I, who was eager to retire, became an Imperial General.

Chapter 94 An unexpected helper

Similar incidents to those involving Carl and Jordan continued to unfold in the town of Bahamut. After two days of reflection, the town's residents, who had initially been hesitant and wary of John's new economic revitalization project, went from signing up gradually to practically scrambling to participate.

Many of them brought their families to work as laborers, but looking at the man with the cane, his hair gray, patting his chest vigorously, and repeatedly saying that he could do a somersault on the spot to show him, I was deeply impressed.

The old man intended to use this to prove that he was physically strong and capable of working as a road construction worker.

After a long silence, John finally had Glenn, who was grinning from ear to ear, add an age limit to the job posting.

With the development policy receiving an unprecedented response from the town's residents, three days passed in the blink of an eye as John and Glenn busied themselves constantly revising the policy based on local conditions and adding new provisions.

During these three days, in addition to creating a large number of new jobs and renovating and rebuilding the existing chamber of commerce, John also added an oversight department within the town government.

However, since he needed to personally review and revise a large number of policies, and Glenn was the only person he could currently command, Major John, who had been working non-stop for two days and was almost exhausted, sent a request for help to Dormammu after careful consideration.

At the same time, the town government also posted a notice on its bulletin board announcing the recruitment of political officers.

Unfortunately, the town of Bahamut is only so big, and even though John had relaxed his requirements as much as possible, there weren't many people who could meet his minimum standards.

Dormammu's reply was that it would take at least two days for the group of government officials he had helped apply for to arrive in Longeye Territory from Eleno.

So even though he was filled with helplessness, John had no choice but to become a tireless mule and start engaging in the most intense involution in the industry with the workaholic Glenn.

"Sir, you've been working for two days straight. Go and rest. You're crucial to the revival of Longyan Territory, so please take good care of yourself. Leave the rest of the documents to me; I can manage on my end!"

Inside the office.

Upon hearing this, Major John, whose face was ashen and whose eyelids were drooping, turned his head somewhat blankly to look at the figure speaking beside him.

After seeing Glenn's pale face and bloodshot eyes from overuse, who hadn't rested for four days and four nights since agreeing to take on the role of head of economic revitalization, I realized that he was in a terrible state.

John's nearly exhausted brain couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

No, I think you should rest more than I should.

So, do you have some kind of special constitution?
If you've stayed up for four days straight and haven't died from overwork, are you even human?
You monster! You're a monster at work!
John, having witnessed the power of the otherworldly scroll king, couldn't help but shout in his heart.

But feeling my eyelids almost glued together, and looking at the mountain of documents on the table.

Although he really wanted to dump all these damn documents on the little bull and horse beside him, he thought that Glenn was the only person he could use. If he really worked him to death, and Dormammu then assigned a brilliant mayor to Dragoneye, the residents of Dragoneye would suffer.

Therefore, even though he was so sleepy that he was seeing stars, Major John still mustered his strength.

Just as he was trying to force a smile to show this war god that he could still hold on, the door was suddenly kicked open, and then, to John's astonishment, three figures came into view.

"Captain, Lieutenant Leia and I have found reinforcements for you. Now you can finally get some rest. Heh heh, you'd better thank Wendy properly later!"

Lieutenant Wendy, with a smug look on her face, put her hands on her hips and spoke.

Behind her were two figures, one tall and one short, namely Leia and Serbia.

However, compared to the miserable state she was in when she was captured, Serbia, who now had the right to move around under the special prisoner-of-war terms given by John, was now wearing a long black dress.

She regained her usual aloof and arrogant demeanor, combined with her extraordinary red hair and exquisite appearance, especially her confident red eyes that conveyed wisdom and strength.

It makes a deep impression at first glance.

"..."

Upon seeing the two men slumped over the table, trying to stay awake, seemingly lost in thought, their expressions somewhat blank, Serbia couldn't help but frown.

Without waiting for Wendy to explain, she walked straight to the square table, leaving John and Wendy bewildered, and picked up a document.

After glancing at it briefly with his wine-red pupils, he casually tossed it into the trash can, then sneered at John without hesitation:

"Are you an idiot?"

"Huh?" John was completely bewildered by the insult. After two days and two nights of relentless work with a mountain of documents, his thinking ability had slowed down considerably, but he was still managing to stay alert.

Seeing the other person enter and immediately begin to berate him without saying a word, he, already burdened by a mountain of negative emotions due to this damned job, couldn't help but darken his face and angrily retort:
"What do you know..."

"Even a trivial matter like requisitioning supplies requires special review by the State Administration. John Maslow, are you taking the State Administration too lightly? Or have you contracted a disease where you'll die if you don't handle everything personally?"

Serbia paid no attention to the inexplicably dangerous gazes of the two girls behind him, still looking down on this fool who was good at manipulating people's hearts but was so stupid that he had made himself half dead.

But he knew that continuing to berate the other party for being stupid would only bring him no benefit other than letting the terrifying girl behind him beat him half to death.

So Serbia suppressed his urge to verbally abuse the imperial dog and avenge his previous humiliation, and instead coldly glanced at Glenn, who was standing to the side with a look of surprise, his tone disgusted and sarcastic:

"Did you forget everything I taught you before, Glenn? Or has your brain finally been stuffed to its limit by those useless legal statutes, to the point that you've forgotten even the most basic principles of handling things?"

"I'm sorry, Chief, I've disappointed you."

Upon hearing Serbia's angry rebuke, Glenn did not refute it, but instead honestly admitted his mistake.

Perhaps because the other party's apology was sincere, or perhaps because he sensed the increasingly obvious murderous intent of the terrifying girl behind him, Serbia took a deep breath and pulled out a chair and sat down amidst everyone's surprised gazes.

Without saying a word, he silently picked up the document and began to review it.

She flipped through the pages extremely quickly, basically putting them down after only a few quick glances.

However, the placement of the documents varied, and for some documents, after a quick scan, she would simply throw them on the ground without a second glance.

This……

John picked up the discarded document from Serbia with some unease and examined it. He discovered that the document contained only a request from the village of 'Babnash' under the name of Longyan Territory, applying for the right to fly the imperial flag.

Combined with the pile of documents that were originally chaotic, but which were now being neatly arranged and organized under the rapid sorting by the Serbians, they became orderly.

John suddenly realized what Serbia, who was being stared at with a death stare by Leia and was organizing documents with an unhappy expression, was doing.

The other party is helping him categorize the documents according to their importance!
Normally, this kind of work, which is just a secretary's job, might not seem very important.

However, if we consider the current situation where there are only two full-time political appointees, they would be considered saviors.

Now he can finally rest with a clear conscience.

But what was Serbia thinking that would offer to help them?
This isn't like her at all!

John was puzzled, but after thinking for a moment, he sincerely thanked the future Red Dragon God of War:

"Thank you, that's a great help."

"Humph!"

Serbia merely snorted in response and did not offer any further comment, but the icy expression on his face softened considerably after the thank you.

As she reviewed the documents, she glanced out of the corner of her eye at John, who was walking towards his temporary bed, rubbing his aching back at Wendy's urging, and reflected on the changes in Bahamut town over the past few days.

As she gazed at the figure, a complex, indescribable emotion flickered in her deep red pupils.

However, she quickly suppressed this emotion and, under Leia's unwavering watchful gaze, began to examine the troublesome documents with even greater seriousness.

At the same time, the movement of flipping through the pages became even more subtle after hearing the snoring coming from next door.

"rustle."

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(End of this chapter)