"Another group of undead are about to enter Scarlet Castle. Alas, I don't know if we need to prepare resident information for them?
When I accepted this position as consul, I never thought that one day there would be undead under my management. The racial order of Transia is getting more and more confusing. The rules of the living cannot be directly applied to the dead.
So do we need to prepare a special set of management regulations for them?"
After receiving the news from the swamp front, Archon Miriam, who was about to get off work, couldn't help but complain.
She forwarded this information to her secretary and sent it to the newly established "Exit and Entry Management Section" under the Administrative Office and the already established household registration department, so that the newly appointed Transian civil servants could be prepared.
After handling these matters, the consul looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. It happened to be ten minutes before the off-duty time, which made Millia feel happy.
She doesn't have to work overtime today.
As more and more administrative players are assigned to their respective positions and local civil servants continue to graduate, coupled with the assistance of an "alien office system" established by Lord Murphy based on the system of computing orbs, Transia's
The government system operates very efficiently, which makes the work pressure of the consuls much less.
This means that the entire system she and Murphy have created for Transia is already working well.
Although in Professor Malcolm's view there are still many flaws in this system, and the calculation orbs are no longer enough, the newly created order is indeed better than the previous chaos.
Even the most harsh critic cannot deny that the current situation of Scarlet Castle is more than twice as good as the situation just after the Ten Years' War.
Not having to work overtime has brought Miriam a healthier lifestyle and a gradually restored mental state.
The most obvious point is that the Scarlet Archon finally no longer needs to show off with two dark circles under her eyes. She returns to her dormitory every day and after washing, she can take some time to enter the forum and learn from the "advanced experience" of other worlds.
Murphy opened a special "History Area" on the forum. Thanks to the continuous transfer of small players, there are already many cases that Miriam can learn from.
She is really studying instead of playing tricks. She also needs to take study notes and discuss them with Professor Malcolm.
As far as Miriam knows, Maxim was also studying military theories and combat cases at the Forum during this time. The eldest lady Femis also had her own responsibilities in the Forum Tavern, but what was she studying in the Forum Film and Television Area?
It's not something that the consul can understand.
Just like when she was talking to Femis on the phone a few days ago, the latter suddenly said "horse and monkey soju", which made Miriam a little nervous.
Although she doesn’t have that much time to watch those alien dramas, Miriam still understands what this word represents. After all, young players often use this word in some trolling posts.
"Hmph, no wonder you named your psychic organization 'The Scarlet Devil Mansion'. I think you, the little vampire, will probably become a useless person."
While the Archon was packing his things and getting ready to get off work, he complained in his mind that Femis was not doing his job properly. Then he thought about the upcoming Holy Blood Festival, the various preparations for holding festival activities in the Scarlet Castle, and the imminent departure to Chardo
The “mission” of the peninsula.
These are two major issues that the administrative office needs to continue to follow up on.
However, the victory reported on the swamp front also made Miriam feel relaxed. She understood the significance of this war for the assessment and testing of alien warriors in all aspects. They relied on themselves to gnaw the jackal stronghold, which meant that in the dark
When disaster strikes, they will also become one of the most trustworthy forces in this land.
"Perhaps we should hold a celebration party? Just hold it together with the Holy Blood Festival ceremony. It can also save some manpower and materials."
The consul thought so, she put on her windbreaker and left the three-story building of the administrative office.
She no longer lives in the small courtyard in the ruins of Scarlet Castle and works. When the warriors attacked Plague Town a few days ago, all important departments of the entire administrative office had been moved to this "house built by the Brotherhood of Stonemasons" in the inner city.
"Executive Courtyard".
Although the environment is not very good, the square yard and the tree-lined paths composed of specially transplanted trees make the place look quite impressive.
This courtyard also has a full set of facilities including a security office, canteen, and dormitories. It is the culmination of the "affordable housing" currently promoted by the Masonic Brotherhood.
Miriam doesn't know much about architecture, but she heard Mr. Brickman, the bricklayer who occasionally comes here to apply for a project, brag that their companions have found a kind of plant called "
"Kaolin clay" material can be used to make beautiful porcelain.
The brick mover also boasted that he would later build a new building for the administrative office that fits his status, and would decorate it with beautiful tiles from the inside out.
Miriam couldn't imagine what the buildings he described should look like, but she did see some otherworldly architectural styles on the forum.
It has to be said that those gorgeous high-rise buildings have indeed exceeded the imagination of an outsider. If those tall buildings decorated with large pieces of glass appeared in Transia, they would definitely become a spectacle.
"Your Majesty the Consul, should we go directly back to where you live? Or should we go to the city first?"
The consul's carriage was already waiting at the end of the boulevard, and Norman, the veteran who served as captain of Miriam's guard, asked as usual.
