Deep Sea Embers Chapter 342: Morris’ clearance skills

Latest URL: When Duncan and Alice went to the cemetery together, Morris and Vanna were not idle. They came to the "Citizen Help Center" in the south of Uptown early in the morning to complete Duncan One thing to confess - to seek a stable and legal place to stay in the Frost City-State, if possible, it is best to have one or two more identities that can be revealed publicly.

After all, they may be active in this city-state for a long time, and they cannot live in hiding like those cultists.

Considering that Tirian's informants left in the city were no longer reliable, Maurice decided to find a way by himself.

Frost’s Citizen Help Center is a large domed building with two long side buildings around the main body. It is said to be the Citizen Help Center, but in fact this building is also used to receive visitors Visitors to the city-state and undertake a large number of third-party intermediary work, from the registration of house rental and sales, to the issuance of temporary passes, to the employment of short-term maids, gardeners, and laundry workers, almost all can be completed here-its long side The building is filled with all kinds of registration windows and offices, and the huge domed building is a hall that is always noisy and people come and go, which is quite different from Prand.

As soon as you walk into the huge dome building, you will be greeted with hot air. Frost’s unique high-pressure heating device dissipates the winter chill, and bright electric lights are hung high on the dome, making the whole building brightly lit. .

It has only just been opened for a short time now, but many people have already poured in. Citizens looking for short-term jobs or registering houses for rent and sale are passing through countless windows and counters. The "click" and "hiss" sounds made by the continuous activation of the air duct, and Duncan was obviously not used to the environment here. While carefully avoiding the flow of people around him, he whispered to Alice: "In the Prand, the human resources and housing rental desks are not going to be in one building.”

"You have to consider the cost of heating large buildings, and the time it takes to renovate a cold pump exchange station," Alice shook her head, "Most of the basic municipal facilities in this city are from the era of the Frost Queen Those left behind, but this glorious era has passed. After the Great Rebellion, the Frost City-State relied on the boiling gold industry to barely recover 40% of its vitality, but it is not easy to renovate the underground pipeline system and steam power network left by the Queen. things."

"Then just keep using it like this?" Duncan's eyes widened suddenly, "This is an antique from half a century ago!"

"Otherwise?" Morris sighed, "On the one hand, it is the decline of the city, on the other hand, the pressure of the population, and the reduction of the habitable area caused by the collapse of the sea cliff... half a century The previous facilities may indeed be a bit cramped until now, but they are barely enough. Since they are enough, then continue to use...

In fact, this is not only a problem of Frost, but also a problem of many old industrial city-states. Cities as vibrant as Prand are rare. "

The long wooden counter is placed against the wall, and the middle is divided into several grids with iron fences. Behind each grid sits a clerk in a gray-blue uniform—the expression on their faces is exactly the same as that of those around them. The iron fence next to him is as rigid, and he obviously intends to maintain this expression until the end of work.

"We arrived on a ghost ship that is not allowed in the world. You know, normal procedures will never solve this problem," Duncan said in a low voice, with a hint of a smile in his tone, "Extreme times, It's an extraordinary solution."

"... I think it is possible for Mr. Duncan to issue a legal ship registration certificate for the Lost Homeland?"

Morris looked as usual, and he spread his hands calmly: "I lost it, maybe it was lost when I left the dock, and the ship also left."

Duncan frowned and looked up at Morris.

Morris looked a little embarrassed when he just relaxed, while Duncan touched the tip of his nose and turned his head calmly.

Duncan looked at the moaning Morris with a half-smile. It was the first time he saw such a worried expression on the face of this old scholar who occasionally "scrupulously studied and abided by the rules" since he was a child. ······ Quite interesting.

"But I have something else," Mo

As Reese spoke, he fished out in his arms, took out a folded document and a small book with a dark red cover, and handed it over, "It should serve as a legal proof of identity."

"...Okay," Morris sighed, looking at the proof documents in his hand, "Don't Shirley know about this—next time this happens, I'd rather make a real one first." Ticket."

