Chapter 698: Chapter 698:

Chapter 698

Because Gaspoir had not yet officially taken office, this tea party was highly discreet, without welcoming lines, formal recordings, or any other accompanying personnel.

After all, under normal worldly ways, when a successor replaces a predecessor, care must be taken to maintain appearances; while Cullen's direct overthrow of his superior to take the position himself seemed thoroughly satisfying, the negative repercussions would manifest immediately.

However, when the attendant led Cullen and Gaspoir to the elevator doors, as the doors slid open, Byrne stood waiting inside to welcome them, which could be considered giving them ample face.

After all, though the regional administration and the Whip of Order did not subordinate to one another, within a region, the regional director was only the second voice of authority; the true, overt primary authority was inevitably the chief bishop.

The elevator doors closed, and Gaspoir and Byrne exchanged courtesies.

Upon entering the office, there was a three-sided sofa inside; Byrne sat on one side, Gaspoir sat opposite him, and Cullen did not take the third sofa, choosing instead to sit beside Gaspoir, leaning slightly toward the edge.

Next came the drinking of tea and casual conversation.

In truth, no substantive words were spoken, and the theme was even centered around the differing local customs between York City and the Dinger region, yet throughout the conversation, both sides were revealing their respective attitudes.

Gaspoir sensed that the chief bishop before her had no intention of aggressively suppressing her or trying to claw back the power of the Whip of Order; instead, he placed emphasis on continuing to maintain their original cooperation and mutual trust.

On this point, it was almost identical to the impression Cullen had given her.

Gaspoir understood that this meant prior to her arrival, York City's existing power structure had already woven a web, a web specifically designed to guard against her "backlash."

Gaspoir also clearly expressed her own stance, willing to sustain the previous state of good relations and to work together for a more brilliant Order.

This tea party laid down the keynote for the subsequent regional work, and it could be considered highly successful.

The established factions were willing to afford Gaspoir, the new regional director, decency and respect, while the new regional director must not disrupt the power framework that had already been constructed.

When it concluded, Cullen accompanied Gaspoir as she departed; once inside the car, Gaspoir let out a long breath, voluntarily unbinding her hair to make herself as relaxed as possible.

"I feel now that perhaps the work ahead will be relatively simple and smooth."

"My Lord, I will certainly assist you with all my heart."

"Heh," Gaspoir let out a laugh, then immediately realizing such a laugh might cause a misunderstanding, she promptly added, "I believe in your ability. Alright, you may now speak about that assembly on the road earlier."

"It is a collaboration between Order and Principle; they have jointly established a special department to handle a specific task. Because it is a high-specification independent department, the regional administration has no way of obtaining their relevant data and dynamics."

"Have you investigated it?" Gaspoir quickly grasped the crux of the matter.

"I have, but I found no clear leads."

"Oh, since it concerns a higher-specification department, we had better not interfere."

"Understood, My Lord."

"Now take me back to Mavary's house; I should stay there."

Cullen drove the car back to their point of departure, and as he parked, he initiated the conversation: "Someone will come by later to ask about your living and working requirements, and then I will have my maid go to your place to cook dinner for you both, as it seems neither of you knows how to cook."

Furthermore, Mavary had not requested a maid; by his status, he was actually entitled to the treatment of having an attendant, meaning specialized priests to tend to his life, but he resisted such treatment.

Gaspoir was in no rush to exit the car, instead asking in return: "It seems, shouldn't it be the woman who cooks?"

"That depends mostly on who possesses the better culinary skills; I often cook at home myself."

"Is that so? If there is an opportunity, I would really like to taste it, if it is no trouble?"

"No trouble at all, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

"Very well, see you on induction day, Minister Cullen."

"We are all looking forward to your official assumption of office, Director."

Gaspoir got out of the car, walked back to Mavary's house, and reached out to knock on the door.

After a moment, Mavary opened the door; he must have been taking a shower just now, though he did not intentionally or frivolously come out naked, having put on his clothes and trousers, except a towel was perched on his head, and a toothbrush was still held in his mouth.

Unconsciously, Gaspoir compared the image of the man before her with Cullen; she felt that Cullen would likely never appear before others in such a state, not even before his own fiancée.

The corners of Mavary's mouth curled into a smile, spewing a few white bubbles as he spoke:

"What, after spending some time with Cullen, does looking at me like this make you feel a bit uncomfortable?"

This flavor was like replacing the large bean paste jar at home with a jar of vinegar.

Mavary did not truly harbor any grievance against Cullen, nor did he have much of a concept regarding this fiancée of his, and he wouldn't think along those lines;

Mainly, Gaspoir's gaze was too direct, entirely unvarnished.

It felt exactly like having just gone to a high-end hotel for a candlelit dinner, only to then arrive at a roadside barbecue stall, which made the Son of God instinctively uncomfortable.

Gaspoir shook her head and said, "If you were exactly like Cullen, I would find it even more impossible to accept."

Hearing this, the Son of God's eyes instantly widened, and the corners of his mouth began to curl upward, uncontrollable.

Wow, she is actually saying I am good!

If Cullen were here to witness this scene, he would probably think: poor Son of God, after spending these few days with his fiancée, he is already showing signs of Stockholm syndrome.

Gaspoir did not offer too much explanation; she admitted that working alongside Cullen would certainly be very comfortable. With such a subordinate, even if you delegated power to him, there wouldn't be much friction; after all, your power had to be exercised through subordinates anyway, and clutching it all in your own hands was tantamount to turning it void of your own accord.

Yet Gaspoir had a premonition; she could sense what kind of woman Cullen liked, or rather, what kind of woman was suited to live with him. He ought to like a woman of tranquil temperament, and a woman of tranquil temperament would also like him very much. The propriety he displayed was more of a sense of detachment and distance meant to keep himself comfortable.

Her own professional fanaticism and obsession with control could never form any entanglement with his private life.

Watching Mavary, who had rushed out of the bathroom so quickly that his clothes were damp, Gaspoir said, "In the future at home, you can be a bit more casual; even if you come out completely naked, it is no big deal."

"No big deal?" Mavary's newly calmed emotions were instantly stung again. "Are you trying to say that even if it swings and sways in front of you, it doesn't matter, since you use a syringe anyway?"

Gaspoir sat back down on the sofa, flipped open the documents on the coffee table, and said, "Regarding the syringe matter, I apologize to you."

"Uh... huh?"

What kind of play was this now?

"It may have stung your dignity as a male."

"That... it's fine, actually I don't care too much either... if we didn't use a syringe, facing you, I might also... might also be unable to..."

"Let us get along first," Gaspoir said without lifting her head. "In any case, our official wedding date still has to be hammered down by the higher-ups. After marriage, the higher-ups will also allocate us a time quota for mating, and we can consider the methods when that time comes; there are many methods anyway."

So, aside from the syringe, you have many other alternative plans?

No, other couples have a wide variety of positions, but you directly have a wide variety of processes?

"Later, Cullen will have his maid come over to help us make dinner."

"How embarrassing that is."

"Go and request matching living accommodations from the regional administration; the house needs a servant, we will both be very busy hereafter."

"I do not like having people wait on me, I dislike it very much. No, I only prefer living alone."

"Then let us move, move into the dormitory building of the Whip of Order. There is a cafeteria in the headquarters, and there is also collective cleaning every day."

"Oh, alright."

Huh? How did I just agree to that?

And moving directly into my fiancée's workplace?

"Unless absolutely necessary, do not show your face casually. Return once your work is done, do not wander around outside."

"Hey, hey, hey, even serving time in prison allows for recess!"

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