Every visitor who comes to the Trident Sword headquarters office for the first time will be amazed at its smallness and inconspicuousness, which completely does not match the great reputation of this institution in the alliance.

There is a bronze plaque hanging on the door, with a badge with three small swords crossed on it, and the full name of the institution where it is stationed. The bronze plaque is very shiny, and it can be seen that someone has been taking care of it with care.

The threshold and door frame are engraved with anti-black magic and anti-curse runes, and the smooth marble floor reflects the candlelight on the ceiling, like starlight interspersed with each other, forming a guardian circle covering the entire office; even the floor There will be no waste in the gaps. From time to time, a smear of curse light will emerge from the gaps, scanning every visitor calmly, checking the robe corners, cufflinks and pointed wizard hats of the guests to ensure that they will not suddenly Have a blast in the office.

Entering the office, there are rows of wooden chairs on the left, visitors holding parchment slips, waiting in line, and from time to time, a grumpy dustbin rattles past the feet of the guests, slapping it The deformed cover collects every scrap of paper within its domain.

On the right hand side is a row of arched doors that are sunken inwards. Door gods and peach charms are hung on each door. The door gods patrolling above are full of energy all the year round, but they can't see the dark circles under their eyes. Some people say that it is because the three-pronged sword offers rich offerings to the door gods, while others say that the staff of the three-pronged sword often secretly change the door gods 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 hand and the right hand is a boxy desk in the shape of a zigzag, inside which sits Agatha, the receptionist of the three-pronged sword. Well, before Commissioner Robert took office, she could still wear skirts—her daily job is to provide different types of keys according to the different requirements of visitors. Visitors who have taken the keys walk to the wooden door and open the door. Go to the destination.

Agatha has been sitting in this "back" desk since she was eighteen years old. She didn't get into the No. 1 University. Fortunately, the elders in the family still had a bit of face, and through the recommendation, she was offered this iron job.

Up to now, it has been more than thirty years.

She has also changed from a flowery girl to the kind of aunt she once hated—obese figure, loud voice when speaking, thick lead powder on her face—year after year of boring work, making her She lost her love for life, and most of the time she just kept a straight face, answering the seemingly endless but in fact few pitiful questions of the visitors with a few short words.

Only a handsome wizard passing by occasionally can exchange for her slightly gentle attitude.

like now.

A group of young hunters who can clearly judge that they have just walked out of school are standing nervously outside the counter. The awkward and delicate little faces make Agatha's motherhood go crazy, and she just wants to reach out and pinch them. bright face.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" She asked gently, at the same time quietly opened the drawer, and swept the half-eaten waffles on the table into the drawer quietly.

Before the young wizards had time to speak, an old wizard with a big belly, a long robe and a flamboyant green vest hurried out from an archway and slapped a brass key in front of her.

"Agatha! I'm going to the Emergency Response Office, not the Supervision Department!" The fat wizard said with a hint of annoyance, "You almost ruined my event!"

"If you didn't intend to bribe the commissioner of the Quick Response Office, there would be no trouble." The witch behind the counter's face changed, and her tone became much stiffer.

If it wasn't for worrying about scaring the young guys next to her, her voice could be raised a few more scales, and her words could be richer.

"What... a bribe!"

The fat old wizard's voice was extremely high for the first two words, and his voice was extremely low for the last two words, and he looked around furtively, like a cat stealing dried fish.

The young wizard headed by the hunters couldn't help but smile.

The old wizard glanced at him with dissatisfaction, then looked at the receptionist at the writing table, and added, "...I just want to thank the staff in the quick response office for their responsibility and professionalism in handling affairs... these young men What are you doing?"

He stretched out his stubby fingers and pointed to the young hunters.

"School business." Agatha replied coldly, and at the same time picked out another brass key from the box in front of her, and threw it on the finger that the old wizard held out.

"School? First University?"

The old wizard's eyes lit up, he put away the key, and the original dissatisfaction on his face quickly disappeared, turning into a group of warm smiles: "Sure enough, he is a man of talent, extraordinary! My lord, Marvin Smith, runs a small alchemy workshop, and my ancestor Kyle Smith was a student at First University Alpha College…”

While speaking, a rather gorgeous business card was handed over.

The young hunter in the lead was caught off guard for a moment, and looked back at the short wizard with black-rimmed glasses behind him, as if he was not sure whether to accept that business card~lightnovelpub.net~ Your family has not had one for two consecutive generations. Entered the first university, how to deal with these young people! "

The receptionist behind the desk snatched the business card and threw it into the box in front of him. With a tiger face, he pointed to an empty arch not far away: "...don't disturb the visitors of the Three-Pronged Sword!"

As if to comment on her words, three faint curse lights rose from the cracks in the bricks under Marvin Smith's feet, brushed against his robe in a staggered manner, and then slowly disappeared into the ceiling above his head.

The chubby old wizard laughed dryly, not daring to talk anymore, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his shiny forehead, nodded to the young wizard and the receptionist, walked backwards, and quickly got into an arch.

Only then did Agatha turn around, look at the young hunters, and repeated what she had asked before: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Her demeanor softened again.

The leading young wizard cleared his throat, and tried to reply in a calm voice: "We are here to see the inspector."

"Examiner?"

Hearing this position, Agatha raised her eyebrows in surprise, and did not hide the suspicion in her eyes at all: "Are you here to carry out the alliance hunting mission?"

She confirmed that there were five young people in total, and it was indeed a standard hunting team.

"Yes."

The leading young wizard handed over a piece of parchment and a badge: "This is the permission material issued by the school working committee and the hunting committee... and our hunting team badge."

Agatha took the material, and the rigid and mechanical content on the parchment and a row of shining red seals below proved what the young wizard said.

The badge was made of ordinary brass, and the word 'forgiveness' was engraved in small script on the shield-shaped base.