Chapter 124 123 Miss Miriam busts an enemy spy’s attempt to subvert

Chapter 124 123.Miss Miriam cracks the big case of enemy spies trying to subvert the Murphy regime!
Miss Miriam very suavely refused her due payment, deciding as Murphy said to use the present as collateral to put up a fight for her future.

However, the red-haired girl knows that the future of the bright future still need to work hard, and as the number one “reserve politician” under Murphy’s command, she is really busy with official business, after finishing the conversation with Murphy and casually eat some breakfast, she took her hand-picked a few assistants back to the survivor camp.

The place is undergoing major construction.

Murphy had just rescued more than 1800 people from the Blood Buzzard Cloisters, and having twice as many mouths needing to eat out of thin air was a very disturbing sign, but fortunately, there was already a set of rough and simple order in the camp that had worked well before, allowing Miriam to basically stabilize the situation for now.

According to the schedule she had set for herself, early this morning she was to start a meeting with the leader of the group of survivors in the cloisters about drawing men into the ruins of the outer city for cleanup and initial reconstruction.

From an administrator’s point of view, the situation Miriam now faced could be summarized as follows:
The good news is that the other party is very cooperative with the work of the camp, and has even taken the initiative to bring 1,800 survivors to integrate into the existing management system based on “labor points” and “big rice”.

The bad news is that there are a few people in the leadership of the other side who are quite restless and want to take over the power.

Mrs. Adele told Miriam about this news in private. As Murphy’s blood and housekeeper, she felt the need to inform the current administrators of certain phenomena in the territory that needed attention.

Before, Miriam didn’t care about it, all she wanted was to hurry up and do it then get her feet wet.

Now, however, Miriam found herself like a fighting hen, eagerly awaiting a challenge from her peers.

It seemed that a lot of people had noticed the “treasure” that the survivor camp represented, and as the closest thing to having it all to herself, the smart and feisty redhead obviously wasn’t about to let it go.

The change of heart brought her more subjective motivation, just as the guy who had found his goal and the one who went along with the crowd were definitely two different states of life.

“Snap.”

The door to the small “meeting room” was pushed open, which was actually a fire-ravaged but barely functional house in the ruins of the outer city.

A middle-aged man dressed as a scholar who was sitting in it looked up.

He must be the representative sent by the other side.

With broken and glued up frames, his hair was gray and haggard, with some worries between his eyebrows, he was dressed plainly but cleaned up very well, his legs didn’t seem to be very convenient, and he had a cane made of chipped wood by his hand.

In front of him lay some manuscript paper filled with words, apparently intending to fight with Miriam to gain more benefits for the “camp” he represented.

The scene gave the redhead a strong sense of immediacy.

It was as if she was now playing the role of the leader of a power, and was about to start a “political” game with the other side’s diplomats for her own interests. Something that was once far away for her had now become a reality for her.

“Hello, I’m Miriam, the director of the survivor camp.”

She took the initiative to address the calm-faced middle-aged scholar in front of her:

“I don’t want to hide my intentions, but the survivor camp’s current acceptance of so many people has already reached its upper limit, and both of us must work together to open up a new living area in the old city as soon as possible, or else there will soon be some chaos here that no one wants to see.”

“I know what you mean, Ms. Miriam.”

That middle-aged scholar smiled as he said very humbly:
“In the past two days of leaving the cloister, my companions and I have come to an agreement that we have no intention of challenging your position in the survivor camp, and we are also more than willing to assist you in accomplishing the triage management of the survivors.

At the very least, I personally don’t want to see people having to deal with unnecessary waves after having survived the hardships, so I propose…”

Miriam listened to the other’s description very carefully.

From this attitude of the other party that seemed to be showing weakness but was actually ready to come up with a complete plan, she knew that her current opponent was not easy to deal with.

However, just as the middle-aged scholar was about to reveal the specific plan, the door of the “conference room” was suddenly pushed open, and Major Fraser, who was wearing the uniform of the Kingdom of the Golden Flower, bent down very dissatisfiedly and walked in, saying loudly to Miriam:

“I have to enter the ruins of the Blood Wyvern Cloister to check the situation in order to confirm that Salokdar has really… Huh? Professor Winston Malcolm? What are you doing here?”

