Chapter 124 123 Miss Miriam cracked the enemy’s spy test
Chapter 124 123. Miss Miriam solved a major case in which enemy spies tried to subvert the Murphy regime!
Miss Miriam very coolly refused the reward she deserved, and as Murphy said, she decided to use the present as collateral to fight for her future.
However, the red-haired girl knows that a bright future in the future requires her to work hard now, and as the number one "reserve politician" under Murphy, she is indeed busy with official duties. After finishing the conversation with Murphy and having some breakfast,
He took a few carefully selected assistants with him and returned to the survivor camp.
Big construction is going on here.
Murphy had just rescued more than 1,800 people from the Blood Vulture Corridor. The fact that there were twice as many mouths in need of food out of thin air was a very disturbing sign. Fortunately, there was already a rough and simple order in the camp that was effective.
Jean Miriam can basically stabilize the situation now.
According to the schedule she set, this morning she was going to have a meeting with the leader of the survivors in the corridor about allocating manpower into the ruins of the outer city to clean up and initially rebuild.
From a manager’s perspective, the situation Miriam is currently facing can be summarized as follows:
The good news is that the other party is very cooperative with the camp's work, and even took the initiative to integrate 1,800 survivors into the existing management system based on "labor points" and "big pot rice".
The bad news is that some people in the other party's leadership are quite restless and want to seize power.
Mrs. Adele told Miriam privately about this news. As Murphy's blood descendant and housekeeper, she felt it was necessary to inform the current manager of certain phenomena that needed attention in the territory.
Miriam didn't care about this before. She just wanted to finish it quickly and apply oil on her soles.
But now, Miriam found that she was like a high-spirited "fighting hen", eagerly waiting for challenges from her peers.
It seems that many people have noticed the "treasure" represented by the survivor camp, and as the person currently closest to grabbing the treasure, the smart and tough red-haired girl obviously does not intend to let it go so easily.
The change in mentality has brought her more subjective positivity, just like a guy who has found his goal and a person who just goes with the flow are definitely two different states of life.
"Snapped"
The door of the small "meeting room" was pushed open. It was actually a house that had been burned by fire but was still barely usable in the ruins of the outer city.
A man dressed as a middle-aged scholar who was sitting there raised his head.
He should be the representative sent by the other party.
Wearing a broken frame that was stuck together with glue and strips of cloth, he looked very haggard with gray hair, and there was some worry in his eyebrows. Although his clothes were simple, he kept them very decent and clean. His legs and feet seemed to be inconvenient, and he had a piece of wood whittled on hand.
cane.
In front of him were some manuscript papers filled with words, and he was obviously planning to have a verbal spat with Miriam to gain more benefits for the "camp" he represented.
This scene gave the red-haired girl a strong sense of déjà vu.
It's as if she is now acting as the leader of a certain force, and is about to start a game called "politics" with the other party's diplomats for her own benefit. Things that were once very far away to her have now become
The reality she has to face.
"Hello, I am Miriam, the director of the survivor camp."
She took the initiative and said to the middle-aged scholar with a peaceful face in front of her:
"I don't want to hide my intention, but the survivor camp has reached its upper limit with so many people. We both must work together to open up a new living area in the old city as soon as possible, otherwise something will happen here soon that no one wants to see.
mess."
"I know what you mean, Miss Miriam."
The middle-aged scholar smiled and said very humbly:
"In the two days since we left the corridor, my companions and I have reached an agreement. We have no intention of challenging your position in the survivor camp, and we are also willing to assist you in completing the diversion management of the survivors.
At least I don’t want to see everyone face unnecessary troubles after struggling to survive, so I propose.”
Miriam listened to the other party's description very carefully.
Judging from the opponent's attitude that seems to be showing weakness but is actually ready to come up with a complete plan, she knows that her current opponent is not easy to deal with.
But just when the middle-aged scholar was about to tell the specific plan, the door of this "conference room" was suddenly pushed open, and Major Fraser, wearing a Plantagenet uniform, bent over and walked in very dissatisfied, and shouted to Miriam
explain:
"I have to enter the ruins of the Blood Vulture Corridor to check the situation to confirm that Sarokdar is really gone. Huh? Professor Winston Malcolm? Why are you here?"
The major from the "enemy country" noticed that there were other people in the room and didn't care at all. However, when he turned around and saw the scholar who was talking to Miriam, he was stunned. His soldier's instinct made him stand up straight and face the situation in front of him.
The equally astonished middle-aged scholar made a standard bow and said loudly:
"Salute to you, tutor! I am Fraser Robert Capet, class president of Class 7, 1100-level History Department, Chardeau Artisan University!
