The city government response hall was dimly lit, the light casting somber hues upon the mahogany floor.
At this moment, whether demons or Forest Elves, trolls or humans, all unanimously ceased their work and fixed their gazes on a particular workstation.
I've worked here for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen such a lively character.
He actually dared to directly insult a citizen.
And to insult them so deeply and so artfully...
He's definitely doomed, right?
We're all seasoned veterans here, having worked in the response hall for years without being sacked, our edges smoothed, our spirits tamed.
No matter how the citizens insult us, we must reply patiently and apologize sincerely,
Even though the mistakes aren't ours, we still have to apologize—otherwise, would our leaders do it?
Everyone was staring at An Su, truly curious about how this newcomer would manage and whether he could survive what comes next.
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