While speaking, Morris found the location of the floating population registration counter on the dazzling route guidance map above the hall, and he and the tall Duncan walked through the crowd,

Finally, they came to a relatively quiet counter.

The clerk in the grid immediately stopped what he was doing, raised his head, with a poker face showing a trace of displeasure: "That's not good, I have to prove the documents, go back to the pier to make up for it."

"Which pier?" The middle-aged clerk with a sallow face raised his eyelids and glanced at the old man opposite him. When he noticed a 1.8-meter man standing behind the old man, he was obviously startled, but the next step In seconds, he resumed his business-like tone, "Show me the dock certificate and boarding ticket."

The clerk subconsciously waved his hands: "If you don't have a dock certificate, you can't do it, and you can't do anything else..."

He saw the mark on the small book, so he didn't say anything further, then he stretched out his hand and opened the folded document, his eyes swept over it.

Morris sighed, looking at the middle-aged clerk in front of him who was obviously a little nervous, but still looked straight at him.

"The academic pass issued by the Academy of Truth and the Boundless Sea Navigation Council, the holder can stay and visit all the city-states protected by the righteous gods. During the stay, the local city-state universities under the Academy of Truth will automatically

As a guarantee unit," Morris said, pointing to the small red book again, "This is my certificate, a degree and a double certificate in theology from the Institute of Truth, and the rank is a professor."

The poker-like expression changed instantly.

A relaxed expression appeared on Morris's face.

The middle-aged clerk with a sallow face was stunned for a while, and finally slowly raised his head, looking a little at a loss: "Uh...good morning, Professor Morris... Nice to meet you, your identity Of course it is legal.

But the clerk paused immediately, as if struggling for a moment, and said stiffly: "But... I must at least know which ship you are on, this is...a rule."

"You need to know which ship I'm on," he said with a sigh, with a glint in his eyes, "prove it."

The clerk was stunned for a moment, his eyes seemed to flash in a daze, then he lowered his head, started to operate the clicking punching machine, and put the punching card into the pressure pipe container next to the counter.

"We need a residence permit, and we are also looking for a short-term rental house." Morris came to one of the grids, sat down on the creaking iron chair, and met the sallow face inside. The middle-aged man said, "We just went ashore today."

A moment later, with the hiss and click of the pipe, the card returned from an approval office deep in the building was sent back to the counter here.

The clerk stuffed the punch card into the small machine for reading, confirmed the serial number of the receipt and the anti-counterfeiting password, and then began to write the content required for the certification document, and at the same time said without looking up: "I am here You can only issue proof documents—you have to bring the proof documents to the west building and look for window A-12, where there should be short-term rental houses that meet your requirements.”

"Thank you," Morris took the opened document, paused and muttered softly, "Sorry."

After speaking, he and Duncan hurriedly left the counter and walked towards the next window.

"This is the first time I've done this kind of thing," said the old man in a low voice not long after he walked away, "I originally planned to rely on the normal document process to get this done..."

"What do you think?"

Duncan fell silent.

At the same time, Agatha, who had just started the on-site investigation and had not had time to return to the cathedral, received an urgent message from her subordinates from Cemetery No. 3 on the way.

A report letter - from the unnamed visitor.

As soon as I left, the letter was sent to the cemetery~IndoMTL.com~ Should I feel sorry for this mistaken miss, or should I feel sorry for the strange behavior of the "visitor"?

Sitting in the steam car, Agatha looked at the letter that had just been delivered to her, her eyes gradually becoming dull.

Anxiety spread in my heart, and one thing suddenly seemed urgent.

He put away the letter, thinking quickly in his mind.

"Turn around, go to Donggang."

The subordinate who was driving in front was a little surprised: "Shouldn't we go to the cathedral first?"

"The plan is changed, let's go to Donggang first," Agatha said firmly, "I have a not bad hunch...something might want to take the opportunity to land."

The driving subordinate was confused, but his instinct of obeying orders quickly suppressed his doubts.

The dark steam car accelerated at the next intersection, turned, and then sped towards the port area in the east of the city-state.