The summoned adventurers gathered ahe city patrol guards offi the Lukavaro District.

  Charlot once again used his silver too persuade the remaining adveo help and repair the office building.

  At No. 1 Fal Street, there were two office buildings: one served as the "dormitory" and the other as the office, rge enough to aodate nearly a thousand people for living and w. There was also a stable, but it was currently empty, with her a single horse nor a carriage in sight.

  This was the outer district, after all. The living facilities here were far inferior to those in the Upper Seven Districts. There was no piped water supply—just a single well.

  By the time those sent to buy food and ale returhe office was already beginning to look presentable under Charlot's dire.

  After eating and drinking, the adventurers finally began to rex. A few female adventurers even performed cheerful dances on the spot.

  Life outside the city was not so leisurely, after all. Although most people still didn’t fully trust Charlot, their mood had noticeably stabilized.

  Charlot didn’t stay to eain the adventurers. He hired a carriage auro his residen the Picardy District.

  ...

  Pushing open the door, he saw two letters. At 58 Elysée Avehere was a mail slot for letters and neers beside the front door. Inside, a box collected the deliveries—standard for such slightly higher-css residences.

  Oer was from Miss Menielman, and the other from Miss Annie Bretagne.

  Charlot had been away from Strasb for the past few days and guessed that the two hadn’t been able to find him, so they left letters. He opened Menielman's letter first, which tained only a simple sentence:

  "Stay patient and endure, no matter your current position. I’ll arrange for you to trao the Imperial Navy iime."

  Charlot smiled faintly, thinking to himself: It seems somethi wrong with the position Menielman arranged for me. I wasn’t inally supposed to bee the Chief Clerk of the Lukavaro District city patrol guards.

  Menielman had hinted before that he would ehe military, possibly being transferred far away from Strasb to join her in the Imperial Navy.

  But now…The Fars Empire gover was rife with political intrigues and shady dealings. Even someone like Menielman, from a top aristocratic family, couldn’t atirely as she pleased.

  Miss Annie Bretagne's letter was much longer and even asked if he had time retly. However, the most important part read:

  "The Behemoth Principality has decred war on the Southern Seraph territory. Please exercise caution, reduce your outings, and, if possible, avoid leaving the Upper Seven Districts."

  Although Charlot was a transmigrator, he still sighed deeply. War was unavoidable. He could already predict what would e : the Southern Seraphs would seek aid from Byron and the Bck Phoenix Dynasty, and the Fars Empire would iably be drawn into the flict…

  ...

  Three days ter, it was Monday.

  In the Fars Empire, gover departments issued wages every Monday. Because of this, Mondays had earned an affeate niame among all workers—Imperial Payday.

  Although non-gover employees didn’t necessarily receive their wages on this day, the Lukavaro District city patrol guards all received their saries for the week.

  Charlot finally breathed a sigh of relief. His efforts hadn’t goo waste.

  However, there was still a small ihat day.

  Charlot met someone familiar.

  He entered Dubin, the young and handsome city patrol guard who had been responsible for the Yanmills murder case and was supposed to be stationed in the Alexander District.

  Dubin wasn’t alone. He brought over a hundred city patrol guards to report for duty. When Dubin saw Charlot’s surprised expression, he called out, “Aren’t you Mr. Meburg? I thought you worked in the tral Gover Office. How did you end up here with the city patrol guards? And like me, transferred to the Lukavaro District!”

  Charlot smiled and replied, “There’s an old saying in the New ti: Life is full of ued reunions. It seems we’ve met again!”

  “Allow me to reintroduce myself. Charlot Meburg, Chief Clerk of the Lukavaro District city patrol guards, Grade 35, Level 3 Chief Clerk—your direct superior.”

  Dubin was dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open. After a long pause, he asked, “ I ask… Are you the illegitimate son of some great noble family?”

  The st time Dubi Charlot, the tter had introduced himself as a First-css civil servant. Now he had suddenly risen to Level 3 Chief Clerk. The speed of this promotion was nothing short of shog.

  Charlot smiled faintly and said, “If you run into me oreet, I’m still just a First-css civil servant.”

  Dubin assumed Charlot had downpyed his true position st time to avoid drawing attention a slightly reassured. Even so, someohis young rising so quickly to Level 3 Chief Clerk was still hard to accept. However, Dubin knew better than to pry further into matters of background—such questions were private a left unspoken.

  Charlot also had questions of his own. “Why are you and your colleagues rep for duty in the Lukavaro District?”

  Dubin expined, “I heard there was a batch of freeloaders here who were worried about being purged. They pulled some strings and arranged for their trao the Upper Seven Districts city patrol guards. Meanwhile, we—because we ck powerful es—got booted over here to fill the gaps they left behind.”

  “The good news is, we were all promoted by one rank!”

  “The bad news is, under normal promotion timelines, we were supposed to be promoted half a year from now anyway.”

  “I’m Dubin Alger! Graduate of Habosk Public Academy, Grade 47, Level 3 Squad Leader—and your First Patrol Team Captain!”

  Charlot was surprised. “Habosk Public Academy? The alma mater of Zimourman Axel Robin? How did you not qualify for the national institutes?”

  Habosk Public Academy was the best public academy in the Fars Empire—bar s graduates might not always make it to uy, but failing to ehe national institutes was almost unheard of.

  Dubin shrugged and said, “I got into a fight at sy punishment barred me from sitting for the national institutes exam.”

  Charlot spread his hands and said, “Well, that’s certainly the national institutes’ loss.”

  Dubin had been disgruntled about his transfer, but meeting a familiar face lifted his mood. At the very least, Charlot didn’t seem like the kind of superior who would make life difficult for his subordinates. Dubin then introduced Charlot to the hundred-plus city patrol guards he’d brought along. Most of them came from oner backgrounds aransferred from various districts, not just the Alexander District.

  It was clear Dubin was a seasoned city patrol guard who had built es across districts. He had naturally bee the leader among the ransfers.

  Charlot accepted the “seasoned veterans” of the Lukavaro District city patrol guards with a sigh. His appoi as Chief Clerk here was clearly the result of someone fearing he’d act as a “new broom” and root out problems, so they preemptively fled the se.