Pandemonium Of A Lazy Soul - Chapter 133 Episode 132- Slice of Life of a Imperial Prince

As I reached the door I picked up my new custom-made whizz board.

Walking out of my store, both teenagers (one of them way older mentally) followed me, albeit both of them being on guard against each other for any unusual actions from each other.

“Keep up.” Saying so I kickstarted the new whizz board and flew off, closely followed by the two magis using rank 2 speed boost casted by Luke.

I steered /parkoured with the board through the crowds using the board while many amongst the crowd started cheering and pointing towards me as I occasionally used the momentum to jump above stalls and small groups of people.

In 5 minutes, we reached our destination, while my two guards arrived a few seconds late, most likely talking down patrol officers into arresting an unknown figure using whizz board in a crowded area.

‘Imperial Policing HQ’ The board stood out from the 5-floor building.

Slowing down to a halt, I got off my board before picking it up as I entered the security check.

Seeing the whizz board and the two people accompanying me the security understood, I was not someone to be messed around with.

Sweating nervously the security asked “I.d please sir?”

Smiling under the shade of my hood I looked towards the two people behind me.

“Any of you got your I.d? I am too lazy to take mine out.” Hearing me, Ellis sighed before taking out his id while Luke was still too slow reacting to my strange antics.

Ellis passed me his id which I passed onto the confused and worried guard.

However, just as he was thinking how to politely explain to us that all of us needed an id, he saw Ellis’ id before looking at Ellis in shock- something about the id being equal to the rank of high ranking agents or something.

“Can we enter?” I broke him of his moment.

“..Ye…Yes Sir!” The man quickly straightened himself while saluting towards us- but I could feel it was directed mainly towards Ellis- obviously, for the guard Ellis was his bosses superior in terms of rank, while I was just a hooded person he just guarded, with Luke being an unknown factor.

Walking past him I entered the police HQ of the empire for the first time.

Seeing the behaviour of the guard towards us attracted few eyes, which soon garnered more eyes.

Walking towards the desk which I assumed was the reception I asked: “Hi, where is the director’s office?”

The receptionist who just recently got proposed by her boyfriend this week, looked past me towards the guard, who must be nodding towards her right about now.

“5th floor, ask anyone there and they will guide you to his office.” The girl nervously replied, while pointing me towards the stairs.

Activating the whizz board, I made my way up the stairs very quickly.

Reaching the 5th floor, I very quickly found the director’s office, while at the same time ignoring everyone who were talking and pointing towards me who was using a whizz board inside an enclosed space.

Ignoring the two guards standing outside his door I walked in, while both Ellis and Luke held them off.

*Bam* “Very good morning Director!” I loudly exclaimed.

The director who was drinking his morning coffee suddenly spilt it at the sudden loud uproar.

He was silent for a while before, his face boiled red in anger. “Who the hell…”

He did not get to finish it before the hood covering my face was taken off.

Silent for a while, he spoke up after his brain caught up to the events before his eyes “…Prince …John?”

“You are surprisingly quick for someone of your rank.” I teased.

“Welcome your highness!” He quickly stood up and saluted me, while shouting loudly (just enough so the guards outside his room, who were engaging Luke and Ellis could hear it).

“I am joking. Sit down director, we need to talk.” I could feel his well-oiled brains starting to work overtime, as I sat down in front of him.

He felt a bit awkward sitting on his official chair in front of someone who was part of the family that ruled over him and everything he is working for.

“Can I get you anything, your highness? Tea, coffee, snacks?” He started offering me trying to delay what he thought was a surprise inspection from high above.

“Nothing for now director.” I responded as Ellis and Luke walked in.

“Now director Mark, I am not here for what you are thinking instead I am here with an offer.” Hearing me a sudden relief descended upon him.

“Offer?” Mark enquired.

“Yes offer. How would you like to be treated to a level 6 breakfast for the next 1 week in return for borrowing a few of your women’s/ men’s services for a duration of time?”

He was silent for a while before a small smile entered his face “Deal! As long as it’s cooked by ‘Luxury Meals’.”

Smiling back, I answered “Awesome. Can you tell me who is in charge of homicide and missing persons?”

The smile on Director Mark’s face faltered for a second before he replied. “That would be Commissioner Anthony.”

“And where would he be now?” I quickly fired back.

Mark stood up “One moment your highness, I will fetch him right now.”

“It’s ok. Just lead me to him.” I replied as I stood up to follow him.

