In the city hall's reception hall, dim light fell on the mahogany floor, painting it with a dark hue.
At this moment, whether it was demons or forest elves, trolls or humans, they all stopped their work and cast their eyes towards a workstation.
I've been working for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen such a fierce guy.
How dare they insult citizens directly.
And the insults are so deep in the soul and so full of art.
This is definitely going to be the end, right
They are all old hands who have worked in the reply hall for many years without being fired. Their edges have been smoothed out and they have been tamed.
No matter how the citizens insult you, you should respond to them patiently and apologize sincerely.
Even though they did not make those mistakes, they must be the ones to apologize - otherwise how could the leaders apologize
Everyone was staring at An Su. They were really curious about what this newcomer would do next and whether he could survive.
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Luo Jia's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she felt embarrassed under the gaze of everyone.
After stepping into this healing hall, the elegant and respected healing image of the healing warlock had already been half-collapsed in Luojia's mind.
[Reason for bad review: On the way to the civil service exam, Mr. Goblin's dwarf girlfriend was trampled to death by a troll and then eaten by an orc. Now he is asking the city management to compensate his girlfriend, but he is told that his girlfriend is a "low-quality, expired, smelly ingredient" and a legendary biochemical matrix. ]
The image of this profession has been completely destroyed.
"." Luojia said that the Kingdom of Chaos is worthy of being the Kingdom of Chaos.
"I don't agree with the professional standards of the Kingdom of Chaos. Healers have always been doctors, not customer service—"It's just that we treat through conversation."
When Ansu started to perform heavyweight healing, Lorga saw Ansu's unique healing magician.
He was supposed to be a recovery wizard, but turned out to be a municipal operator
If that were all, it would only be considered half-broken.
"What's wrong with that?"
I feel that I need to restore the reputation of this profession.
[Several orcs' stomachs have been infected with some kind of disease. The hospital said that this novel way of playing is rare in the world. The Food Administration has filed a lawsuit, demanding that Lucien compensate for the losses and reimburse the hospitalization expenses.]
An Su picked up the phone, and was confronted with a barrage of attacks from the goblins.
[Level 3 Goblin Leader, Lucien]
She glanced at An Su, and saw that guy had a look like this, without any shyness at all, and even a sunny smile on his lips.
Ansu blamed Lorgar instead, "As a restoration wizard, we should actively solve the problems of the citizens. How can we be lazy?"
Are you actively solving citizens' problems, or are you a citizen who actively solves problems
"Luo Jia, please help me take the next one."
It seems that what this guy said makes sense. Luo Jia blinked.
"I'm afraid this is not a good idea." Luo Jia felt that it was necessary to save the image of the restoration warlock.
Luojia always felt that with Ansu's presence, the surroundings instantly became orderly.
Ansu said seriously,
She took the call from the next listener, a third-level goblin leader.
According to Ansu's many years of treatment experience, this type of player is an anxious citizen, because the departure of their loved ones has caused them psychological trauma, making their emotions tend to be over-radicalized and impulsive.
The Healer is never a customer service, he is a doctor
To treat this type of patient, you must first calm their excited emotions and let them gradually calm down.
at the same time,
Serve with a smile and use a smile to heal their wounded hearts.
The tone should be light-hearted and humorous so that the patient can let down his guard.
This is the basic training of a restoration warlock.
After the goblin had expressed his emotions for three minutes, Ansu replied with a smile on his face,
"Haha, I'm anxious."
All the healing warlocks watching were silent.
The citizens have said so much, and you only reply with this one sentence
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a second or two.
The goblin leader felt as if he had punched cotton. All the words he had output bounced back to him. The anger stuck in his chest and he couldn't get rid of it. Ansu's light words made his anger reach its peak.
He started to speak again, his eyes were bloodshot with anger, and each word was more emotional than the last.
He tried to criticize Anzu from a moral high ground, from the garbage management of the city hall to the outrageous standards of the Food Administration, from the willful behavior of the law enforcement officers to the racial discrimination of the orcs and trolls.
Lucien was confident that he could crush this man.
After a while.
"Don't worry." An Su said calmly.
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Lucian's green skin turned red with anger. No matter how he responded, whether it was a long sentence of criticism or simple insults, the opponent would always just reply with "Don't be impatient", which was simply the most impeccable defense.
He wanted to say that he was not in a hurry, but the more he explained, the more anxious he seemed.
His originally well-regulated output rhythm was completely disrupted, becoming increasingly incoherent, which in turn made him even angrier and more anxious.
He is the leader of the goblins, and his subordinates are watching him. He cannot save face at all!
"Where are you!" he roared, "Don't you dare tell me where you are! I'm going to fuck you now!"
"I know you're in a hurry, but please don't be in a hurry." An Su was a gentleman, looking through the list of bad reviews, and saw the name of the next citizen, the race, well, it was an orc with food poisoning.
[Level 3 Orc, Skade]
[Reason for bad review: I ate expired food on the way to the civil service exam and was poisoned. I am reporting it to the Food Administration.]
The smile on Ansu's lips became gentler.
"Your girlfriend is delicious, but a little smelly. You should thank me."
What a pun. Luo Jia felt that a good child shouldn't listen to such remarks.
After hearing Ansu's reply, the other side fell silent.
If you don't speak, it's fine. But if you speak, it's like a piercing blow.
It was just a plain sentence, but it hit the most vulnerable defense line in Lucien's heart. Lies don't hurt people, the truth is the sharpest knife. He was so angry that he almost suffocated.
"It's you! It's you! What's your name?!"
Ansu looked at the names on the bad review list.
"Scudder."
"I'll wait for you on Purgatory Street across from City Hall."
"Please bring more people with you."
The smile on Ansu's lips became gentler.
Luo Jia had a bad feeling that this guy was going to start a racial war at the government's doorstep.
"If you don't come, you're a grandson!" The goblin leader hung up the phone.
(End of this chapter)