the street and cannot participate in intelligence collection operations. It is also for similar reasons to Charlotte; he is simply not good at it. Mr. Rowan may be competent enough in terms of ability. , but he spends most of his time in the hospital treating patients and saving people, and there is no extra time to assign him tasks.
As a result, less than half of the nine-person standing roster of the East Sector Team are capable of truly performing intelligence-gathering missions.
Now they really need a versatile intelligence gathering expert:
Ed has long been aware of the role of one-eyed spiders, and the firepower of a swarm of Wasp drones is also impressive.
The most important thing is that if a good relationship can be established, this new colleague from the Royal Society may be able to share more of the Royal Society's cutting-edge scientific research results with him.
But I wonder if this new colleague is as easy to talk to as Arthur? You must know that the Royal Society has always been famous for its "high IQ, low EQ" image in the public mind.
"Sounds like a good thing." Ed nodded, "But why are people assigned to the East Area Team? Is it Director Lafayette's intention again?"
Although there is indeed a ready vacancy in the East Area Team, it is not a position with a bright future - in the statistics over the years, the East Area Team has always had the highest casualty rate.
If the Royal Society really intends to let its students play a more important role in the Divine Adjustment Bureau in the future, the Central District Team is obviously a better choice, where it is easier to access the core layer.
As for the vacant seats, it is not a problem at all. In order to consolidate the cooperative relationship between the two parties, it is completely reasonable for the Divine Bureau to make some personnel changes.
Why were they transferred to the East District? Is it possible that Lafayette is setting some kind of stumbling block for them?
Ed was a little unconvinced. Although Director Lafayette was nothing, he was not stupid enough to cause trouble in matters involving his own interests.
Could it be...a premonition suddenly arose in his heart.
"When are you coming to report? Do you need me to arrange a welcome ceremony?" Ed asked.
If you want to build a closer relationship, you must first leave a good impression on your new colleagues.
"I haven't received a notification of the specific time. However, the Royal Society has already submitted the personnel files to the Crow's Nest. As expected, they should be reporting in the next few days."
Eaton put out his pipe and knocked it upside down in the ashtray. This is his signature move before ending the conversation:
"Newbies will inevitably need an adaptation period. Could you please take care of the new agent for a while and let him adapt to the work environment as soon as possible - to ensure the safety of this agent, we cannot afford to lose another member of the Royal Society in a short period of time. The price has been paid.”
"Of course, I'll take care of it."
Ed agreed neatly. No matter from any point of view, he is the best person to guide the newcomers in this task - whether it is in terms of knowledge in the field of mechanical engineering, secret writing ability, timing, or personality.
After all, we can't let Quinn or Anvil bring in new people, right? Maybe Byakuya's character is reasonable, but his perverted dress will inevitably cause a little psychological shock to the newcomers.
"If there is nothing else, let's stop talking here. I'm going to the crow's nest soon, and there are a few cases that need to be dealt with after that - as before, if anyone entrusts it, please let him register it in the guest book That’s good.”
Eaton straightened several files on the table, put them into the file bag, and finally put them into the briefcase.
"Okay, have a nice trip."
Ed stood up, watched Eaton get dressed and leave, and then sat back on the chair.
Now that Mr. Eaton has assigned himself to guide the newcomers, it is unlikely that he will be assigned key tasks again in a short time.
These days are a rare free period, and I can just use my free time to solve some problems that haven’t been dealt with yet...
for example--
…
West End, Raymond Street, Goodman Hotel.
Compared to the extremely luxurious Ostermin Hotel, this place is much simpler and more low-key - but the front desk is an exception.
It stands to reason that most front desk staff or waiters would not choose clothes that are too conspicuous. But the dark-skinned receptionist in front of him, who seemed to have the blood of southern desert people, was a bit unconventional. His eye-catching golden brocade coat made him look more like the master here than a servant.
At this moment, the good-looking front desk clerk was staring at Ed with a look that was neither respectful nor arrogant, waiting for him to speak.
"Hello, I'd like to see Mr. Fabien Douli Rukus and Mr. Luofili Bonn Douris."
Ed lowered his head and took out his notebook and glanced at the full names of Sharp Voice and Chunky Dumpty before speaking.
"Mr. Fabien Dolly Loukus and Mr. Luofili Bonn Duris are guests of this hotel. Please allow me to contact you first. Only after they agree to receive you can I continue to serve you."
The waiter at the front desk said with his hands behind his back, standing straight on the spot, expressionless and motionless.
"Of course...then please contact them first." Ed said helplessly.
Although the other party's service does not seem so... warm, after all, this hotel is not owned by his family, so guests can do as they please.
After hearing what Ed said, the waiter at the front desk finally took action - he dipped his quill into the ink bottle and wrote quickly and neatly on the paper prepared on the table. The words were as neat as printing. And strict.
After finishing writing, he tore the paper into strips along the notches, put it into the transport capsule of the pneumatic pipe, and pressed the button. Ed has only seen this set of equipment in the crow's nest so far.
After about another minute or two, the transport capsule was sent back.
"The two gentlemen have agreed to meet with you in their rooms."
After reading the content of the note sent back by the capsule, the golden-clad waiter turned back and took out a shining silver key from the key cabinet, and at the same time handed over a printed document:
"Before you meet with him, please be sure to sign this commitment letter."
"Commitment?"
