In the headquarters of the Military Intelligence Agency, in a plain office, thick curtains blocked out the bright sunlight outside the window. The faint light that spilled in through the gaps of the curtains made the room appear dim and shadowy. A magic network terminal was placed beside the office desk, and a faint blue light appeared above the projection crystal. The printing device connected to the terminal clicked as it operated. As the gears and rollers rolled, sheets of white paper were printed with ink and sent to a tray.
The printed paper floated in the air as if it was lifted by an invisible hand and sent to the desk. It flipped in the air, and when it reached the last page, there was a faint sigh in the room. "Sigh …"
A moment later, the paper was folded in the air and disappeared into the air inch by inch. Then, shadows moved in the dark room, and an almost imperceptible wind blew. The magic network terminal quieted down, and the whole room fell into a dead silence.
In Gwen's study, the heater was blowing gently and silently to resist the cold winter outside the window. The incense in the corner emitted a calming scent, and gradually dissipated with the weak airflow around the room.
Gwen, who was sitting behind the desk, felt something. He put down a document and looked up. "Not in a good mood?"
"… It's okay." Amber's figure emerged from the air and handed a folded document to Gwen. "There are reports from the Western Valley Transformation Area of the Holy Spirit Plains, the Southern Peibo Area, and the Eastern Sulam Plateau. Take a look."
Gwen took the document and carefully read the names and preliminary investigation brief. His expression did not change. "… It's okay, isn't it?"
"I don't see it's okay." Amber pursed her lips. "Some people are comparable to the old nobles … or even worse."
Gwen looked at the half-elf with a half-smile. "Still not used to it?"
"… Not really." Amber frowned. "I just feel sorry. Some of them are indeed opportunists who sneaked in due to a lack of manpower due to lax inspection. However, there are also some who have been working in the government office since the time of the duchy. They were promoted from the commoners and were selected from the progressive scholars. However … "
"A bright world is a beautiful vision, but it can't be realized," Gwen said, shaking his head. "Especially since we are developing too fast, we don't have time to thoroughly review and test every government official. This situation is inevitable. Sometimes, we can't hope that a certain group of people has innate morality and conscience. This kind of thinking is no different from the so-called 'aristocratic theory of excellence'. Therefore, we have to use systems and laws to restrain order. "
Just like what Gwen had predicted a long time ago, the rapidly developing Cecil Order would eventually show signs of corruption. Furthermore, due to the establishment of the Empire, a large number of new regions were placed under the jurisdiction of the highest government office. Some of the more remote regions could only establish temporary government offices. A large number of grassroots officials were both good and bad. The remote government offices and the highest government offices were separated, and chaos was inevitable in some regions.
But regarding this situation, although Gwen felt sorry for it, he was not surprised.
From the beginning, he did not expect the order he built to be perfect. He only hoped that everything he built would be in line with the current situation and be the most 'suitable' for this era.
He believed that Amber, who walked in the dark and dealt with intelligence all over the empire all day long, also knew this very well.
"The Third Internal Service is just a means. After all, the Third Internal Service is also run by people." Gwen looked at Amber. "Cross supervision, long-term responsibility, two-way traceability of responsibility, as well as continuous improvement of follow-up systems on this basis, as well as the implementation and maintenance of these systems, are the means to ensure the long-term.
"On this basis, we should be glad because we can at least catch those people in time and make a list. This shows that many of the systems we set in advance are effective, and there are people who can implement them. If there really comes a day when your name is not on the list, then as the director of the Military Intelligence Agency, you will really be in trouble. "
"Unfortunately, most of the people in the government office are just executing orders," Amber said with a sigh. "Few people think about the motive behind those orders, and even fewer people can understand the logic and basis of those orders. Almost no one can fully understand your huge system … Aren't you tired?"
Gawain smiled but did not comment on it.
Two seconds later, he asked Amber, "What about you? What kind of person do you belong to? "
"I probably don't belong to any category," Amber thought for a moment and suddenly laughed. "I'm not a person who likes to use my brain."
"In order to avoid working overtime, you're willing to sacrifice your IQ. You're really hardworking." Gwen smiled helplessly and raised his hand to point at the document he was just reading. "Typhon has preliminarily agreed to our proposal, including the exchange of long-term ambassadors, the establishment of embassies, the expansion of business cooperation and other projects. As for the international students, they will send a delegation before the beginning of spring. The leader will be the eldest daughter of Rosetta Augustus, Mathilda Augustus."
Amber blinked and immediately found the corresponding information in her mind. "Mathilda Augustus, 22 years old, Rosetta's eldest daughter, intelligent, excellent in martial arts, good at one-handed swordsmanship, personal strength should be at the Advanced level, specific level unknown. She doesn't often appear in public, but has a good reputation in the Typhon's aristocratic circle. Due to her noble status, excellent conduct, excellent knowledge, and other factors, she is known as the Untouchable Flower of the Typhon Empire. "
"In addition, according to the evaluation of the Military Intelligence Bureau, the possibility of this' Untouchable Flower 'becoming the next Emperor of Typhon is about 40%. Her brother, Prince Hadiran Augustus, is her strong competitor, and the latter has the advantage in succession because he is in charge of the Obsidian Imperial Army. But this does not mean that the two have a conflict. At least so far, the relationship between Mathilda Augustus and Hadiran Augustus was harmonious and respectful. Especially after the unexpected death of Rosetta Augustus' eldest son, the remaining two main heirs and the other siblings were particularly united and harmonious.
"That's all the information I have. After all, it involves the higher-ups of the other side, so that's all the information that has been leaked."