He still wore a mask to cover his severely injured face, but the black uniform he wore represented that he was no longer a member of the witch hunters and had officially joined the Security Section of the Administrative Office and became a glorious Transian
civil servant.
This is Norman's own choice.
In his words, he was tired of participating in wars for things he didn't understand at all. He had lost a lot in the ten years of war, and now he just wanted to spend the rest of his life in peace.
President Natalie was a little reluctant to accept this choice, but she did not block the retirement applications of these veterans.
Not only Norman, veteran Porter also chose to leave the witch hunter team.
It is said that this guy joined the pioneering team of the Dark Baron and served as the militia captain. He also adopted two orphans and planned to cultivate his own farm in southern Transia.
It is hard to imagine that this was the choice that the witch-hunting veteran, who was so violent and with fire flowing through his veins, would make it. Although the war had only ended four months ago, the fate of many people had already undergone considerable twists and changes.
"Same as before, walk around the city and then take me home. You can also get off work early."
Miriam climbed into the carriage and whispered to her guards:
"There will be a celebration of Holy Blood Day in a few days, and I will give you a few days off."
"We have a vacation, Your Majesty the Consul, and it is our duty to protect your safety."
Norman replied in a deep voice, which made Miriam feel helpless.
She wanted to persuade her, but before she could speak, a sudden chill appeared on the tip of Miriam's nose. She looked up in surprise and saw snowflakes falling from the gloomy sky.
"It's snowing! The first snow this year is a little later than usual, but it's still coming."
The Archon breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a strange sense of relaxation in his heart.
It was like the sign she had been waiting for finally arrived, which meant that the rules of this land were still operating as she remembered, and had not been affected by the drastic changes that had occurred in the past few months. This meant that the sky had always been
The hanging purple rift has not yet affected the local deep-seated rules.
"We're not going to the city, we're going to the grain warehouse outside the city."
Miriam boarded the carriage and said to her guards:
"In my experience, after the first snowfall every year, the climate in Transia will quickly turn cold. It only takes half a month for the temperature to drop to a very bad level. It is the most difficult time of the year.
The day is coming.
We have to make sure no one freezes to death or starves to death in our city this year."
"With all due respect, Your Majesty the Archon, your worries may not exist."
Norman was guarding the starting carriage. He held the handle of the knife at his waist with one hand and held the horse's rein with the other, looking around cautiously and responded:
"The administrative office had already prepared for winter in the autumn. Now all the residents in the city have moved into gray houses, and the masons have also obtained many boilers for heating hot water.
Although I don’t quite understand how the ‘heating’ they designed for each building works, their confident look means that our people will have a much better life this winter than before.
Warehouses outside the city are also filled with food. The current well-functioning labor points system is enough to ensure that those who are willing to work can have enough food and clothing.
The city should thank them, and the city should thank you."
"Norman, your simple compliment makes me blush."
Miriam in the carriage sighed and said:
"But this is not my credit. I was not involved in the construction of even one house. I just sat in the office and read documents and made decisions.
It was the people of this city who rebuilt the city with their own hands.
If they really thank anyone, then they only need to thank themselves and our warriors from other worlds, who brought us this medium-sized miracle."
Norman didn't answer anymore.
But judging from his posture, he may also agree with this answer.
Although his old friend died in the battle in Morland Village, his attitude towards the alien warriors has never been enthusiastic, but after seeing the changes they brought about with his own eyes, perhaps the resistance and regret in the veteran's heart will dissipate
a lot of.
The first snow in Transia was not gentle.
On Miriam's way home after inspecting the warehouse, heavy snow had covered the sky, covering the city that was still being rebuilt with a layer of white frost.
The carriage ran over the road, leaving two ruts, and the consul looked through the window at the residential buildings on the roadside with a hint of exhaustion.
The lights were already on in those square, aesthetically pleasing houses, and the fluorescent lights gathered together to light up the snowy night, just like piles of bonfires dispelling the desolate chill.
Who could imagine that this place was a hopeless ruin just three months ago?
"I did it!"
The consul in the carriage clenched her fists, and she said to herself in a voice that only she could hear:
"I can make this city survive this winter safely. I have lived up to the trust that Murphy, Tris and the warriors have placed in me. The goals listed on the plan will eventually be achieved bit by bit, and
When my sculpture stands in the most conspicuous place in the city, I will face it without any guilt.
This is my city, this is the city I protect.
Mom, if you could see this, your daughter would be proud to tell you that we no longer need charity from the Beverly family to climb high.
What you desire, I have helped you achieve.
I am finally able to get rid of the past completely, and I will face the ever-changing future with an open mind. Please bless me."
——
"The boilers are burning and the pressurized pipes are functioning normally. Four hours is enough for hot water to flow through the floor passages in this residential area.
But it turns out that our design seems a bit whimsical."
