Miss President wants to talk to you

"I must be the one to step in!"

Eleanor said, “Ms. Louise, have you forgotten that only when I make a promise to them will it be convincing?”

"Otherwise, Miss Rosef will have to go herself."

you?

Louise wasn't underestimating Eleanor, but he was, after all, a nobody now...

and many more?

wrong!

Suddenly, Louise realized what was happening.

Where does this idea of ​​someone having little influence come from?

Since the airing of "The Federal Government," Eleanor is arguably the most influential person in the Federation besides the President.

Because he represents the president!

Especially after yesterday's investigation into the embezzlement of public funds, Eleanor's image has gained an additional layer of halo as someone who speaks out for the people.

If it were him speaking, those veterans might actually be willing to listen!

But Louise still felt unsafe.

"How about this, Eleanor, I'll come with you?"

Louise suggested, "Don't underestimate me just because I'm a patient. I'm still a witch, so if anything happens, I can definitely help you escape."

No, no, no!

Eleanor quickly said, "Ms. Louise, the president can't do without you right now. Are you coming with me to leave Miss Rosef alone in the White House?"

Louise thought about it and agreed.

She turned to look at Rosef.

Rosef happened to look over as well, and their eyes met. The President blinked.

"All right……"

Louise was convinced. "But Eleanor, you can't just go there alone. There must be some security measures."

Eleanor had also taken this into consideration.

"How about this, Ms. Louise, let Edgar Hoffer come with me?"

“I trust her skills, and I can also chat with her about the upcoming show.”

Edgar?

Louise considered it for a moment and decided that this person was a good choice.

It's settled then.

……

Half an hour later, Eleanor met with Edgar Hoffer, the director of the Norton Bureau of Investigation, in his office.

The Norton Bureau of Investigation is not nearly as terrifying in size as it is today.

It is merely an agency that maintains domestic stability, and its functions even overlap with those of the police.

"Mr. Hopkins, it's an honor to meet you!"

As soon as Edgar entered, he subtly scanned Elinor from head to toe.

She listened to the radio program last night.

As an intelligence professional, Edgar was extremely curious about Eleanor's seemingly effortless intelligence-gathering abilities.

How did he manage to do that?

Does the president really have a secret agency dedicated to collecting intelligence?

If so, what should the Norton Bureau of Investigation do?

Is there still a need for it to exist?

A series of questions lingered in Edgar's mind, and he longed for answers.

Unfortunately, now is not the time to ask.

“Mr. Hopkins, I have been entrusted by Ms. Louise to take charge of your security.”

Edgar hesitated for a moment, "Sir, are you really sure you want to face those veterans?"

"With all due respect, those people are survivors of brutal, meat-grinding battles, and contact with them could be dangerous."

Eleanor shook his head, disagreeing with Edgar's point of view.

"You say this group is dangerous, so why didn't they fight back when they were suppressed last year?"

“This…” Edgar was speechless for a moment.

“Ms. Hoffer, you shouldn’t look at them from your professional perspective.”

Eleanor said, "They are heroes who fought for their country, not the gangsters you deal with every day."

"Their demands are reasonable, but the federal government simply cannot come up with such a large sum of money right now."

"I'll go see them, explain things clearly, and I believe they'll understand."

can you?

Edgar didn't believe it.

Those veterans who dared to come to Washington to demand their unpaid wages were people who had lost their jobs during the Great Depression and were barely able to survive.

There may also be support from the president's opponents behind this.

Do you really think you can just go back obediently because of what Eleanor said?

What makes you so eloquent?

Despite these thoughts, Edgar still had to finish his work.

"Even so, we still need to take necessary precautions!"

Edgar took out a wooden box and handed it to Eleanor.

"Mr. Hopkins, please take this with you. In case anything goes wrong, it will at least protect your safety."

"what is this?"

Eleanor took the wooden box and opened it. When he saw what was inside, he was stunned.

Inside the box was a pistol, black and silver in color, with fine, dark blue runes engraved on its body.

"This is?"

"The Magic Pistol, model M-1923, can be loaded with non-lethal ammunition, so that even if it is fired in a crowd, it will not cause casualties."

"Magic weapon?"

Eleanor frowned. "Miss Edgar, you should know that I am not a spellcaster, right?"

"It's alright."

Edgar smiled. "Modern magic industry no longer requires users to have spellcasting talent."

Chapter Thirty-Six: The Federation Will Not Forget

Eleanor picked up the magic pistol.

It feels slightly heavy in the hand, giving it an indescribable sense of mystery.

"No caster required? Is the magic industry that advanced now? What's the working principle?"

According to Eleanor's memory, during the last world war, the magical industrial creations were not like this.

Whether it's a small magic bomb or a large perpetual airship.

All of them require a spellcaster to activate them.

Every battle drains the life out of countless spellcasters.

Many people even suffered long-term effects.

"Well, I only know the general idea. I heard that the extraction technology has been developed and new magical energy has been obtained, but I don't know the details."

Edgar said, "In any case, I hope you can bring the magic pistol with you, just in case."

After a moment's thought, Eleanor put the M-1923 back in the box.

"No, I don't bring that thing."

He still rejected Edgar's offer.

There are two specific reasons.

Firstly, Eleanor didn't want to bring a gun to meet the veterans; if they really rioted, a pistol wouldn't change anything.

If the veterans discover that I'm carrying a gun, it will only cause unnecessary trouble.

Secondly, Eleanor had no confidence in his marksmanship.

Whether in his past life or this one, he had never touched this thing.

If he were to actually fire the gun, it would be a matter of fate, a gun given to someone who is destined to receive it.

It's not impossible for him to hit Hoffer with a single shot.

Forget it!

Eleanor handed the box back to Edgar, who shook his head.

"Please accept this first, just in case you change your mind later."

That's okay too.

Eleanor did not insist and locked the wooden box in the drawer.