Chapter 3: Clerks

Chapter 3: Clerks

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After saying that I have no class, they look at me as if Im the biggest idiot they ever saw. Are they necessarily wrong? Maybe, or maybe not. If I am an idiot, Im sure I could find more convincing reasons.

Well, I indeed have no idea whats going on, how this world works, if Elves are, like, actual Elves or Humans with pointy ears.

We are nearing the Watch building, and they point it out for me. After following the big finger's trajectory, I rest my eyes on a massive construction. It resembles a small castle, with incredibly thick walls and little fortified walls all around it. It gives off the feeling that anyone who would be foolish enough to assault it would instantly die. And die a terrible death.

The houses around it are dwarfed by its presence, making it stick out like a sore thumb. Lucillus and Antoninus both look at the building with a neutral expression I guess they have seen it enough times not to be surprised anymore.

There is quite the traffic in-and-out of that place. Do these Elves love their bureaucracy? God, I hope not.

I would like to sightsee some more, but my two guards are very interested in the latest statement about my unfortunate situation.

No classes? Lucillus narrows his eyes.

No classes, I smile with joy.Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

You have no classes, Lucillus reiterates to make sure.

No classes at all! the smile doesnt leave my face for a second.

He says he has no classes, chimes in Antoninus, the illiterate brute.

No classes at all! I repeat once again in our little theatrics.

They both sigh and shrug.

If you are in any weird cult, you will have to state so during the interview, Lucillus warns me.

Cult?

Head-first.

Yeah, ma, I know I have some problem. Possibly psychiatric. Will that make me go to a therapist and confront my anxiety issues about paperwork, or will I simply keep avoiding paperwork forever?

Guess the answer.

But you will need to get in the civilians queue on your own if the interview reveals that you do not pose a danger for the city.

I look at him and nod, trying to find the most rational response.

Can I be put in prison, instead?

Huh? Antoninus stops midway and goes back to us, looks at Lucillus, maybe thinking there was a joke he didnt get.

What? Lucillus asks.

Prison, Id like to be put in prison. Im not going through forms or documents or, God forbid, and Jesus forgive me for saying their hellish name, a lawyer.

My mother once had to come to pick me up from the Police station because I had a car accident and refused to even look at the insurance forms. When she appeared with a lawyer, I almost flipped. An officer tackled me while I tried to run away. Dont get me wrong, I had already signed everything after my mother had read the documents, but I was not spending one more second in the company of one of those devilish creatures.

Turns out that trying to sprint in a Police station is not a smart move and that a 240-pound officer can, and will, bruise your ribs with a tackle.

When my mother explained why I was running, half the station started laughing so hard that a couple of peeps almost managed to escape.

But Im digressing.

So, I state my intentions with the utmost calm and rationality.

I would rather get thrown in prison for a month than have to go through that queue with forms at the end. I invoke my rights as a citizen, and I beg you, throw me in jail.

Hopefully, they would listen.

Also, I hoped that they had some books in prison.

I wonder if I can read whatever language they write in. Wait, I can read the books cover. Then, it should be the same, I think.