The slightly trembling warrior entered the beast's nest and was warmly received by the Goblin.

The internal affairs office has a front desk, and the reception staff at the front desk are all wearing dark green uniforms that look a little dirty for some reason. They are standing for a long time, and even seem to have a dark wooden front desk with a layer of patina, with unconcealed fatigue and impatientness on their faces.

"What are you doing?" the younger middle-aged woman saw Dusand and asked, "Where is your adult?"

Dusand coughed, then pulled out a bunch of bulging things from his coat pocket. He picked it up and took out his badge as the registered candidate for the chief private secretary.

"Ms., I am the chief private secretary of Councillor Androni...selected." Dusand thought for a while and said all this. "This time I came here, on the order of Councillor Androni, to collect all relevant data from the internal affairs bureau. Please let the head of the statistics department of your department come to see me."

Androni didn't give any instructions to Dusand at all, and Morse just asked Dusand to "say hello" first.

But Dusander never thought so. After thinking about it, he felt that to make his mother's legislation have such a possibility of implementation, he had to first understand how much financial resources there was in the internal political situation.

The empire did not have compulsory education, so there was naturally no Ministry of Education. The empire did not have a systematic medical system, so there was naturally no Ministry of Health. For the business related to Androni's legislation, only the internal affairs bureau can be responsible for the entire empire's administrative department.

So, first figure out how much money you have, and then you can know what difficulty this task is.

Dusand personally estimates that the difficulty of implementing the content of his mother's legislation should at least be at the beginning of hell.

"Private Secretary of the Councillor?" The lady at the front desk who looked like a high-level goblin looked at the heraldry that Dusand took out, then waved her hand, "No entry is allowed without an appointment."

"I am the son of Baron Duchamp, Lord Dusande." Dusande took out his family badge from the bulging pile of things. "The newly elected Councillor Androni is my mother. Please let the Deputy Director meet me immediately."

"I can make an appointment for you now. Can you do it again in three days?" After confirming that the little boy was indeed holding the noble emblem in his hand, the senior goblin suddenly changed his attitude. She arranged for another goblin to pour water, while she rushed to Dusand with a heavy red registration book.

"Just sign here." Senior Goblin said, pointing to the empty line in the register, "We'll schedule the time right away."

Dusand glanced at the registration book and found that the appointment information left above the column he needed to sign was actually left seven years ago.

After repeatedly confirming with the senior Goblin that he still needed to "make an appointment three days in advance" before meeting the deputy minister, Dusand sighed and began to find a red notebook in his pile of things.

And the Type 52 pistol with bullets.

"The staff of the Emblem Management Office want to meet your director. How long does it take to make an appointment now?" Dusand asked calmly, "Two days? One day?"

Goblin looked at the red record book and the pistol that was so refined that it could not be a child's toy. Then, she quickly transformed from Goblin into a diligent and diligent Interior Bureau staff. She took back the book she had not used for seven years and asked Dusand to wait for a moment in a very polite manner.

Then, she twisted her thick legs and pushed her body in dark green uniform to disappear on the spiral stairs.

The huge, violent stomping on the wooden stairs echoed in the lobby on the first floor. At the same time, the sharp sound also penetrated Dusand's ear without reservation, "Sir, the person at the heraldic emblem is here!!!"

Dusander took his ears and asked the goblin who poured his tea, "She's always like this?"

The goblin who poured tea showed a grey smile that was even worse than crying, and then did not dare to say a word - after delivering the black tea, she hid in the small room next to her like she was hiding from the plague god.

About a quarter of an hour later, dense footsteps began to sound upstairs. A group of people appeared on the originally not very spacious stairs, and the middle-aged and elderly man with at least four and a half-width of Dusand was sweating all over his head.

Dusander keenly discovered that the fat man in a "fitting" green uniform had a very strong trembling on his legs.

I'm afraid, right? It's easy to deal with it. Dusand smiled, put down the black tea cup in his hand, and picked up the pistol again.

He said enthusiastically to the fat man who knew he was the leader at first glance, "Mr. Director, it's really not easy to see you."

When Director Escobar heard this, his feet softened and he almost knelt on the ground.

Fortunately, the director still had many loyal subordinates. They supported Director Escobar, who was about to fall to the ground at a very fast speed, and then covered his face with the director's fat body.

Seeing a child wearing luxurious clothes and holding a pistol in his hand, staring at him with a smile. Director Escobar, who had been in office for 17 years in the Internal Affairs Bureau, immediately made the most appropriate move. He stood there and used his fat body to make the most standard tribute in his life. "Mr. Lord, your loyal Escobar comes at your call."

Escobar, who successfully became the director of the Interior Bureau of Nusar at the age of 38, has a soft self-esteem bottom line that is completely inconsistent with his appearance. No matter who the other party is, at least he has aristocratic clothing that ordinary people cannot afford, real weapons, and "arrogance" that is completely inconsistent with his age.

For such a person, at least he should not be angry directly - at least he should think about whether to take revenge after he leaves. He scolded the other person in person, because he was afraid that his brain would be too boring, so he wanted to ask someone to use a 7.62mm caliber pistol to open a ventilation hole?

Dusand was very surprised that the other party understood the matter so well. According to the conventional direction, Dusand estimated that he had to loosen his muscles and bones on the spot for at least two to three deputy directors' thighs, before he could meet the person who was actually in charge. In order to let the person who was really in charge of the affairs, he might have to send the manager to the Heraldry Management Office for physical psychological counseling before he could start a peaceful dialogue.

Deep inside his heart, Dusand lowered the difficulty rating of this copy from "hell difficulty" to "difficulty difficulty".

"Director Escobar." Dusand politely put away the pistol in his hand, and then showed a gentler and harmless smile. "I hope the lady behind you has conveyed to you my purpose of coming here."

"Any instructions from you will be our most urgent task." Escobar stood at the reception in the foyer and took out a brand new notebook from his arms, spread out the notebook and unscrewed the dip pen, looking like he was preparing to record the instructions.

It's very good. Dusand once again lowered the difficulty rating. The current internal affairs seem to be "medium difficulty". It seems that the problems here should be solved in a short period of time - there should be no resistance to the implementation of the mother's legislative content at the internal affairs level.

Two hours later, Dusand, who had scratched his hair into a chicken coop, completely gave up his efforts to continue to clarify the status quo in the office of the director of the Interior Bureau.
Chapter completed!