Chapter 104 I'll test myself

Author: Magic Melon

Chapter 104 I'll test myself

The announcement of the Holy Love Day has made London a hot place all of a sudden.

Many people from all over the empire, whether nobles or civilians, wanted to join in the fun and see this long-famous steam capital. Within three days, the train had added eleven sets of dedicated lines to London. Tickets would still be snatched away, and even the expensive and slower airships were sold much better than in previous years.

It is naturally impossible for the Holy See to ignore such a grand festival, and it is even more impossible for the visit of His Royal Highness the Son. All institutions have sent carefully selected greetings to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to show goodwill to His Royal Highness the Son.

The Judgment Department is just one of these departments

In the reception room of the White Thorn Security Company, the middle-aged Priest Thompson had a deeper piety and respect than usual on his face. Although he was sitting at this time, this was only because he was the highest person in charge of the London security management department. He could not be too humble in his own territory. If he were in other places, he should have stood up and performed the most standard Holy See etiquette.

And at this moment, sitting next to him was the elderly Mr. Valentine Ivnovic.

An executive

In the framework of the external tasks of the Judgment Department, this is already the on-site commander with the highest voice. He usually has 20 to 30 deacons under his command. He is incompetent from low positions, qualifications, combat effectiveness, merits, and all aspects, he is the absolute superior of Thompson. He is old and extremely thin, but his back is unexpectedly straight. At this time, he took off the hat on his head, revealing some sparse and gray hair and thick dark circles.

This time he came to London to find an opportunity to see His Royal Highness the Son and bring him the most sincere greetings from the Judgment Office; by the way, he would like to express his condolences to the Baijingthorn Security Company, which belongs to the same system.

Oh, it is not right since it is within the field system that belongs to the Holy See, it cannot be called "condolences", but should be called "examination".

"Please rest assured that all field records in recent years have the most detailed records, and there are also very clear files about citizen declaration incidents, but they are stored in the police department in London. In the afternoon, I will send someone to pick them up for your review."

Priest Thompson said word by word. He usually looks old-fashioned, but when this time comes, he can give people a very reliable feeling. After all, under his leadership, the entire White Thorn's style of conduct is very standardized, and there will be no trouble when checking.

Executive Ivnovic nodded, as if he was very satisfied with the other party's attitude, but suddenly, he seemed to remember something:

"I heard that you filed an internal death report some time ago?"

"." A silence.

Then Priest Thompson lowered his eyes slightly: "Yes, a field team member named Lampard died unfortunately during the mission."

"Oh? Is that mission completed?"

Priest Thompson seemed to hesitate for a half second and immediately responded: "It should be considered complete, because the demon who committed the crime has never appeared again."

"Should it be counted? I don't like this ambiguous answer." Executive Ivnovic said lightly, as if in his opinion, this task is more worthy of his attention than the death of a team member.

This is inevitable. Because he comes from the Judgment Department, and the people in this organization will naturally put the success of the task first.

However, this indifference to life still made Ms. Mary, who was standing not far away, clenched her fists.

"And that's right. During this period, a field team member can still die during the mission, which is a bit harsh when he hears it." He continued, looking at Thompson with a cold expression: "So, do I have reason to suspect that your security agencies are negligent in training field personnel in normal times?"

"Of course there is no negligence. Under the urge of Priest Thompson, all our field staff follow the strictest training hours."

Mark, who was standing upright, responded with a response. The respect in his tone was not as obvious as the soldier shouted at the top of his throat when he was calling out. I don’t know if he was deliberately yelling at the executive officer in front of him in this way. In short, Ivnovic frowned unhappily.

"I didn't ask you, so don't interrupt, it seems that you are really undisciplined." He said lightly: "And. Is there really training in accordance with the rules and regulations? What you say is not your own. Tomorrow at noon, I will randomly check someone and test it personally. If it doesn't pass, then your subsidies this year will be temporarily postponed."

Speaking of this, everything is still within the rules of the Holy See. A field department does require rigorous training. After all, it is an institution that deals with demons for a long time. However, when he heard the sentence "delayed payment of subsidies", Priest Thompson, who had always looked extremely respectful, also hesitated for a moment.

How long does it take for three years, five years, or decades?

Although he knew that he had not neglected his subordinates to train and he was not worried that his subordinates would not pass the test, "Sir, is it also included the subsidy for Lampard's death?"

"Of course." Yvnovic said lightly.

"But he died because of his mission, he still has a family, his son is five years old, the money."

Executive Ivenovic was obviously a little impatient: "I said, I will test your training results. So whether the person you mentioned died because of the task, or was negligent in training, and died overestimating your ability, I will soon have my own judgment. Now give me your list of personnel."

Priest Thompson pressed the rhythm of his breath and slowly let out a breath of turbid air. His cheeks bulged secretly. Fortunately, it was covered by his beard and did not reveal the muscle lines under the skin. Finally:

"Okay, Mr. Executive."

He responded, and then signaled Mary to bring the company's list.

Soon, Miss Mary handed a black document to Padre Thompson, who handed it over to Executive Ivnovic.

The latter slightly raised his excessively thin face and glanced at the names on the notebook with his eyes down.

Finally, his eyes remained on the line [Sherlock Holmes]. He recalled carefully after arriving in London and received the execution order, confirming that the name above was this.

"Just him, bring him to see me tomorrow at noon." He said as if nothing had happened.

"But." Priest Thompson was stunned: "But Mr. Executive, this is just a detective, and he has just joined the company for two months and is not considered a combatant."

"Not a fighter?" Ivnovic's voice showed obvious accusations: "Don't the detective need to go to the site of the incident in person to investigate?

Do you think those vicious contractor criminals and demons will care whether the person in front of you is a combatant?

Everyone has the possibility of being in danger of life. Maybe it is your old-fashioned idea that makes your subordinates helpless when facing death!”

He said, and stood up unhappily.

"Tomorrow, let this person be ready and not be late"

He didn't give anyone more nonsense, put on a hat and walked out of the White Thorn Security Company.
Chapter completed!