Our Family Has Fallen
Chapter 1104 - 611: Reorganizing the Security Team (2)
After receiving repeated affirmations, he couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment.
Lance saw his expression and jokingly asked further.
"Let me put it this way, how long has it been since you took a vacation?"
"Uh... the last time I took a vacation was... last time."
Walter couldn’t quite remember the exact time, but it indeed had been a long time without a break.
However, with the current challenges in Hamlet’s law enforcement, how could he possibly take some time off?
"So, you see, addressing mental health is simple, just take vacations, one day a week, and when facing serious duties, a vacation can relieve stress."
Lance was basically a workhorse in his previous life, surely he knew which methods were most effective.
But taking a vacation is indeed not easy to arrange, even modern vacations are rather abstract, so caution is necessary.
It isn’t modern times now, there basically aren’t any notions of vacations.
Implementing a two-day monthly vacation by Lance was already a significant improvement, it was enforced through his efforts.
The cost was there too, initially Tiffany was the most opposed, having the shrewdness of Walter, but primarily due to lack of money.
Yet now Tiffany probably wouldn’t care anymore, maybe she hasn’t finished counting the money yet.
"Police and specific professions should rest four days a month, one day a week, so they can return to their families and their own lives.
Think about how long it’s been since you’ve taken Fergus hunting together? I think this kid is itching to run around."
As Lance spoke, he reached out to pet Fergus’ head, signaling to him, "Right, Fergus?"
"Woof! Woof woof woof!"
Walter had no objections this time, sometimes people shouldn’t just work, returning to life is what makes one human.
Of course, what Lance said was the simplest part, there are many details behind it.
Such as establishing psychological assessment mechanisms and conducting long-term research related to it.
And then...
These related issues are destined not to be solved in one go, rather they require lengthy adjustments.
But before that, Lance had one matter to discuss with Walter.
"How are the recent complaints and reports?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Walter’s state returned, seemingly sensing the Lord’s implications.
"There are some situations, we’re still collecting evidence."
Venting hatred requires evidence, even though technology hasn’t advanced to that level, at least the eyewitness and physical evidence must be complete.
Walter was busy with these things, naturally, there had to be some gains.
Lance wasn’t surprised by this affirmative response, as human nature cannot be guessed but does not mean he will allow it.
"Without removing weeds from the fields, grains won’t grow as weeds absorb the nutrients.
So we must constantly clear these weeds to ensure a bountiful harvest. Let’s call the operation ’Autumn Harvest’."
Soon, Walter left with Fergus, yet many didn’t realize their conversation had decided the fates of many people.
With that, Lance got up and returned to seek out Amanda.
She hadn’t gotten up yet, lying on the bed hugging a pillow, covered lightly by a thin blanket over the critical areas, yet it couldn’t conceal her admirable figure, if anything, it outlined her curves.
Lance had heard her say that lying down felt like something pressed on her chest, so she slept this way to avoid feeling suffocated.
Indeed, if you wish to wear the crown, you must bear its weight.
"Not getting up yet? It’s time for lunch, not breakfast." Lance teased as he saw her lazy after-sleep demeanor.
"Then do you want breakfast~ or lunch?" Amanda tilted her head, slightly risen, with a hint of temptation in her words.
She slowly pulled the thin blanket covering her, revealing her luscious yet trim legs, showing a healthy, vibrant tan.
Lance merely smiled at this, a defeated soldier yet so brazen?
But he had business, no intention of playing with her, and directly stated his purpose.
"I want to know if the Empire Emperor or his family has any extraordinary means?"
"Why ask such? Came here for just this?" Amanda’s immediate direct query seemed to have dimmed her interest.
"Wrong, it’s all your fault."
"Ah?" Amanda was stunned, turning back abruptly, her long hair flowing.
"I should have asked last night, but seeing you made me forget." Lance sat beside the bed, moving aside her thick, wavy long hair, revealing her slightly stunned face, "Your allure is to blame."
Amanda’s face shifted, unable to suppress her smug smile.
"How many women have you said that to?"
"Am I such a person? Don’t slander me, okay."
......
"Alright, please sign here." The staff flipped the documents and gestured, looking quizzically at the woman.
Sofia was somewhat reluctant, but eventually signed the fake name she currently used.
Once confirmed, the staff did not waste any more words, taking away all documents without leaving a single paper.
Sofia stared at the bare table in a daze for a while.
She had just started, and suddenly...
With indescribable emotions, Sofia immediately thought of her backer, getting up to find Grendel.
Yet the usual workplaces were empty, and access to the top-floor office required prior appointments.
Just knowing she had left this morning, having done so many times over the past half month, and now barred entry?
Once accustomed to certain things, they seem normal, but a sudden loss feels strikingly different.
As if people nodded and bowed yesterday, but today coldness and distance are evident, who can handle that feeling?
Sofia anxiously searched the town, eventually finding Grendel leisurely watering plants, quickly approached her.
"Miss Dai’er, I wanted to report earlier, but they stopped me and took everything away, ejecting me." Sofia paused, uncertainly hesitating, then added, "Could it be... you were also ejected?"
With distrust, Grendel quickly realized the hidden trap within these words.
Pretending to be pitiful? Emphasizing similar encounters? Want me to intervene? Stir conflict with Lance?
Leaning on my reputation to do what? Who knows what you’ve done with it without the Lord’s reminder?
You vile woman dare call me sister?
Grendel would poison her, but currently retained a gentle and serene smile, calmly explaining.
"I was always temporary, now that the Lord returns, I must retreat, and you weren’t really in the system, I just pulled you to assist, now both retreat it’s no problem.
Finally no need for those bothersome affairs, have time to tend to these plants, aren’t they better than before?"
As Grendel looked at the flowers, her smile became more genuine, their beauty defiant even in autumn.
Sofia felt awkward and helpless, was it sarcasm in such speech?
Grendel noticed Sofia’s discomfort, like thinking of something, further supplementing.
"But don’t worry about work, I’ve found you a better position."
"What position?" Sofia returned her focus, knowing in tedious procedure that it’ll be fixed once complete...
"Bartender, I indeed begged the Lord for it, work is relaxed, good pay, and well-made creations earn bonuses, very competitive."
Sofia’s worry mounted, her smile froze.