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 mont. Then he lifted his head and looked toward Miss Bumper.
"Did Taurus ntion why I’m supposed to pay attention to this person when she asked you to bring the files over?"
"She did ntion it."
Miss Bumper answered cautiously:
"Taurus said that based on her and the other two directors’ judgnt, 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 imdiately 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 Judgent Hall, perfectly fill the ti fra 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 judgnt does have so 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 docunts.
"It’s already been two hours since everyone else left; aren’t you planning to go too?"
"Sorry, Deputy Judge."
Seeming accustod 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 Punishnt Hall,’ I discovered so lingering cases from the past two years. There are many valuable precedents in them, and I want to ponder over them more before the Punishnt 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 beco 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 sothing 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 ho 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 so 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 ho for over thirty days, how about I approve a two-day leave for you to rest and spend so ti with your family..."
"No need."
Raising his head amidst the busyness, with curiosity he glanced at this deceased person who seed sowhat 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 ntioning family to him... if he even had a dog at ho, this bastard wouldn’t roll this hard!
After awkwardly laughing twice, the unlucky Deputy Judge thought for a mont, then continued probing:
"Even without family, you can’t just keep working overti! People... um... though we’ve passed, we still need so personal ti, occasionally find so fun, can’t invest our limited afterlife into unlimited overti, 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:
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