On the first night of snowfall, in a boiler room outside the residential area of Scarlet Castle, a duster in a windbreaker was discussing their design with a brick mover next to the weird boiler and winding water pipes.
The matter of "local heating".
The young civil engineer with a sad face looked at the notebook in his hand and said to the brick mover:
"I sent people to test several houses. When hot water flows through the holes between the floor slabs, the insulation effect they can bring to the room is extremely limited. Without metal water pipes as conductive media, the heat transfer efficiency of the stone is simply appalling.
It's a pity that good quality metal is still an important substance on this land.
In short, the heating facility we designed can only raise the temperature by about five degrees on the best floor, and people still have to wear thick clothes in the house.
But on the other hand, the effect of the small kang that the semi-double brother suggested to install in the room is quite good. Apart from the risk of carbon monoxide poisoning, the use of this ancient thing is perfect.
Alas, as expected, things like architecture cannot just be based on whimsical ideas. The experience passed down by our ancestors is still more practical in this otherworldly architecture."
"Don't be discouraged. It's just an attempt. In the worst case, we will adopt a smarter design when we build the second phase of residential buildings in the future."
The brick mover was happy and not disappointed.
He reached out and patted the water pipe next to him, and said to the grayer:
“Although the attempt to use home-grown floor heating failed, with these N-hand boilers purchased at low prices through the channels of the Capet family, we can provide residents with 24-hour hot water supply.
This is also a kind of humanistic care.
There is no need to visit the several farms. The houses there are all designed by Old Chentou himself, and the insulation effect will only be better than those we have tinkered with, so there should be no cases of people freezing to death.
Unless there’s a big snowstorm in Transia this winter”
"Hey, shut up! Stop being so talkative."
The gray man closed his notes and glared at his roommate who was talking nonsense, but the brick mover was happy and didn't care.
His particularly happy state today quickly attracted the curiosity of the Asher. After checking that the boiler was operating normally, the Asher approached and asked:
"Brother Sun, the smile on your face today is very strange. Is it something good?"
"Hey, good things are good things."
The brick mover sat on the chair next to him and said with a smile:
"I convinced my wife. She has already filled out the application and will soon come to Transia to play games and become a 'rich lady' at the same time."
"grass."
The gray man didn't understand his roommate's brain circuit at all. He blinked and said:
"Others find it annoying to bother their wives when they play games, but it's better for you. Before you get married, you drag your fiancée in to play together. If you are being controlled outside the game, you can't live peacefully in the game, right?"
"This is called cyber fun, you know nothing about it."
The brick mover winked and said:
"What about you? Haven't you settled the matter with Sister Pa Lian yet? You can't keep going like this. Brother, look at how free and easy she is. She even exchanged rings with Miss Amber.
You have to hurry up too, my brother.
I think your boring gourd character needs to be an orphan in reality. The development team looks at you and gives you two such good paper figurine wives. If you miss this village, there won’t be this shop."
"Oh, forget it, I can't even get in now."
The gray man rubbed his face in pain and said:
"Mrs. Palian also talked to me and said that I was not allowed to harm her precious daughters. I died unjustly. I didn't even intend to do anything bad, okay?"
"Well, I think that's actually the problem. If you had really done something bad, you probably wouldn't be in such trouble."
The brick mover said with a strange expression:
"I think you still haven't made up your mind and are still worried about gains and losses. Alas, I can actually understand your hesitation. After all, what's fake is fake.
No matter how wonderful your life is here, once the game is shut down, you will lose everything. Unlike me, I’d better have a wife who will never leave me to live my life with me.”
"Fuck! Even if the server is really shut down, I will find Alpha Company to buy the data of the Palian sisters! No matter how much it costs, I have to buy it. At worst, I will have to work for the rest of my life to pay off the debt."
The gray man clenched his fists and said:
"I actually thought about it, and I also wanted to make a decision. Niu Niu's incident gave me a lot of courage. We are all students, and I am several years older than Niu Niu.
He can bravely pursue his heart, and so can I.
I just feel that the idea that I want both of them is too shameless, I just don’t know how to tell them, I think I still need a little time."
"Don't hesitate."
The brick mover stood up and encouraged:
"Sister Palian and those children will be sent to the Chardeau Peninsula for refuge and school after the Holy Blood Festival. If you don't seize it, this last chance will slip away and it will be gone forever.
The appearance and figure of the two girls are top-notch in the entire Scarlet Castle. Mrs. Pallian has also been promoted step by step in Lord Murphy's government, and her family background has also been improved.
Do you understand what an ‘upstart’ means?
Your mother-in-law from another world will be a high-ranking official in Transia in the future. She will be one of the few people at the top of the pyramid. This is enough to attract a lot of unnecessary attention.
I don't believe that no one will pay attention to the Palien sisters in Port Chardeau. What a good cabbage, don't give it to the wild boars from other places.
