One day later...

Marshal Maurice, who had been in a drunken stupor all night, opened his tired eyes, casually rubbed the tear stains remaining at the corners of his eyes, shook his slightly dizzy head, and sat up from his desk.

He habitually picked up the communicator on the table and glanced at it. After ignoring the numerous useless messages, his gaze lingered on one message.

This message was sent by the leader of the eerie squad he had dispatched:

"Marshal Maurice, you are shocked. Your mission to collect all the strange objects in the Empire has been completed. Except for a few strange objects that could not be contained due to their strength and size, all the known strange objects have been collected and are being sent to the capital."

Upon seeing this message, Marshal Maurice's grief over his sister's death dissipated considerably. After all, the most important task had been completed, and all that remained was to receive the strange object destined for the capital and hand it over to His Majesty the Emperor.

Then he can take a break to deal with his inner pain and his body, which is exhausted from working day and night for so long.

Apart from this message, Marshal Maurice continued to look at the other messages, and after finding that most of them were useless or irrelevant, he casually tossed the communicator onto the table.

After dropping the communicator, he turned to look at the carelessly discarded wine bottles and scattered documents on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Sigh~ I should really avoid alcohol and similar products. It's a bit of a hassle to clean them up."

After his exclamation, Marshal Maurice picked up the communicator on the table again, sent a message to his personal secretary, and then sat quietly in his chair to wait.

As for why we don't send cleaning staff to clean it?

Naturally, it was because of the various documents scattered on the ground. Although most of them were ordinary reports, there were still many confidential imperial documents among them. If these were seen by a spy who had infiltrated the empire, it would cause considerable trouble for both the empire and him.

So the task of cleaning the office naturally fell to his secretary.

Shortly after, Marshal Maurice's mature secretary, who had received a message from him, also pushed open his door.

Before she could even greet Marshal Maurice, she saw the office in complete disarray.

At this moment, she didn't even bother to greet Marshal Maurice; she simply looked at him helplessly and said:

"Marshal Maurice, do you remember how you made such a mess of your office yesterday?"

Upon hearing this, Marshal Maurice gave a self-deprecating laugh and then said:

"Haha, I can't remember anymore. I'll have to trouble you with the cleanup task. I also need to report the status of the Weird Squad to His Majesty."

His mood had clearly lightened considerably since the completion of the eerie team's mission, and he could even joke with his secretary.

Seeing him like this, the mature secretary at the door, while secretly pleased for him, couldn't help but mutter under her breath:

"Sigh~ Other people's secretaries are on vacation every day, but I'm like a servant, having to clean your office."

She didn't try to muffle her voice, and Marshal Maurice, sitting in the chair, naturally heard her complaints.

However, he was in a great mood at the moment and naturally wouldn't get angry because of this sarcastic remark. He just shook his head helplessly and then ignored the secretary who was bending down to tidy up the documents scattered on the ground.

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