Why does your workload seem so small?
Because kind people lent a helping hand.
Evan's answer was so confident that Charles didn't detect any lie in it.
However, Charles's intuition told him that things were not so simple.
A kind person helped complete a massive amount of work? Really? Where did this kind person come from?
"What's wrong, my friend? Don't you trust me? You really don't know our community very well. It's known for having a lot of kind-hearted people."
"Really? I don't believe it."
Evan wasn't lying; the kind people he was referring to were his fellow sufferers, Viria and Smith, who were still working intensely in the office.
These two people took on at least 80% of Evan's work. With Evan's own efforts and the help of his assistants, the rest wouldn't be too much of a burden.
As for what the two people in the office are thinking?
They had no objections (I'm sure of it).
"Smith, do you think things would have turned out this way if I hadn't bragged in front of you back then?"
Having finished a batch of documents, Vilia leaned back in her chair, placed her hands on her knees, and closed her eyes.
He had burned to ashes, leaving only snow-white ash.
"No, Vilia, you're overthinking it. Your boasting to me that time was just a fuse at most."
I'm already facing this kind of workload, and even if you didn't directly mock me, I'd still think of you as my good brother and try to drag you into it.
Smith said that this is true brotherhood; good brothers should share hardships and not suffer alone.
Moreover, Vilia is living a more comfortable life than him. Over the years, the Dark Cult has occasionally come to test the settlement, although each time it has ended in failure.
But these guys are really stubborn. I don't know if it's intentional or not. Maybe they want to use the power of the settlement to end their own lives.
In any battle, Vilia would rely on the speed boost from his lightning-based mental armor to quickly arrive at the scene and then defeat the Dark Order in a minute.
If they dare to offend the settlement, Vilia will surely make them suffer a crushing defeat.
"You had a good time fighting, but you didn't leave me a single opponent."
"Not to mention, you can always take a break for a day or two after doing this, isn't that much more comfortable than me?"
After saying that, he took out a stack of documents from his own files and placed them on Vilia's desk.
"Buddy, you still have a lot of work to finish, you can't rest now."
"No, no, no..."
As Vilia cried out, strange music seemed to begin to play.
Snowflakes are falling, and the north wind is howling.
"Why do I think I heard someone screaming?"
Charles, who was still chatting with Evan in the office, sensed something through his superhumanly keen senses.
A kind of sadness, a very special kind of sadness.
"It must be your imagination."
Evan said to ignore him, it's not important, just pretend nothing happened.
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