Palais Mermonia, Chief Justice's Office.
Neuvillette sat at his desk, concentrating on the pile of official duties.
Suddenly, a faint but clear knocking sound came from the window behind him, interrupting his thoughts.
Neuvillette frowned slightly, put down the document in his hand, got up from his seat, walked slowly to the window and pushed it open.
To his slight surprise, Dvalin's huge dragon head was reflected outside the window.
Neuvillette glanced at it coldly and asked calmly, "Dvalin, what's the matter?"
Dvalin scratched his dragon head, looking a little embarrassed and shy. He asked hesitantly, "Uh… Chief Justice Neuvillette, how much is your monthly salary in Mora?"
Although confused by Dvalin's question, Neuvillette answered truthfully, "One hundred thousand Mora."
Hearing this number, a strong sense of superiority surged in Dvalin's heart.
He grinned, then put on an air, looked down at Neuvillette, and said earnestly, "Well… Neuvillette, as a senior of the dragon race, I have to say a few words to you. You have worked hard in Fontaine for so many years, and your salary is still one hundred thousand Mora, and it has never increased. For so many years, you have to reflect on whether you have worked hard?"
Neuvillette's face darkened, and he ignored it.
However, Dvalin seemed to have opened a chatterbox, and the more he talked, the more excited he became, "Do you know? When I first started working, my salary was one hundred thousand Mora. Moreover, I maintain full attendance every month and sometimes work overtime voluntarily. Last month, I even ran ten special lines from Port Fudé to Fontaine. Conservatively estimated, my income last month was close to one million two hundred thousand Mora!"
Speaking of this, he looked around, then lowered his head and whispered, "Let me tell you another inside story. This year's outstanding employee has been internally decided to be me, and the reward is one ten-thousandth of the shares of the Furina Foundation!"
Hearing this, Neuvillette looked at the smug Dvalin with a blank expression and said lightly, "Dvalin, do you know? On the day the Furina Foundation was established, Yide gave me one-tenth of the shares. Although I don't know the specific value, the annual dividend is tens of billions of Mora."
After speaking, he closed the window without hesitation, ignoring the stunned Dvalin, and turned around to continue handling official duties.
Dvalin stood outside the window and took a while to recover from the shock.
He was very frustrated. While he was still working hard for a small goal, Neuvillette's annual dividend income, even if he didn't work, far exceeded his imagination.
However, he quickly adjusted his mentality.
After all, Neuvillette had worked for five hundred years, while his Dvalin's career was just getting started.
…
The intimacy with Furina lasted for a whole week, and Yide felt as if he had been hollowed out.
But Furina's face was rosy, adding a bit more feminine charm.
"Fufu, I still have something to discuss with Neuvillette." Yide hurriedly said, and then, ignoring Furina's tempting eyes, he fled the room like a dog with its tail between its legs.
Not long after, he walked into Neuvillette's office with a slightly staggering pace.
At this time, Neuvillette was talking with Sigewinne.
Yide lay on the soft sofa on his own, trying to relieve the soRerirss of his waist and legs after strenuous exercise.
Soon, the conversation between Neuvillette and Sigewinne ended.
Sigewinne walked lightly to Yide, observed him carefully, and then said bluntly, "Director Yide, you look a little kidney deficient!"
Hearing this, Yide felt extremely embarrassed. He quickly denied, "I'm not kidney deficient, uh… I'm just not used to the climate."
Sigewinne asked in confusion, "Director Yide, you are from Fontaine, how can you not be used to the climate?"
Yide felt even more embarrassed. He forced a smile, "I'm really fine. I'll be fine after a while."
Sigewinne nodded and said considerately, "It will indeed get better after a period of rest. If you still feel unwell, remember to come to me!"
"Well, thank you, Head Nurse Sigewinne." Yide responded gratefully.
Sigewinne waved her hand, "You're welcome. I have something else to do, goodbye."
After Yide waved goodbye to her, only Neuvillette and Yide were left in the office.
Neuvillette looked at Yide with a serious expression, "Yide, what is the purpose of everything you have done recently? Fontaine is becoming the hegemon of the mortal world step by step. I don't want to see it become a country like Snezhnaya."
Yide responded calmly, "Before, I had only one purpose, which was to save Fontaine and a god. But now, I have to consider another matter."
Neuvillette frowned and asked, "What is it?"
Yide slowly said, "In the future, the great war between Snezhnaya and the Abyss Order and the Heavenly Principles will surely cause the order of the entire world to collapse. A prophesied disaster will once again descend upon the mortal world. At present, among the seven nations, except for Fontaine and Snezhnaya, the strength of the other nations has declined severely. In this situation, Fontaine should shoulder more responsibilities."
These words were spoken with great righteousness, but in fact, his true purpose had never changed from beginning to end, which was to gain trial points.
But Neuvillette believed Yide's words very much. He admired Yide's character and vision.
"Director Yide, you are the most outstanding human I have seen in hundreds of years." He gave his highest evaluation.
Yide smiled slightly and said modestly, "Thank you for your compliment."
Then, Neuvillette changed the subject and talked about another important matter, "In recent years, more and more people from the Sumeru desert have smuggled into Fontaine, which has brought extremely serious problems to our social security."
Hearing this, Yide also felt a headache.
The people of Fontaine now do not engage in racial discrimination, but they discriminate against the people of the desert.
Because the people of the desert have a very low level of education, and many still believe in the Flower God and the SCallast King. Their beliefs are primitive and distorted, which does not conform to the values of Fontaine.
In addition, another important reason is that the people of the desert are mostly darker-skinned.
Therefore, it is difficult for them to find a suitable job in Fontaine like other citizens.
As a result, most of them have become criminals lurking in the dark corners of Fontaine.