Is the Evil God Me?

20p lunch.

When Lynn bit into the juicy little steak and sent it to his mouth with a piece of cake dipped in grease, he finally achieved his previous goal with his own efforts, and tears of happiness were almost seeping out.

The body is the capital of revolution.

No matter what you do, it's no use if you are not in good health. If you want to be healthy, it is natural to eat well and to eat well. After Lin En figured it out, he temporarily forgot the troubles in Xiacheng District. He is just an ordinary person and not a librarian, so he should take care of it first. yourself and those around you.

At lunchtime, the clerical office was filled with a strong aroma of food, and this smell often lasted until the evening to disperse.

Everyone gathered together in twos and threes, and chatted about interesting things outside of work while enjoying lunch. For example, is the Poor Relief Act useful recently? Is the Grain Import Act going to be abolished? Those parades and the military police have clashed again. In a word, outside the peaceful environment inside [Lantern Bearer], everyone can smell the faint smell in the air. smell of gunpowder.

Clark took Lynn to the secretariat's small balcony for dinner.

While the two were enjoying lunch, they unknowingly talked about paperwork again.

Lynn was curious about how much she had to learn about clerical work.

"When you learn to be able to remember all the member information of an organization accurately at a glance without the use of archives, or when you have mastered economic laws and can support the overall operation of the steam factory in the bureau, I don't think I have anything. Something to teach you."

Clark said so slowly, biting into a sandwich.

Feelings, you alone are about to catch up with the human computer.

From the words and from occupying the balcony table and chairs, he understood Mr. Clark's position in the clerical office more intuitively, and Lynn couldn't help feeling a little admiration for him.

He was able to perform so dazzlingly by relying on his wisdom and hypermemory symptoms in the lower reaches of history, and people like Bill and Clark were born in this era and achieved such achievements entirely by their own efforts. Excellence requires respect.

It's not that Lynn is inexplicably inferior, but he feels that his efforts are far from enough. He has such a big advantage. Naturally, he has to work harder to break through himself in order to be worthy of his talent and wisdom.

"Mr. Clark, what do you think of the recent situation?"

He happened to hear the rhetoric floating out of the room, and the argument between the two gentlemen fell into Lynn's ears, and he took the opportunity to ask Clark.

"What's the situation? I think the war should be over soon." Clark didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

"Why do you think so?"

Lynn was a little surprised. Although the current social ethos is to expect peace as the mainstream, the military and the capitalists who have invested resources do not want this war to end peacefully in such a confused way.

The whole continent was in a stalemate for bloodletting. It is said that soldiers from various parties put down their weapons and walked out of the trenches to hold a sports meeting on the Winter Spirit's Day last year. But in any case, this stalemate is likely to become a protracted and bad war, which is the prediction of many politicians.

Clark's determination seems to be different from Lynn's conviction that he can see the essence of war directly.

"I ask you, why did the Cabinet recently decide to repeal the Corn Import Act and decide to enact a new Poor Act?"

Talking about politics is a gentleman's pleasure and learning.

Since he can teach and entertain, Mr. Clark is also happy to use Lynn's ideas.

'Why? ’

Lynn thought subconsciously. To be honest, he himself is very slow about various bills. The reason for this is naturally that he thinks that the statute is similar to a **** wipe. A politician's promise is like a bitch's oath,

"The grain import bill involves local grain planting. In order to maintain the front line, we need a large number of people to enter the military factory. The new poverty relief bill is to adjust the impact of the readjustment of the industrial structure during this period." Lynn quickly gave My own answer is that the mouthpiece of the post bar before crossing is not in vain.

"The answer is very good. The apes in the economics of Livia should really come to listen to your answer, instead of foolishly studying whether the eggs in the bowl of civilians will affect the economy as a whole."

Clark's witty tone was uniquely mean. He looked down on some university professors who had a false name from the bottom of his heart. Researching knowledge ruined his brain, and it seemed ridiculous that the subject was completely divorced from reality.

"Actually, you missed a bit."

"Please clarify my doubts." Lynn really didn't know what he had missed.

"Do you know how many young people went to the battlefield under the agitation of white feathers in this war, and how many were killed?"

White feathers were gifts used by noble ladies to humiliate men who did not go to war in the early days of the Albion Kingdom War. At that time, giving white feathers was the highest degree of humiliation. Many men who did not enlist due to physical reasons were humiliated. So humiliated that even suicide is used to wash away the humiliation.

Lynn was thoughtful when he heard this, Clark looked at him with a slight smile and did not continue.

Because this is too simple and too real and cruel.

Lin En, who soon came to a realization, couldn't help sighing and shook his head, as expected, the most worthless thing is human life. He is now able to sit here and enjoy a rich lunch, largely because of good luck. Just thinking about some unlucky fates, Lynn feels that he can't feel any warmth from his surroundings. UU reading www. uukanshu. com

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The investigation of the [Mainland Medical Doctor Association] will not be completed for a while.

Naturally, Lynn, who was the counselor, had no reason to come over. He just followed Mr. Clark to continue to familiarize himself with the paperwork. After fully understanding that Lynn had mastered the [Muran language], Mr. Clark decided to arrange some [Lanhu Language] and [Vatican] lessons for him based on Lynn's practice and experience.

[Lanhu language] is an ancient language from the far south continent, while [Van'er language] is an astral language.

Generally speaking, it is enough to use [Miaoran] in the external world, but if you want to further your studies, these two languages ​​are obviously indispensable. Many secret books cannot be translated by simply relying on [Miaolan].

It's a side question. Clark asked Lynn to read it first when he had time.

In the face of Mr. Clark's arrangement, of course, Mr. Lynn can only accept all of it. It's not that Clark wants to torture Lynn, but tailor-made lessons for Lynn.

Maybe Lynn is also very satisfied.

Knowing that the little gentleman would sooner or later leave the clerical office and become an Extraordinary, he just wanted to teach Lynn everything he knew and mastered, as if he were a teacher. He often looked at Lynn when he was communicating with him, as if looking at someone through him.

Although he knew that Mr. Clark was taking care of himself, Lynn was emotionally depressed.

Looking at the young man's helpless but happy face, Sophia smiled lightly and reached out to help Lin En sort out the loose platinum strands.

"Sophia, are you listening?" Lin En raised his head, brushed his lips against the palm of his childhood sweetheart, and asked indifferently.