【Gillay】Beauty and the Beast

Chapter 12

When Marquis Reinhard von Rohenkram finally pulled himself out of the electronic screen in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief, he stretched out his hand to the three-meter-thick paper stack on his right side superior.

And just when he finished reading and processing the content with a speed and judgment that ordinary people could not match, and was about to sign his name on the first document on this thick hill, he found that the white quill in his hand Can't get ink out smoothly.

The Marquis of Royanklam stopped his movements and blinked.Only then did I realize that my eyes were already a little dry and stinging from the long reading and commenting just now.

So he put the pen back into the well-crafted ink bottle, relaxed his back on the comfortable leather chair, closed his eyes and rubbed his brows.

It took a while for the pair of ice-blue eyes, which were more transparent than any crystal, to open. For the Marquis, who usually has unparalleled work efficiency, it was already a long rest.

He re-read the document.Still coming to the same conclusion, he dipped the quill in ink again, but the pen still couldn't be used smoothly.

This brought the work of the Marquis to a halt again.He checked the pen in his hand.

Where is it broken?

Is it a metal nib, or a slender jade feather?No matter which part is wrong, it is a fact that this pen is now unusable.

So he chose to read the second document, which was a bit thicker than the first one. Even though the content was as concise and processed as possible, there were still many things that needed to be integrated and judged by the top decision-maker.

There is no way to do this. The submitted materials must be complete, because omitting and folding information due to self-judgment will definitely be held accountable.

Reinhardt is level-headed and orderly, he can sort things out and handle a fair amount of parallelism in his own head.When he finished reading the second piece of paper in his hand, he had sorted out the reported matter, and quickly came to several appropriate conclusions.There are several such branches and options in his mind, which are derived like branches of a tree. He needs to decide how to prune the tree to ensure its growth towards the sun.

This involved the handover of several departments, so with a wave of his hand, an electronic screen automatically appeared in front of him, and he quickly searched for the information he needed.The light from the screen was projected on the young leader's face, like a light blue fluorescent against an elegant work of art.

Once, there was a guy in Reinhardt's office.

This person can browse the papers sent to this room, arrange the order, and even do some processing with a pen to outline the content and delete some content.

This person would reorganize the paper and stick white bookmarks in the file, so that Reinhardt could reach out and turn to the part where he should most handle the decision-making.

This person will arrange the information in the way Reinhardt is most used to, and immediately answer Reinhardt's questions and inquiries, or click on his own computer to confirm.

The very existence of this person is one of Reinhardt's habits.

When the screens turned off, the dictator had already drawn his conclusions.

He should then sign this conclusion in the blank space specially prepared for him at the end of the document, but this is definitely not possible under the current situation.

If it is a computer, he can give instructions with just a flick of a finger, and it can also save the intermediate time for the paper to be delivered to the designated position.

However, computers are not to be trusted.

The so-called Internet and technology are the products of human beings who will ruthlessly back human beings. As long as you master the rules, you can easily get the information inside.A computer will not actively try to prevent it from being cracked just because it knows how important a secret it is hiding.At this point, most humans have the same temper as computers.

So even after thousands of years, people still choose the most primitive method to preserve and convey the most important decisions and information.

When Reinhardt was on the rise like a winged horse, he needed to deal with more and more paper-based affairs.If it is text on paper, it can neither be dragged and deleted, nor can it be folded and automatically added.

But it wasn't too much of a difficulty for him, or even a concern, it just took time to get used to.He used to have an unparalleled good habit, and now he needs a long time to adapt.

Reinhardt twirled the quill in his hand.His hands are very white, more shiny and soft than the paper under his hands, and look more delicate than the feathers swirling in his hands.

The earlier impression was gone, but he thought about it, and he should have started using this pen after he moved into the Marshal's Mansion.

Buying necessities has never been a concern for him.

However, this pen is supposed to be in the category of high quality but not luxury.

The reason why there is a problem after about two years of use is probably due to the improper use of the holder.

Reinhardt has never been the type to take care of his body and possessions.

Although he doesn't have the idle desire to destroy, but when he deals with unsatisfactory or complicated official documents, his strength will unknowingly become rude.

Reinhard emptied his mind, and at this moment his hand unconsciously tapped the desktop with a pen, and when he came back to his senses, the paper had already been dripped with a black ink.

He took a deep breath, the air in his lungs was unexpectedly cold.

"...That's true though. But Reinhard-sama, it's not the paper's fault or the pen's fault that the contents of the document are unflattering, so please don't blame them."

At this time, that person will say helplessly like this, as if this leader with great power is a student who starts to fight because he can't solve a math problem.

It's just this kind of language that can clear up the blocked mood like a knot.That person will come along with a smile on his face.

It was a smile that belonged to that person, and that person just smiled and smoothed the paper that he had scratched so hard, and then took the pen from his hand (at this time their fingers would touch together, but Reinhardt has forgotten the touch at that time).

The man picked up the pen, cleaned the nib skillfully, and re-dipped the ink.

What will that person say at this time?

"You have been sitting for so long, do you think about getting up and taking a walk?"

"Need some coffee to change your mood, Lord Reinhardt?"

Or, "Let's discuss it and maybe come to a conclusion?"

The man held the pen he was holding in his hand at the moment and called his name with a smile.

This kind of memory is not far away from him for a second now.

For a moment, Reinhardt didn't realize that he should breathe.

When he sat quietly, he was like the most precious white jade sculpture in a museum, surrounded by glass and fences.But now, when he held his breath and his whole body seemed to have faded, it was more like a whiter ivory product.

At this time, Reinhardt felt that he was going to be overwhelmed by the memories of the past, but no, he couldn't recall anything more than that.

He just felt a feeling similar to sadness rushing towards him like a wave tens of meters high. If it wasn't because he was sitting on the chair, he wouldn't even be able to stand up.

Reinhardt thought he'd cry himself in this room of power, but he didn't.

He wiped the nib clean without any trouble, and rang the silver bell.

Soon the brown-haired boy walked in.He called Reinhardt respectfully.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

But the blond leader didn't answer him right away, Reinhard thought he would order the pen to be repaired.He knew they could fix the pen like a new one.

But suddenly he realized.

I have lost—lost this pen.

In the long road ahead, he will lose more things.But Reinhardt knew that he had nothing to lose.

"This pen is broken, go get me a new one."

"Okay, Your Excellency."

Emil thought he should reach out and take the broken quill and dispose of it.

But before he could reach out, the Marquis of Royankram opened the drawer next to him, and put the pen in it smoothly.

End