We both walked out of his office to notice an unusual silence and a lot of eyes on us. However as soon as they saw my face, soon an understanding passed through all their face as they all stood straight and saluted me. “Your Highness!”

Smiling and nodding towards their general area I motioned Mark to lead us.

Soon Mark led us towards the room of a very short man, ‘Commissioner Anthony’.

Unlike how I opened his door, Mark knocked on the door of Anthony before opening it.

Commissioner Anthony raised his eyes from his papers to look at the person entering without his permission, only for him to stand up and salute.

“Morning your highness! Morning Director!”

“Morning Anthony.

Your highness this is the man you asked for.

Anthony anything his highness asks for please grant it.” Ordered the strict director, as the short commissioner nodded while sweating.

“Thank you, director.” I dismissed the very busy director, as I sat in front of the worried commissioner, along with my two bodyguards.

There was a moment of silence before Anthony spoke up. “What can I do for you, your highness?”

“You are going to have to lend me a few of your top best detectives for a while.” I replied.

The commissioner not expecting such a request was quiet, before replying “I am afraid that is nearly impossible your highness.”

Anthony observed me, to see if I would get angry towards him for rejecting him.

“Why so?” I asked in my casual voice.

The commissioner, satisfied with my reaction, replied “Because of my best detectives, two of them will refuse to go along with you at the moment your highness. Other than them the rest will be willing.”

“Can you tell me why?” I probed.

“Sure. You see your highness, two of my best detectives come as sort of a package deal.

One of them is a maniac set on catching and putting every criminal behind the bar, while the other is a very competitive person, who wants to prove she is better than the other male detectives, especially her rival, the maniac, who she aims to defeat wherever he goes.”

“So, as long as I get your maniac detective then your competitive detective will naturally follow, if not she will not come, thinking she has to defeat him wherever he goes?”

“Correct. However, it is not simple getting detective Connor to follow you, your highness. Once he has taken up a case, he will not give up until that case is closed no matter the orders, even if he is suspended.” Anthony replied with a tone of defeat.

“So, I just have to make sure he has no cases right?” I smiled towards Anthony.

Anthony shook his head. “I am afraid what you are thinking won’t work your highness. Even if you rip the case from his hands, he will still work on it. That is the kind of person he is.”

“Who said anything about taking away any case?” I asked Anthony.

“You mean…?” Anthony asked in surprise.

“Obviously solve all the case in his hands and leave him with no case.” I replied as a matter of fact.

Anthony sighed in defeat. ” Your highness, although that is a plausible idea the only problem is the number of cases piled up on his desk.

Not to mention even if you manage to solve them Detective Amelia will still refuse as she too has a similar amount of cases and won’t leave until she solves them as well.”

“How many cases does he have pending on his hands?” I asked in intrigue.

“He is currently working on 7 different cases at the same time, while Amelia has 8 cases with her.” Anthony replied.

I sighed while rubbing my head thinking about the stupid decision I was about to do.

“Give me a copy of all the cases they are working on, as well as bring them to me.” I requested of Anthony. I really hate putting in an effort.

Anthony pulled up an awkward face as he responded “I am sorry your highness, Connor won’t be coming in until a few hours later. He has a meeting with a few family members of a victim. But I can bring Amelia up along with their case files.”

“No, it’s ok. I will meet Amelia after meeting Connor. Just bring the case files they are working on for now.” Anthony nodded as he quickly got up and went out shouting ‘Mary’.

20 minutes later he came in with 15 large folders with who I assumed was his assistant.

Without speaking I grabbed a folder and quickly started flipping through it, taking only a quick glance at each page.

Within an hour I had finished all the folder and took only 15 files with the updated briefs about each case for both, Ellis, and Luke to read.

Walking towards Connors office I ordered the 2 of them to start reading the case files, while I laid back on the sofa, only for the darn light on the ceiling to hit my eyes.

Taking one of the case files out of the heap I used it as a sleep mask, blocking the lights.

Soon another problem crept up, one of the springs on the place I rested my head on was out poking me. Annoyed I took another stack of papers and used them as a makeshift pillow.

Quickly I started reviewing all the case files properly as I had only taken a glance at them earlier, using my soul as my body slept.

As I finished reading through all the files I slowly entered my dream and dreamt of the day I would beat the crap out of a certain pigeon winged angel.

Soon I was awoken by shouting and slamming of things.

Opening my eyes, I saw who most likely was my target for today, Connor.

“Shit!” He blurted out.

“Yeah, sleeping using papers as a pillow is shit.” I replied in amusement.