Chapter 1394: Chapter 1237: Seizing the Underworld Branch Agency
Lair Des...
Looking at the photo in the file, depicting an old man with a thin face holding a certificate of excellence from a literacy class, Leon fell silent for a moment. Then he lifted his head and looked toward Miss Bumper.
"Did Taurus mention why I’m supposed to pay attention to this person when she asked you to bring the files over?"
"She did mention it."
Miss Bumper answered cautiously:
"Taurus said that based on her and the other two directors’ judgment, there’s over a ninety percent chance that the target you’ve been looking for is him."
"..."
So this dried-up old man... is very likely the Graveyard Dominator?!
Upon receiving the affirmative response, Leon immediately took a deep breath, feeling a headache intensifying.
If this old man is indeed the Graveyard Dominator, then his mysterious disappearance for the past five months might really have a reasonable explanation... dragged off to an adult literacy class!
Two months of literacy classes, one month of judicial exam preparation, plus over two months of internship at the Judgement Hall, perfectly fill the time frame of the Graveyard Dominator’s disappearance.
Considering the inaccessible small village noted in the background section, and the almost completely eradicated current hunger issues, Taurus and her board making such a judgment does have some sense to it, but...
What happened to seizing the local Mortal Bureau? How did you, the dignified Graveyard Dominator, end up here collecting a salary?
...
"Lair?"
Looking at the stack of files piled up on the table, a middle-aged man with a face of grievance couldn’t help but call out to the old man buried in the corner of the office flipping through documents.
"It’s already been two hours since everyone else left; aren’t you planning to go too?"
"Sorry, Deputy Judge."
Seeming accustomed to such inquiries, the dried-up old man... or rather, the Graveyard Dominator under the alias Lair Des, continued to rapidly flip through the files in his hand without looking up:
"While sorting out the backlog of our ’Evil Punishment Hall,’ I discovered some lingering cases from the past two years. There are many valuable precedents in them, and I want to ponder over them more before the Punishment Hall opens tomorrow morning."
"Oh..."
Listening to the rustle of the old man’s file-flipping, the middle-aged man hesitated slightly, his just-raised butt reluctantly sank back onto the chair.
Damn, this new young... new old guy really rolls hard!
With cases at hand, hearings to attend, files to flip, work to do, his single month’s attendance surpasses mine for a year. His court attendance speed even outpaces the filing and reporting process afterward.
What’s more abnormal is that although he has just become official, he’s never mistaken, with a sharp eye for details; even the file formatting is flawless, and his handwriting resembles printed fonts, with the curves of the letters matching perfectly. This really is...
Can’t keep up serving him!
Looking at the papers piling into two small mountains on his desk awaiting feedback, the middle-aged man responsible for interfacing with the "King of Rolling" found himself painfully covering his face, vigorously rubbing it against the desk.
Though we’re all deceased and can’t actually drop dead from overworking, your way of rolling is something else!
What’s crucial is that your rolling doesn’t just affect you; my work includes liaising with all judges, and I handle all reporting and archiving for the hall, ever since you started your insane rolling, I can hardly go home and am compelled to stay to collect files with you every day!
May the Food God above witness the evaluation I give to this old man and let the higher-ups see it so they can promote him before the year’s end! If nothing else, give him my position! Should I continue being forced into this rolling scenario, I might as well reincarnate directly!
"Lair..."
Like he’s been pricked by a needle, the uneasy Deputy Judge shifted awkwardly in his seat, mostly strict with his subordinates, often criticizing them for insufficient efforts, and finally mustered some courage to speak to the new super-productive worker in the corner:
"While it’s good to love work, we also need to consider the balance between work and rest. You haven’t been home for over thirty days, how about I approve a two-day leave for you to rest and spend some time with your family..."
"No need."
Raising his head amidst the busyness, with curiosity he glanced at this deceased person who seemed somewhat resigned, the Graveyard Dominator lowered his head again, flipping through the materials he stole yesterday while replying blandly:
"I have no family."
"Ah... that is true, haha... I thought so too..."
I’ve been rolled into confusion, actually mentioning family to him... if he even had a dog at home, this bastard wouldn’t roll this hard!
After awkwardly laughing twice, the unlucky Deputy Judge thought for a moment, then continued probing:
"Even without family, you can’t just keep working overtime! People... um... though we’ve passed, we still need some personal time, occasionally find some fun, can’t invest our limited afterlife into unlimited overtime, right?"
"It’s fine, Deputy Judge."
Gazing at the materials on "reincarnation," "rebirth," and other Netherworld Bureau operation modes on the table, with his eyes gleaming, the Graveyard Dominator unceremoniously responded:
