Every visitor who first visits the Sancha Sword headquarters office will be amazed at its narrowness and inconspicuousness, which is completely incompatible with the institution's huge reputation in the alliance.
There is a bronze medal hanging at the door, with three crossed badges on it, and the full name of the agency where it is stationed. The bronze medal is very bright, and it can be seen that people are always taking care of it carefully.
The threshold and door frame are engraved with runes of anti-black magic and anti-curse. The smooth marble floor reflects the candlelight on the ceiling, like the starlight connected to each other, building a guardian array that covers the entire office; even the gaps in the floor will not be wasted. From time to time, a spell light surges out from the gaps, quietly sweeping through every visitor, checking the corners of the guests' robes, cufflinks and pointed wizard hats to ensure that they will not suddenly explode in the office.
When we entered the office, there were several rows of wooden chairs on the left. Visitors were holding parchment notes and waiting in line. From time to time, a irritable trash can passed by the feet of the guests, clicking its deformed lid, collecting every piece of paper shreds within its territory.
On the right hand is a row of arched doors that are sunken inward. Each door is hung with a door god and a peach talisman. The several door gods patrolling on it are always energetic, but they cannot see dark circles. Some people say that it is because the Sancha Sword offers rich offerings to the door god, and some people say that the staff of the Sancha Sword often secretly change the door god in the middle of the night to ensure that they can maintain a good mental state when they go to work the next day.
Between the left and right hands is a square desk, in the shape of a font. The receptionist Agatha, who sat in her three-pointed sword, was in her forties and was wearing a loose non-standard robe. In the early years, before Director Robert took office, she could wear a skirt. Her daily work was to provide different keys according to the different requirements of the visitors. The visitors who took the keys walked to the wooden door and opened the door. The destination they were going to.
Agatha has been sitting in the "心" table since she was eighteen years old. She did not get into the first university, but fortunately, the elders in the family still have some respect, so she brought this iron rice bowl through recommendation.
It has been more than thirty years since now.
She also went from a beautiful girl to an old lady whom she once hated deeply - her fat body, her voice was loud when she spoke, and her face was filled with thick lead powder - her boring work year after year made her lose her love for life. Most of the time she just had a stern face, answering the seemingly endless but in fact few pitiful questions of the visitors in a few short words.
Only the handsome witch who occasionally passes by can get her slightly gentle attitude.
Just like now.
A team could clearly judge that the young hunters who had just walked out of the school gate were standing nervously outside the counter. The few uneasy little faces made Agatha maternal, and she just wanted to reach out to pinch their shiny white faces.
"Is there anything I can help you?" she asked in a gentle tone, while quietly pulling open the drawer and sweeping the half-eat waffles on the table into the drawer.
Before the young witches could speak, an old wizard with a big belly and a sexy green vest in a long robe hurried out from an arch and slapped a brass key in front of her.
"Agatha! What I want to go to is the Quick Response Office for the Emergency, not the Supervision Department!" The fat wizard said with a hint of anger: "You almost ruined my big deal!"
"If you don't plan to bribe the commissioner of the Quick Response Office, there will be no trouble." The witch behind the counter changed her face and her tone became much stiffer.
If she hadn't been worried about scaring the young men next to her, her voice could be raised by a few more scales and her words could be enriched.
"What...bribe!"
The fat old wizard's first two words have a very high tone, and the last two words have a very low tone. They also sneakily looked around, like a cat who was stealing dried fish.
The young wizard led by the hunter couldn't help but laugh.
The old wizard glanced at him dissatisfiedly, then looked at the receptionist at the table, and added: "...I just want to thank the office workers for their responsibility and professionalism when handling affairs...why are these young men here?"
He stretched out his stubborn fingers and pointed at the young hunters.
"School business." Agatha replied coldly, picking out another brass key from the box in front of him and throwing it on the finger the old wizard stretched out.
"School? The First University?"
The old wizard's eyes lit up, and he put away the key. The original dissatisfaction on his face quickly faded, turning into a warm smile: "Sure enough, he is extraordinary! I am a man, Marvin Smith, run a small alchemy workshop. The family's ancestor Kyle Smith once attended Alpha College, the first university..."
While speaking, I had already handed over a business card that looked quite gorgeous.
The young hunter in charge was caught off guard for a moment and looked back at the short witch wearing black-framed glasses behind him, as if she was not sure whether to take the business card.
"Your family has not entered the first university for two consecutive generations. What are you going to do with these young people!"
The receptionist behind the table snatched the business card and threw it into the box in front of him. Then, with a terrifying face, he pointed his hand at an empty arch not far away: "...Don't interfere with the visitor of the Three-pointed Sword!"
As if to make an annotation for her words, three faint curse lights rose from the cracks of the bricks at Marvin Smith's feet, brushing his robe intertwined, and then slowly disappeared from the ceiling above his head.
The chubby old wizard smiled dryly and never dared to talk anymore. He took out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped his shiny forehead, nodded to the young wizard and the receptionist, left backwards, and quickly entered an arch.
Agatha turned around at this time, looked at the young hunters, and repeated what she had asked before: "Is there anything I can help you?"
Her attitude gentler again.
The young wizard, who was in charge, cleared his throat and tried hard to answer in a calm voice: "Let's meet the examiner."
"Inspector?"
Hearing this position, Agatha raised her eyebrows in surprise, without hiding the suspicion in her eyes: "Are you here to carry out the Alliance Hunting Mission?"
She confirmed that there were five young people in total, which was indeed a standard hunting team.
"Yes."
The young wizard in charge handed over a piece of parchment paper and a piece of badge: "This is the license material issued by the school work committee and the hunting committee... and our hunting team badge."
Agatha took the material, the stereotypical mechanical content on the parchment and the row of glittering red seals below proved what the young wizard said.
The badge is of ordinary brass texture, and the shield-shaped base is engraved with the words "Yu Sui" on the small seal and sun.