Chapter 160 Home Visit
Cypress Fir Building, Upper Igwynte.
At noon, in the basement of the Cypress Building, the Igwinter Security Bureau was still busy as usual. Among the busy crowd, Gregor was walking forward in the corridor.
Although the dark circles under his eyes were still there and his expression still showed it, the degree to which the corners of his mouth were unintentionally raised showed that he was in a good mood at the moment.
With brisk steps, Gregor walked past the old director's office that had been sealed off by wooden boards, glanced through the window at the lush and vibrant scenery inside, waved at the vine tentacles twisting on their own inside, then continued to walk to the door of the director's office and knocked respectfully.
"Come in."
After hearing the familiar voice, Greg opened the office door and entered the slightly small office. Then he saw James sitting behind the desk with a peaceful look and a smile on his face.
"Mr. James, you're looking for me?"
"Please sit down first."
Looking at Greg in front of him, James spoke bluntly. Listening to James' words, Greg nodded and sat down at the seat in front of the desk. After seeing Greg sitting down, James did not speak immediately, but lit a cigar, took two puffs, and handed one to Greg, who took it with thanks.
"An apprentice blocked a black man in an alley with a steel pipe and a brick and beat him up. In the end, he knocked him unconscious and captured him. This is the first time I have encountered such a situation in all these years in the secret world. Greg, you really broadened my horizons."
After taking two puffs of his cigar, James said to Greg with a smile, and Greg responded quite modestly.
"It was just my luck. For some reason, the bone knife that the black level warrior could control disappeared, and most of his abilities were gone, so I was able to defeat him. If he was in the same state as before on Knight Road, I would definitely not be his opponent.
"By the way, Mr. James, how is that guy now? Is he awake?"
"He's awake, but his brain seems to have been shaken and he's in a coma. He still seems to be a little mentally challenged. It will probably take some time to get anything out of him."
Shaking off the ash from his cigarette, James said that he actually already knew most of the situation at this point. Not long ago, a special envoy from the Stonemasons Guild had visited him and explained the situation about the Knight Road incident. James already knew that this was a personal grudge conflict among a member of the Guild that accidentally affected the hunters in the area. The Guild expressed regret for this and was willing to make compensation to a certain extent.
"Greg, the reason I called you here this time is mainly to talk about your problem." Pointing the cigarette in his hand at Greg, James continued to speak. Greg was a little surprised after hearing it.
"I?"
"Yes, although there are coincidences, you, as an apprentice, have captured a Black Rank alive, a murderer whose hands are stained with the blood of our fellow hunters, and a bone master who has harmed countless civilians. This is a big deal. Since the establishment of the Igwinter Security Bureau, this is the first time that such a big personal achievement has been made. You have made our bureau proud. It was the right decision to bring you in."
James said to Greg with a smile, and Greg quickly responded after hearing it.
"No, no, I just had a little more luck. The key is that you, Mr. James, have cultivated me properly."
"Don't flatter me. I'll tell you straight away. I've already reported your achievements to the General Administration. The General Administration also thinks you are a talented person, so they hope you can go to Tivian to take up the post.
"As a reward for your honor, the General Administration has reserved a promotion spot for you. After you go to Tivian, you just need to accumulate spirituality and perform well during their observation period. After you pass the observation, the General Administration will arrange a promotion ceremony for you to Black Soil. So from now on, focus your main energy on accumulating spirituality."
James leaned back in his office chair and waved his hand. Hearing his boss' words, Greg froze in place, and after a long while he murmured.
"Tivian General Administration... promotion?!"
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In the evening, the setting sun shone on Nanyang Flower Road. Under the tall trees, Gregor, who had gotten off work early for the first time, walked slowly.
Walking on the sidewalk, Greg's brows were furrowed and his expression was solemn, and all he could think about was the conversation he had with James in the director's office in the afternoon.
"I never thought... I'd have the opportunity to go to Tivian after only working at Igwinter for three years. Moreover... I've only been a Beyonder for a year and a half, and I've already got the opportunity to be promoted...
"I am blessed with such good fortune. Could it be that the Son of God has truly blessed me? Am I the chosen one?"
Gregor thought like this in his heart. To be honest, Gregor, who had the desire to make a name for himself since he was a child, was very happy when he heard James say that he could work in the Tivian General Administration and had the opportunity to be promoted to the black level. This was a big step forward in his life. He was looking forward to the next height and the next stage from the bottom of his heart.
However, although he wanted to go to Tivian very much, Greg did not immediately accept James' proposal because he had another concern in his mind, that is, his sister Dorothy.
'Dorothy has only been studying in Igwinter for a short time. If I leave like this, won't there be no one to take care of her? It is said that many schools in Tivian require true nobility to attend. If I really want to go to Tivian, I wonder if I can find a suitable school for Dorothy there? Will forcing Dorothy to transfer affect her studies? Otherwise, let Dorothy continue to study in Igwinter and let Aunt Hannah and others come to the city to take care of Dorothy...'
With a lot of thoughts in mind, Gregor arrived at his apartment and walked up the stairs to the familiar door.
Taking out the key and opening the door, Gregor entered the living room, and he found that there were already two figures sitting in the living room.
One was his familiar sister Dorothy, who was sitting on the sofa at the moment, and not far from Dorothy, sat another figure.
He was an old man, wearing a well-fitting suit, a top hat, and had gray hair. His half-closed eyes revealed a kind look.
"Ah, it's Greg, you're back? It's so early." Looking at Greg at the door, Dorothy greeted him, and Greg responded after a startled look.
"Yes, I finally don't have to work overtime today, so I'm back at normal hours. Dorothy, this is..." Greg looked at the old man with a puzzled look, and Dorothy answered with a smile.
"This Mr. Dean is my teacher at school. He came to visit our home the other day because of something."
As Dorothy spoke, the old man with a peaceful look stood up from the sofa, walked to Gregor with a smile, and stretched out his hand which was still stained with some dust.
"Hello, Mr. Meshhos, I am a teacher at St. Amanda's School. Because of some things about Miss Meshhos, I need to come to see you and talk about something. Sorry to bother you."
Hearing the old man extending his hand, Gregor was slightly stunned, and then began to think badly.
"A teacher visiting my home? Oh no, this Dorothy girl is not going to get into trouble at school!"
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