Half-elf Notebook

Chapter 167 Emergency

Lei Shi City, the military camp administrative building in the city.

William put down the report on "monitoring and clearing a Blood Gang hideout" in his hand, leaned back in the elastic leather office chair, and rubbed his sore and astringent eyes.

Outside the metal frame and high-quality transparent glass, it is no longer as dull and dim as it was in the past few days.

It is a rare and particularly pleasant weather in winter, with good blue sky views.

The scorching sun shines through the bay window, casting the delicate silhouette of the window frame clearly onto the purple-red desk, like burn marks left by flames.

Feeling the warmth coming from behind him, driving away the chill of early winter, William couldn't help but sincerely think - this weather is not suitable for working!

He should be in a well-reviewed coffee shop in the central district, leisurely reading this week's Cyril Province News or the Kingdom Weekly.

Waiting for the waiter to bring him a cup of fragrant coffee and a delicious breakfast!

Then go to a private club to have a few rounds of aristocratic entertainment with friends, which belongs to the high-income class.

Or you can find an intelligent and gentle girl and meet her at the Ferm Dessert Shop on Zilinghua Street to have a chat!

But then he thought of himself sitting in front of a pile of documents that needed to be processed at the end of the month, and his restless heart suddenly cooled down.

“Work is important, work is important.”

William muttered a few words to himself and began to rummage through the documents and reports on his desk again.

However, just as he stamped the last daily suburban and village patrol report to confirm that it had been approved.

Suddenly, his hand holding the ink pad froze.

Immediately, he threw down the seal that symbolized his identity as the deputy commander of the Lei Shi City garrison and grabbed the report he had just approved.

He flipped back page by page, one copy at a time, his eyes gradually becoming serious and incredulous.

William flipped through the pages quickly, the thick, wide pages making a popping sound in his hands.

——Thanks to the extraordinary memory of the senior magician, plus the word-for-word review work that was just completed not long ago.

William did not need to read every word of it.

But until the first suburban patrol report passed through his hands and was closed again, the seriousness on William's brows not only did not ease at all, but became even more solemn.

Just as he discovered when he first approved it.

This time, I still couldn't find the reports that should have appeared here on weekdays.

The three patrol teams on the eastern suburban main commercial road, led by Grimm, Watson and Bob, did not submit reports.

This is very unusual.

Normally, after completing their mission, the patrol team will compile what they saw and heard into a report and submit it to the administrative building during their rotation.

The time is usually 3 to 5 days, sometimes it will be a little later... but it will definitely happen.

What William was reading was all the necessary information and reports from last week.

——As the adjutant of the garrison commander, Nahal Schiffer, his superior was a genuine battlefield officer who had come from a real military background and had no interest in written documents. (Although he had no interest in them either)

Apart from patrol exercises, his main job is to handle documents.

Eighty to ninety percent of the military's important reports passed through his hands, and William was particularly sensitive to the lack and importance of the reports.

Now there are three patrol areas that are close to each other, and even slightly overlapping team reports have not appeared on his desktop in time.

His intuition and work experience told him intuitively.

This is by no means a simple coincidence.

The soldiers patrolling the suburbs are the supervisors of public security outside the city and the enforcers of the kingdom's laws.

They are also the eyes and ears of the city’s military, and scouts who warn the city of danger and invasion.

Their strangeness may mean that something unusual is brewing.

Of course, it could also be delayed by other things.

After the assassination of the Seventh Princess, he and the soldiers not only cracked down on and cleared the Blood Gang in the city, but also added a large number of investigation, arrest and patrol missions.

It is normal for soldiers to be negligent or even slack.

It would be better to say that merely submitting reports late is the least impactful and least important category.

But they did not take the time to report to him or the legion commander the reasons for the delay and the dereliction of duty.

Just for this reason, William needs to pay some attention.

William quickly put away the papers and files in front of him and sorted them into two categories: approved and unapproved.

He frowned slightly, his expression slightly solemn, and stood up and walked towards the office door.

In any case, he had to report this abnormality to Naihei and make some preparations.

As for the specific situation, it is not too late to confirm it afterwards.

This is his duty as the city's public guardian. He must be worthy of the medal and salary on his chest, unless he is powerless to do anything.

"Deputy Commander of the Drow Legion?"

The soldier guarding the door was surprised to see William walking out of his independent office:

"Do you need to inspect the training grounds? Or do you want to go on patrol yourself? There are a few city patrols that just happened to be back for a break."

The soldier naturally could not see whether any of his colleagues had actually returned to the barracks for their shifts, but he knew his superiors and was very clear about it.

If you work in an office for too long, you'll always disappear for an afternoon. He just gave his boss an excuse and asked about the itinerary according to the procedure.

So that I can have an explanation when Alice, the recorder, comes.

This is better than just disappearing and leaving an open window... the soldier muttered to himself.

"No"

William waved his hand, looking serious:

"One of you goes down to the various captains and asks them to organize 200 of the best-equipped soldiers, bring crossbows or longbows, and be on standby at the southeastern two districts' city walls within an hour."

"I'll go directly there to find Captain Naihei and tell Recorder Alice what I'm talking about."

"Yes!"

The soldier's response was powerful and he didn't understand why the deputy commander made such a huge move.

But he didn't ask any more questions, as that was what a part-time messenger should do.

And it’s always like this with missions and emergencies.

Just like suppressing the South Side gang riot two months ago, you never know when those critical city, damn troublemakers will pop up.

And Deputy Commander Drow must have his reasons.

The soldier thinking this had already hurried away, faithfully carrying out the assigned task.

"I hope nothing really happens."

William lowered the school star military cap on his head.