I have attended seven of your public lectures on the evolution of noble titles in the Kingdom of Zealand. I have to say that those lectures are still fresh in my memory, and they also allowed me to learn about some of the unprecedented things that have happened to my family in history.
Interesting anecdotes recorded in the genealogy.”
"Ah, Mr. Fraser, I remember you!"
The middle-aged scholar took off his broken glasses, rubbed his forehead and found some remaining memories. He said:
"You specially invited me to sit in the most luxurious cafe in Port Chardeau after class, and asked me some very professional questions about the history of the Capet family. I also asked you at that time, but you denied it.
Now it seems that you are indeed a descendant of the oldest family in Zealand’s aristocracy?”
"This is my father's request. He said that if I want to prove my ability, at least during my studies, I should not receive too much interference and help from my family bloodline."
Major Fraser was surprised and very happy to see his former teacher. He simply pulled out a chair and sat next to Professor Malcolm, saying apologetically:
"To be honest, I admired your talent very much and wanted to invite you to serve as the historical consultant of the Capet family. However, due to the sudden occurrence of the Ten Years' War, I was unable to complete my studies and returned home early to become a soldier.
It's really comforting to see familiar faces in this strange land, Professor, but if I remember correctly, didn't the History Institute issue a recall order in the first year of the Ten Years' War?
I heard that the management office of Shardo University has sent special personnel to protect the safety of faculty and staff. Why did you appear in Transia?
And make yourself so embarrassed?"
"well."
Hearing this question, the well-educated middle-aged scholar also showed an unbearable expression on his face. While stroking his knees, he explained in a low voice in a tone of "the past is too painful to look back on":
"Because when the war broke out, I was invited by the Explorers Association to go to the Ice Bay area to inspect some historical sites of the Western Sabarians. As a result, I was inexplicably involved in the Old Church's rebellion against the Plantagenet Kingdom, and I almost fell into the Saks area.
For the prisoners of those angry mountain people.
It was truly a near-death experience.
After that, I witnessed with my own eyes the massacre of mountain people by the Plantagenet Kingdom while I was on the move, and I also saw the scene of thousands of miles of bare ground wherever the armed blood servants went.
That is the truth on every page of history.”
Professor Malcolm doesn't look very old, but the years of war have left him with gray hair. In the past, he was always reluctant to talk too much about his experiences to others, but when he met his former students, he spoke freely.
stand up.
After all, people who have been stressed out for a long time need a window to vent.
Mature men can never share too much of their pressure on their families. Now it is normal for them to express their sorrows when they meet those close to them.
He patted his knees and sighed:
"It would be okay if I was the only one. The problem is that my wife and children were on a recreational trip with me, and in order to protect my family I had to join the army of the Confederacy of Persia as a logistics officer.
Later he moved around and settled in Cadman City.
But fortunately, I have wasted nearly ten years and at least kept my family safe. I also have a healthy little daughter. This may be the protection of fate. I don’t expect anything more now."
"What a twist of fate. An outstanding scholar like you should not be involved in this damn war."
Major Fraser comforted him, then turned back and said seriously to Miriam, who had a strange expression:
"Miss Miriam! You also heard the true identity of Professor Winston Malcolm. He is a rare treasure in the field of human history. Therefore, I am now the major of the Plantagenet Kingdom's pioneering corps and the heir of the Capet family.
I am making strict demands on you!
You are no longer allowed to detain Malcolm in the name of those vampires. Huh? Is this?"
Before he could finish his righteous words, he saw Miriam, whose expression was indescribably weird, covering her eyes and taking out her "student ID card" from her psychic bag.
She glanced at Major Fraser and whispered:
"I am a student in the 1109th class of the Administration Department of Chardoux Artisan University. Well, I didn't expect that I am an alumnus of this annoying guy like you. Also, hello teacher! You should identify yourself earlier, so that we don't have to do what we just did.
An awkward conversation.
In front of a scholar like you, I'm afraid you have already figured out my details clearly, and I just made you laugh."
Miriam stood up, straightened her clothes, and saluted generously to Professor Malcolm, who was sitting in front of him in silence and astonishment for the second time.
This multiple identity reversal made the well-informed Professor Malcolm and the enemy Major Fraser next to him dumbfounded.
The atmosphere between the three people in the small conference room once became a little subtle.
But now that the three parties have clarified their identities and have such a relationship, their previous small conflicts can be put aside for the time being.
Miriam breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
She put away her cold expression just now and said to Professor Malcolm very politely and sincerely:
"Professor, I promise that I will find a way to send your family back to Port Chardeau after all this is over, but now, I really need your expertise to help me manage this increasingly large camp.
