Blood of Mercury

"Let me tell you, the newly opened Yingguan is definitely this."

A clerk with a fat body and a face full of meat crossed Erlang's legs, showing a smile that a man can understand at his colleagues, shaking the fat on his face, and showing a thumbs up with a smile.

"Yes."

But the man with the monocle beside him just answered dryly, with no expression of interest on his face, he just held a book in his hand and looked at it quietly, showing a stern look to the fat man. Some indifferent eyes.

But the fat male clerk didn't see the disgust of his colleagues around him at all. He just raised his huge **** and moved closer to him with a stool.

"Why, you still don't believe me?"

As he said that, he squeezed over excitedly. The stench of sweat on his body made the taciturn colleague lean to one side, trying to get away from him.

"If you want me to tell you, you'd better give up Miss Lilia early. They are Druids, so how can they look down on a small clerk like us."

Fatty sighed with a sigh, such a heavy expression on his face was unexpectedly humorous.

Colleagues around him glared at him with dissatisfaction, opened their mouths to say something, but in the end said nothing.

"Okay, okay, you can deal with the people on your side first."

The bespectacled colleague dismissed him with an extremely impatient voice. The fat man saw that his colleague really didn't want to talk to him, so he sat back angrily.

It was only then that he noticed the gray-haired boy who was not much taller than his desk, and glanced up and down at him as if he were looking at commodities.

The short gray hair that looked dirty looked like it was soiled. A short sword with a round handle was attached to his waist, and there was no chain mail under his robe, but a layer of leather armor made from the hide of an unknown animal.

The robe on this gray-haired child was a popular style more than ten years ago, and even the son of the old Tam family in the town would not wear this outdated old-fashioned clothes.

Even if you don't wear it yourself. Mary said that the era of the fashionable robes has long since passed, and now people in Titans are fashionable to wear trousers, shirts and trench coats.

Seeing that this child came from Fararu, it is probably the child of some hunter. Looking at this hair color, you can tell that he is not a child of a rich family.

The fat clerk curled the corners of his mouth, ignoring him, just holding up his cup. Sucked a sip of water.

He really doesn't want to go through immigration procedures and short-term identification for this kind of child. If something goes wrong, he will be responsible, and the child is ignorant. He will cry and make trouble with a little ink, and even smashing things and shouting is a headache.

But not if you speed up the process. People like them can't just speed up the process. Otherwise, if you can quickly get your ID card done anytime, anywhere, those who are in a hurry to enter the country will definitely not ask them to help with activities.

This precedent cannot be set. Otherwise, those people would not have come with cute silver coins at all, but with annoying little children. But there was no way, the kid did follow the process. He also came with a deed signed by the immigration department.

Seriously, everyone is starting to imitate young masters and buddies run away from home these days.

While muttering "what kind of children are these", he picked up the signed contract and a form next to it that had been filled out for a long time and had dried ink.

Then, the fat clerk asked casually, "Your name?"

"Toto. Toto. Nasquez."

Duoduo grinned at the clerk in front of him and showed a shy smile: "Look, it says on it."

"Ah, I know... where are you from?"

"I'm from Suze. From Suze Moslik."

"Duoduo...what's this name, why does it sound like a nickname? And what's the matter with your hair?"

Duoduo just smiled and didn't answer.

The fat man curled the corners of his mouth and read the two thin documents over and over again, but he couldn't find any mistakes that could send the child back. It's as if the kid has gone through the immigration formalities in Caral several times.

But what's the joke? How old is he?

Fatty would rather believe that someone was filling it for him. But this also proves that he is definitely not rich.

otherwise. As long as you treat yourself to a meal and send some gifts, you can help him complete a set of procedures and send it to him. I feel distressed that the money is running around outside in such a cold day, and there is no oil or water at first sight.

Thinking like this, Fatty immediately lost his enthusiasm for work.

What's the point of a job that doesn't make money?

He squeezed the two thin documents in his hands and fanned himself. Suddenly a strong smell of sweat drifted out.

"I'm going out for a while. You help me look at something."

The colleague next to him finally couldn't help it, and slammed the door with a stubborn sentence.

"Okay! Remember to bring me something to eat when you come back!"

The fat man smiled and shouted at the door, and his face darkened immediately after he finished speaking.

