At this point, Li Qinwu had achieved his ultimate objective. After Inquisitor Thraxol's death, he had successfully inherited part of his political legacy and preserved the connections on his mentor's side.
From then on, he would be a hired cop, selectively carrying out the assignments of Sigurd, the Inquisition's Grand Mentor.
Sigurd took a sheet of parchment from the pile of documents, scribbled something onto it, then removed a ring and pressed his seal into the page.
He raised the parchment, and a Servo-skull floated over, clamped it in its jaws, and flew it before Li Qinwu.
Sigurd said:
"Although ours is merely an employment arrangement, you do wear the Inquisition's Rosette and have the right to exercise most of an Inquisitor's authority. You represent the dignity of an Inquisitor, so you must be provided with the Inquisition's basic equipment and personnel.
Take this parchment to the Department of the Interior to collect your equipment and staff."
With that, he waved his hand.
"Official papers are as vast as the sea, and toil clings to the bones. Go attend to your own business."
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen Servo-skulls carrying documents came before the old man and set them down. The old man bent over his desk and began reviewing them.
Li Qinwu rose and headed for the door. As he closed it behind him, he glanced back at the mountainous pile of paperwork.
Those documents resembled a colossal, fanged and clawed monster!
The shadow cast by the paperwork alone engulfed the little old man sitting on the sofa!
The little old man's only weapon against that enormous monster was the quill in his hand.
When Li Qinwu imagined switching places with him, becoming a ruler of the Imperium admired by countless people yet having