351: 123.
Miss Milian solved the major case of the enemy spy trying to overthrow Murphy’s regi!
_1 351: 123.
Miss Milian solved the major case of the enemy spy trying to overthrow Murphy’s regi!
_1 Miss Milian gracefully declined the reward she deserved, and as Murphy had proposed, she decided to stake her future on what was happening now.
However, the redhead was well aware that a promising future required her to work hard in the present.
As Murphy’s top “reserve politician”, she was indeed busy.
After finishing her conversation with Murphy and having a light breakfast, she returned to the survivors’ camp with a few specially selected assistants.
A major construction project was underway here.
Murphy had just rescued over 1800 people from the Blood Eagle Corridor.
The sudden doubling of hungry mouths was a daunting signal, but luckily, an effective and straightforward system was already in place in the camp, which allowed Milian to maintain control of the situation, for now.
According to her schedule, she was to et with the leaders of the survivors from the corridor early that morning to discuss assigning personnel to clear and restore the ruins of the outer city.
From a manager’s perspective, the situation Milian now faced could be summarized as follows:
The good news was that the leaders were cooperative with the work in the camp and even took the initiative to integrate the 1800 survivors into the existing system, which was based on labor credits and communal dining.
The bad news was that so of the leaders were quite restless and seed to have designs on power.
Lady Adel had confided this news to Milian privately.
As Murphy’s Blood Descendant and housekeeper, she felt it was her duty to inform the current manager of any notable events within their territory.
Milian hadn’t paid much attention to this before, thinking about completing her work first and then making herself scarce.
But now, she found herself like a spirited “battle hen”, eagerly waiting for the challenge from her peers.
It seed that many people had noticed the “treasure” represented by the survivors’ camp, and as the person closest to claiming it, the intelligent and tough redhead had no intention of letting go easily.
The change in her mindset brought more positivity, just like the difference between soone with a goal and soone going with the flow.
“Bang”.
The door of the small “eting room” was pushed open—it was actually an occasionally usable house in the ruins of the outer city that had previously been burnt.
A middle-aged man dressed as a scholar, sitting inside, looked up.
He must be the representative sent by the other side.
With a broken pair of glasses fixed with glue and cloth patches, hair graying, he looked weary but his clothes were very simple yet well-kept and clean.
He seed to have difficulty in walking and there was a wooden cane by his side.
In front of him were so papers covered in writing, apparently prepared to engage Milian in verbal arguntation to secure more benefits for the “camp” he represented.
The sight gave the redhead a strong sense of déjà vu.
It felt as if she was playing the role of a leader of a faction and was about to engage in a “political” negotiation with the other side’s diplomat.
What once seed distant was becoming her pressing reality.
“Hello, I’m Milian, the person in charge of the survivors’ camp.”
She took the initiative to say to the middle-aged scholar with a calm expression:
“I won’t hide my intention.
The survivor’s camp has already reached its limit by accepting so many people, we must work together to open new living areas in the old city as soon as possible.
Otherwise, the kind of chaos that none of us wants to see will happen.”
“I understand your point, Miss Milian.”
The middle-aged scholar smiled and said humbly:
“In the two days since we left the corridor, my companions and I have reached an agreent.
We have no intention of challenging your position in the survivors’ camp and are more than willing to assist with redistributing the survivors.
At the very least, I personally don’t want to see unnecessary turbulence after surviving with such difficulty.
Therefore, I propose…”
Milian listened intently to the other party’s presentation.
From the other party’s seemingly yielding but clearly well-prepared deanor, she knew that her opponent wouldn’t be easy to deal with.
However, just as the middle-aged scholar was about to outline his proposal, the door of the “eting room” was abruptly opened again.
Major Fraser, wearing a Golden Flower Kingdom uniform, walked in with dissatisfaction and bluntly said to Milian:
“I must inspect the ruins of the Blood Eagle Corridor to confirm that Salockdale was truly…
huh?
Professor Winston Malcolm?
What are you doing here?”
The major of this “enemy state” noticed the other person in the room at first without concern.
But when he turned around and saw the scholar who was talking with Milian, he was taken aback.
The instinct of a soldier made him stand straight and bow deeply to the equally surprised middle-aged scholar and loudly say:
“I salute you, sir!
I am Frazer Robert Kape, class captain of class 7, history departnt, year 1100, Shaldo University of Craftsman!
“I audited seven of your public lectures on the evolution of West Lan Kingdom’s nobilities.
I must admit that those lectures were unforgettable.
They allowed to learn so interesting events in my family history that were not recorded in our family tree.”
“Ah, Mr.
Fraser, I rember you!”
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