It wasn't until the next day that the report on what Nijadaka had done last night was placed on Salomon's desk. The cover of the report, wrapped in kraft paper, had a black eagle with spread wings and a building with the Roman numeral 1 printed on the cover.
The mountain snow peak emblem indicated that this report came from the First Secret Regiment of Finbul Winter. It was three o'clock in the morning, more than an hour after the incident, and the monarch of the Eternal City had returned home. Later, this report was
Stephanie, who was working overtime, saw it. She put down the parchment document that the monarch was going to review tomorrow, turning a blind eye to the rules she was supposed to abide by. She turned on the lamp on the table and picked up the report and flipped through it a few times.
Without hesitation, Stephanie picked up the pen on her desk, signed her name, and placed this report at the bottom of all the documents to be approved. This meant that the internal affairs department had already read this document. This was not
The red box trick in No. 10 Downing Street - civil servants sometimes put important documents at the bottom of the document boxes handed to ministers every day, and try to make the text as thick as possible so that politicians have no time and energy to read those final documents
.Having no choice but to flip through it hastily because the deadline is approaching, accidentally agreeing to small requests from civil servants or ignoring events that should be known, these are the tricks of civil servants before Mrs Thatcher.
Later, the Whitehall civil servants suffered a disastrous defeat at the hands of Margaret Thatcher, and such tricks gradually became less useful, because almost all politicians would subconsciously take out the documents at the bottom of the red box and look through them. The cat-and-mouse game between civil servants and politicians remains the same.
It will continue, but it will no longer be so intense. However, Stephanie did this only because she knew that Salomon did not have the heart to care about such trivial matters, and there was no need for the monarch to know every move of such a small character.
It doesn't matter how Nijadaka acts. He has only one role, and he only needs to play this role.
After she finished all this, she turned off the lamp.
A bright fire suddenly lit up in the dim office, and a red mist of light appeared above the desk out of thin air. The hot air was instantly heated to the point where it expanded and exploded, and a low thunder exploded. Stephanie calmly narrowed her eyes to block the sweeping force.
The manic hot wind and dazzling firelight in the office hurt her eyes, and then the heat center of the expanding air began to shrink in the blink of an eye. The heat was accurately controlled within a very small range, except for some parts that were blown around and not suppressed.
No damage was caused outside the paper. Just as Stephanie expected, she saw a golden-red bird flapping its wings and emerging from the fireball that radiated light like a star. However, such an amazing sight could not
Give her too many expression changes.
Because this is not the first time she has seen such a scene.
"Phoenix, what does the monarch want you to do?" the head of the interior department asked.
"My lord just forgot to bring the watch back. Do you know where to put it? The witch might be angry if she sees that the lord has forgotten the watch she gave her!" Phoenix, who slowly flapped his wings and floated in the air, answered honestly.
Question. "Oh, thank you! You're so kind, Ms. Malik." Seeing Stephanie take out the watch she casually put away from the desk from her pocket, the 37th Demon God Pillar changed the subject, "
By the way, Ms. Malik, please check your emails recently, I entered you as the recipient."
"Huh?" Stephanie raised her eyebrows.
"My Lord has contacted the publisher, and my collection of poems has been published." Phoenix's childish voice was a little shy. Stephanie Malik nodded, she knew about it, and Salomon regarded it as afternoon tea.
Share the chat topic with her - Afternoon tea time is two hours after lunch. At noon, Salomon will open the food box brought from home as usual, which will be filled with food made by Bayonetta.
Lunch. Although it was not very delicious, not as good as the exquisite dinner made by Dinah, and sometimes even bad, he still ate like this for many years - although Stephanie's literary attainments were not very high, she still
We can see the longing and memories of the aestheticism period in Phoenix's poems, and there are many emotions about Wilde's works in his writings. Such writing should have appeared on the stage and become a new literary star, but Phoenix is inconvenient and can only use a pseudonym.
Published, this is more or less a pity. The Thirty-seventh Pillar Demon God said, "I think those manuscript fees should be used for military expenses. I know my lord's need for war, and I also want to help."
Even though she was tired from working overtime, Stephanie couldn't help but laugh.
"I think your master probably hopes that you can use the royalties to buy some snacks. The Eternal City is not so poor that it needs to use your royalties to make armaments. Don't worry, we are not short of money to make a macrocannon shell, and
I think it is enough for the monarch to know that you are so loyal, he must be very happy."
The self-propelled artillery that inherited the name and caliber of Gustav is the siege weapon of the Eternal City. The gun body seems to be full of the steel style of World War II, but it actually brings together the world's top materials science, artillery design and other disciplines.
As a result, it has devices such as anti-gravity engines, otherwise even if it is equipped with tracks, it may still sink into the soil due to its huge weight and cannot move. The artillery shells alone have been improved and developed by the scientific research department, and have new propulsion
The weight of fuel-based armor-piercing shells has reached an astonishing 10 tons, and even high-explosive shells can weigh 7 tons. Hundreds of Gustav anti-gravity self-propelled artillery were used in the Battle of Finnbowent. Without these artillery
Continuous bombing weakened the ridge, and two small-yield hydrogen bombs alone could not level the entire mountain.
The cost of such artillery shells is naturally staggering. After all, a high-explosive artillery shell can wipe out a small town. Excellent fire control systems and detection radars can also guide the artillery to carry out precise shelling. Such artillery shells were consumed in the Battle of Finnbowent.
There are nearly a thousand pieces, and the fragments of the artillery shells during the post-war cleanup are almost inseparable from the soil of Fenberwent Mountain. At present, these artillery shells can only be produced in small quantities through the arsenal of the Immortal City, and the Mars Foundry is responsible for manufacturing larger war machines.
However, generally speaking, the price of an artillery shell is cheaper than that of a missile, but Phoenix still cannot afford the royalties.
The big golden-red bird hummed twice, picked up the watch in its sharp beak, rubbed its head affectionately on Stephanie's shoulder, and then let out a long cry and disappeared in the fireball. Phoenix's departure made the office fall back.
In the darkness, Stephanie looked around, finally walked out of the office and closed the door. In a few hours, the door will be reopened by the Praetorian Guards Constantine, unless he is performing some top-secret mission that Stephanie also doesn't know about.
Her monarch will sit in that chair and continue to work, just like in the past, commanding steel and flames with the tip of his pen, casting seemingly unattainable dreams.
The little secretary hurriedly opened her mouth because of yawning, and her eyes were full of tears. The look in Stephanie's eyes made her throw away her sleepiness. Dr. Lister's granddaughter has never experienced transformation surgery or taken alchemical potions, so naturally it is difficult to support such a situation.
High-intensity work. "Bring the interrogation records and call the scribes to check the records." Stephanie Malik, the daughter of Hydra, said as she walked, and the blond secretary hurriedly followed. Stephanie said, "We are going to
Put the Skrull interrogation records on the monarch's desk before six o'clock. At the same time, we ordered our foundation managers to clean up the evidence. The Securities Regulatory Commission has focused on us. They think we are engaging in insider trading."
The little secretary was startled, "Did we do this?"
Stephanie glanced at the silly girl. "This is how the market works, honey," she said, "How else are we going to make money?"