He hummed "what qualities are these people" from his nose, and leaned back naturally. The back of the chair behind him suddenly squeaked and deformed slightly. The fat man was like a rabbit being fed into a square shape, and squeezed a pile of fat from his body into the small seat, shaking his legs with him. The fat all over his body was surging in layers like waves.

"I said, it's not the first time you've come to Caral, right. Remember to follow Caral's rules when you come to Caral, but you can't run around the streets as uneducated as you did. See the elders. Say hello. Walk slowly. Caral is not a frivolous place."

The fat man taught in the tone of an elder: "Look - in this big winter, where can it be warmer than Caral? There are many people who want to come to Caral. If you don't obey, uncle will find someone to drive you back. "

"What you said," Duoduo replied in a shy and well-behaved tone, "I came here with my uncle before."

"What about this time? Where's your uncle? Why did you throw you here?"

The fat man frowned and complained with obvious dissatisfaction.

Duoduo replied calmly, "He got a long-term identity certificate from the immigration officer last time. He could have brought it in for me... but the Druid was too busy to pick me up this time."

"Oh? Your uncle knows Lord Druid... Then he's a remarkable person."

After hearing that he knew a Druid, the fat man immediately sat up straight from the back of the chair.

Fatty asked casually, "Then do you know the name of that Druid?"

"Kreka. His holy name is Deadwood...he's a black druid."

Duo Duo answered seriously, and then asked rhetorically: "Do you know him? He is also from the Immigration Bureau."

Hearing the word black robe, Fatty's whole body was frightened and stopped for a moment. Cold sweat dripped from the fat man's hairline, and his back was completely soaked with sweat.

"Ah...ah, yes. Of course I do."

Fatty raised his voice: "Isn't he the one... that adult who often wears black robes. We all know each other."

Speaking of this, the fat man coughed dryly and lowered his voice: "By the way, is that adult usually quite cold? Don't talk, right?"

"Huh? He's quite talkative, isn't he?"

Duoduo looked bewildered. The corners of his mouth lifted involuntarily and then pressed down.

Fatty Zuzuo suddenly slammed his right hand on the table: "Oh yes yes yes! Look at my memory... I remember this kind of thing wrong."

As he spoke casually, the sweat on his back grew even more.

Then, without hesitation, Fatty took the Duoduo document and put it on his desk, spread it out and stuck it in the slot, then pressed a button, and a flashing trace appeared out of thin air at the end of the Duoduo document. He just wanted to hand the document to Duoduo, after thinking about it, he clicked the button on the table, and saved a copy of Duoduo's information with the copied rune.

It's always good to get to know someone more.

Although he does not have permission to copy the information of the inbound person, he does not care about this kind of thing. After leaving a lot, just print a copy of the document and put it away, and then delete it from the information database of the office.

The only talkative person in the room is outside now. This kid is not a clerk and can't understand the difference between buttons and buttons, no one will know...

"...What are you afraid of! Just make it clear! Momochi is the most annoying!"

Just when Fatty thought so, he opened the door a lot, and a clear and excited female voice just floated in from the door.

Oops! It's Miss Lilia!

Suddenly the fat man's face changed.

Passing by Duoduo, a brown curly-haired girl pulled the clerk with one-frame eyes and angrily walked over: "I said fat man, don't talk to my Arnold about anything nonsense! He's not you. This... eh? What is this?"

Halfway through she said, she just saw the activated copy rune on the table, looking at the fat man with a bad expression~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then her right hand immediately flashed a faint light green aura, and pressed her hand on the rune reading data.

Suddenly, the flesh on the fat man's face was almost crowded together.

"Miss Lilia...you...you see, this is the information of a friend of mine. He is a friend of Lord Kreka Witherwood. I just help him save the transit information, and the procedures will be much simpler in the future..."

"...Wait, you said, he's your friend?"

A cold smile suddenly appeared on Lilia's face.

"Yes, yes..."

The fat man looked bewildered.

"Idiot... There is no Druid named Kreka with the surname of Deadwood!"

The girl sneered, the sound was not loud but it seemed like a thunderbolt struck, and the fat man fell on the chair with a weak leg.

"Arno! Catch this fat pig! Immediately notify the blighters of the entry of a priest—" (To be continued.)