I don’t have to hide it in front of the elders!
This period of work has made me exhausted mentally and physically. After all, I am just a student who has not yet graduated and my abilities are limited. And you have several managers there. How should I put it? I received news that they are trying to sabotage what we finally got.
of peace.
This incident makes me quite anxious.
Doing this kind of thing in vampire territory is simply asking for death. Lord Murphy doesn't know it yet, but if he knew it, he would never let it go.
You should not be involved.
If you are involved, please stop immediately!"
Professor Malcolm did not answer immediately, but just looked Miriam up and down. After a few seconds, he smiled and said:
"For being able to single-handedly organize such a large-scale survivor camp during the Cadman City disaster and manage everything in an orderly manner, Miriam, I'm sure that you are definitely the best among the graduates of your level.
!
none of them.
When students encounter problems and ask their tutors for help, how can I, as an educator, sit back and ignore them?
In fact, I met several of them by chance. Although I can't stand some of their practices, I can't do anything about them. The most important thing is that this matter is a little more complicated than you think, Miriam."
The professor put his broken glasses on the table, lowered his voice, rubbed his brows, and said seriously:
"They are supported by external forces! This is why they are determined to snatch your management rights. Some people have made flashy promises to them. I tried to persuade them but they were too deceived and could no longer listen.
."
"Ahem"
At this time, Major Frazier next to him coughed with a somewhat unnatural expression, and whispered:
"It's me, Professor. In the name of the pioneering legion, I made a few insignificant hints to those ambitious people. Don't look at me like a madman, fellow student Miriam, discover and use the enemy
The internal contradictions are only the basic abilities of an intelligence worker.
I didn't intend to create a crazier situation here, I just wanted to cause some trouble for those vampires before I left.
But since this matter involves a scholar I respect, I will withdraw from now on!
As for those unlucky guys with great ambitions and cute ambitions, you can handle it yourself.
However, I must gain the authority to enter the Blood Vulture Corridor, and the report I want to submit to His Majesty the King must contain enough truth."
"I will mention this to Mr. Murphy, but it is a holy place for vampires. Whether you can enter or not is not my decision."
Miriam didn't give this bastard a good look.
The latter was also very interested and did not stay any longer. After agreeing with Professor Malcolm on a time to meet and chat in detail, he took the initiative to leave.
Miriam and her teacher were the only ones left in the conference room. Professor Malcolm put on his glasses. He glanced out the window of the burned house. After several seconds of silence, he asked an important question.
The problem:
"Miriam, please tell me seriously, do you really plan to serve Murphy for a long time? I mean, treat him as your master?"
"I"
Miriam peeked at the professor like a student being questioned. She clenched her fists nervously, and finally answered frankly:
"I actually hate vampires very much, Professor, and I still think that the so-called Midnight Nobles are a bunch of cancer. But I think Lord Murphy is different from other vampires. He once promised me that he would treat this world equally.
All life on earth.
I have also seen with my own eyes that in order to protect the civilians in the camp from being poisoned by crazy vampires, he decisively united with the witch hunters to kill his own people!
What's more, this is also an opportunity for me personally.
You also know how difficult it is for a person like me, who has no background or background, to make a career and truly create value with the knowledge he has learned.
I don’t want to give up!”
This answer made the middle-aged scholar nod his head, and he asked again:
"You are a student in the Department of Administration, so do you know what the core of politics is?"
"compromise?"
Miriam gave an uncertain answer that was considered "taiwan balm", but the professor shook his head. He stood up, walked to the window holding the leg injured in the exile, and looked at the ruins under the dawn sunshine.
Collectors working hard.
He whispered:
“It’s checks and balances!
Checking and balancing power is the core of politics, and making rulers willingly enter the cage is the art of politics. This is the answer given by history.
I'll stay and help you.
Not only because I was taken care of by the kind people here during the few years I lived in Cadman City, but also because I actually knew Mr. Murphy before this disaster, even earlier than you.
But like you, Miriam.
I also feel that Mr. Murphy seems to be different."
The professor thought of the strange vampire he had seen at the street relief point in the past period, who was always polite and kind to others. He smiled and said softly:
"I have a premonition that something destined to be remembered in history is about to happen in the suffering land of Transia. As a historian, I have the responsibility to record all the changes here and I am honored to be able to do so.
Get involved yourself.
If you don't mind that I am just a lame old man with no strength, then Ms. Miriam, I am willing to be your adjutant and make the contribution I can to this land where I have lived for several years.
My little daughter was born here and I would love to see it thrive."