"A standard and perfect image setting …" Gwen touched his chin thoughtfully. "And I have a feeling that I have heard of a similar image setting somewhere …"
Amber did not understand Gwen's meaning for a moment. "Hmm? What are you trying to say? "
Gwen's mind had gradually opened up. "I'm thinking of pulling Veronica out and letting the two of them compete. Who do you think will be more powerful?"
Amber was confused. "… Why put them together? Because they are both princesses? But Veronica is already … "
"Because the two of them are quite … Ah, no, don't worry about it." Gwen waved his hand. "It's just a casual remark, no real meaning."
"Oh …" Amber scratched her head. This old dumpling in front of her often came up with some incomprehensible ideas or said some inexplicable obscenities. She had long been accustomed to it and did not ask further. She just silently noted down Gwen's strange words and was going to tell Veronica later.
"Speaking of which, aren't you going to let the two special 'citizens' of Solinburg play a role?" After a moment of thought, Amber said again. "One of them is to photosynthesize while the other's main job is to label the crystal jars dug out from the ruins and study the photosynthesis of the giant trees. I always feel that it's a waste of their special identities."
Gwen knew what Amber was referring to.
Bard Wendell, who was studying the photosynthesis of the giant trees in the Solinburg area, and Bertilla Augustus, who was photosynthesizing all day long, were the two most special 'citizens' of Cecil. Especially when it came to Typhon affairs, their identities were wonderful.
The former was the father of the current Wolf General of Typhon, and the latter was the ancestor of the current emperor of Typhon.
He felt that as long as he pushed these two people to the border at the right time, he would be able to make the military and political leaders and a large number of important figures in Typhon hold their chests and shout at the top of their lungs, "Nooooo!"
If they were lucky, they could even kill a few on the spot with high blood pressure.
The biggest difficulty of the whole process was that it was difficult for Bertilla to be pushed to the border. The Druil Research Institute in Solinburg should not be able to solve the problem of Bertilla's cuttings in such a short time. Bertilla herself may be able to flatten the entire Eastern Corridor and the Twelve Strongholds of the Changfeng in one breath if she could successfully pull her roots out of the ground.
However, it was precisely because these two people's identities were too special and too influential that Gao Wencai was unwilling to use them and expose them too early. Instead, he hid their information.
"These two cards are too big." He shook his head. "It's a waste to use them to shake the will of the people in Typhon now. Rosetta has countless ways to eliminate the impact of the 'rumors'. It's better to leave them for the future. They will have a greater effect. "
Amber sighed slightly. "I understand."
Gwen rubbed his eyebrows and relaxed some of his tense nerves.
"Is there anything to report from Office 25?" He asked casually.
"The main work at present is to design a plan for the fluctuation of the mental network. According to the information recently sent back by Daniel, the worst case scenario is that the mental network is temporarily or permanently disconnected. We will have to temporarily implement the 'freeze' plan on Daniel's line. After that, we will wait for the opportunity to consider other means to restore contact with Daniel and the surrounding intelligence personnel. Fortunately, Typhon has developed some backup spies so far. Daniel's apprentices, Typhon's emerging investors, and Typhon's small nobles have been roped in by us or have their weaknesses grasped by us. The intelligence network there is no longer completely dependent on Daniel's personal activities like before. "
Amber reported clearly, and Gwen nodded slightly as he listened.
The "Trajectory Plan" mentioned by Amber was the collective name for the various operations that involved contacting the grassroots nobles and abject knights in the process of exporting the magic train within Typhon's territory. They would then wait for an opportunity to infiltrate, rope in, or send people to form relationships with them and monitor them, thereby establishing a regular intelligence channel.
This plan had been implemented for almost a year. Although it was still in the early stages, there were some results.
The power of capital was powerful, especially in an environment with weak monitoring. The 'investment nobles' in Typhon who had just tasted the sweetness were almost unable to resist its temptation.
Amber did not mention in the report what to do with the intelligence system established in the Eternal Sleep Congregation after the collapse of the mental network. The reason was obvious. If the mental network really blew up, then the Eternal Sleep Congregation … should also blow up …
"Next … I hope everything goes well on Daniel's side." Gwen leaned back in his chair, his eyes calm, and his tone leisurely. "I hope the senior management of the Eternal Sleepers can be smart and alert."
…
The Empire of Typhon, Oldenheim, in the mage area near Obsidian Palace.
It was the season when the thick fog gradually rose. The already weak sunlight slanted into the room, blocked by the half-closed curtains, making the room appear dim. On a large reclining chair, an old mage in casual clothes had his head lowered, spending the afternoon in a light sleep.
The black-haired Mary sat at a square table near her mentor, her head bowed as she carefully wrote an advanced mathematics paper.
Suddenly, the sound of the apprentice turning the paper and moving the tip of the pen completely stopped, and it did not sound again for a long time.
Daniel immediately opened his eyes and looked in Mary's direction. "What's wrong? Which question don't you know?"
The next second, the old mage's leisurely and indifferent expression became serious.
He saw the black-haired apprentice sitting at the square table turn to face him, and that face had been replaced by another face at some point.
The sunlight from the window and the dust particles dancing in the sunlight all quieted down.
"Daniel," the apprentice 'Mary' looked at the old mage and said faintly, "We're here to learn something from you."
(Oh my god!!!!!
I've used up all my manuscripts, and I feel so peaceful.
I feel like my body has been hollowed out … I'll return to single-update mode for a while. I'll adjust and slowly save up more manuscripts … Don't worry, after the manuscripts are saved up, there will be such a continuous double-update mode.
Finally, for the sake of the double-update period, please vote for me if you still have votes =. Let's spread the word and start slaughtering those who have fattened up ~ ~ ~)
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