The “enemy” major noticed that there was someone else in the room and didn’t care, but as soon as he turned around and saw the scholar who was talking to Miriam he was dumbfounded, and his military instincts caused him to straighten up, make a standard curved bow to the equally shocked middle-aged scholar in front of him, and exclaimed:
“Hail to you, Mentor! I am Fraser Robel Carpe, head of the 1100th class of History 7 at the University of the Artisans of Chardonnay!
I have sat in on seven of your public lectures on the evolution of noble titles in the Kingdom of Sealand, and I have to say that those lectures have stayed with me for a long time, and have allowed me to learn certain anecdotes about my own family’s history that have occurred that were not recorded in the genealogy.”

“Ah, Lord Fraser, I remember you!”

The middle-aged scholar said as he removed his tattered spectacles and after rubbing his forehead did find some remnants of his memories:
“You also specially invited me to take a small seat at the most luxurious cafe in Chardonnay Harbor after the class and asked me some rather specialized questions about the history of the Capet family, and I asked you about it at the time, but you denied it.

Now it seems that you are indeed a descendant of the oldest family in the Westland nobility?”

“It was father’s request. He said that if I wished to prove myself, then at the very least, I would not be able to receive too much interference and help from the family line during my studies.”

Major Fraser was also surprised and very pleased to see his former teacher, and he simply pulled out a chair and sat down next to this Professor Malcolm, speaking with an apology:

“To tell you the truth, I admired your talent and wanted to invite you to be the historical advisor of the Capet family, but 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 so comforting to see familiar faces in this strange land, Professor, but if I remember correctly, didn’t the History Academy issue a recall order in the first year of the Ten Years’ War?

I’ve heard that the administration of the University of Chardonnay has even sent someone to protect the safety of the faculty, so why are you here in Transylvania?
And got yourself into such a mess?”

“Alas.”

Upon hearing this question, a strained expression appeared on the face of the very cultured middle-aged scholar, who stroked his knee while explaining in a low voice with a tone of “the past is hard to look back on”:
“Because at the time of the war, I was invited by the Explorer’s Association to go to the Ice Bay region to investigate some of the historical relics of the Western Sahara Barbarians, and as a result, I was inexplicably caught up in the Old Religion’s rebellion against the Kingdom of the Golden Cockatrice, and almost fell into captivity in the Sachs region to those angry mountain people.

It was a life-threatening experience.

After that, I witnessed the massacre of the mountain people by the Kingdom of the Golden Flower in the course of my displacement, and also saw the scenes of armed bloodsuckers who had gone to the ground in thousands of miles.

That is the truth of every page of history.”

Professor Malcolm didn’t look like he should be old, but the years of war had given him gray hair, and he had always been reluctant to talk too much about his experiences to others, but when he met his former student in front of him, he spoke freely.

After all, people tense for a long time also need a vent window.

Mature men can not be too much of their own pressure to share to the family, and now meet the close people pouring out their woes is also a very normal thing.

He patted his knee and sighed:

“It would be fine if it was just me, the problem is that my wife and child were with me on the expedition as a diversionary trip, and in order to protect my family I had to join the army of the Bohemian Confederacy as a logistic officer, and then later bounced around and landed in the city of Cadman.

But luckily, wasting nearly a decade at least kept my family safe, and I have a healthy young daughter, that may be the refuge of fate, I don’t ask for more now.”

“What a fate, a brilliant scholar like you should not have been caught up in this damn war.”

Major Fraser consoled, and turned back to say seriously to Miriam with an odd expression:

“Miss Miriam! You have also heard the true identity of Professor Winston Malcolm, who is a rare gem in the field of human history, and thus I am now making a solemn request to you in my capacity as the Major of the Golden Sparrow Kingdom’s Pathfinder Legion as well as the heir to the Carpe Family!

You will not continue to hold Malcolm in the name of those vampires. Hm? This?” Before he could finish his words, he saw Miriam, whose expression was already too strange to describe, cover her eyes and take out her “student ID” from her psychic bag.

She glanced at Major Fraser and whispered:

“I’m a student of the 1109th grade in the administration department of Chardonnay Artisan University. Well, I didn’t realize that I’m actually an alumnus with this annoying guy like you. Also, good day teacher! You should have identified yourself earlier so that we wouldn’t have to have that awkward conversation just now.

In front of a scholar like you, I’m afraid that my bottom line has long since been scrutinized by you, so I made you laugh just now.”

Miriam stood up, straightened her clothes, and greatly saluted Professor Malcolm, who was sitting in his chair in front of her in second silence and astonishment.

This multiple reversal of identity made even the knowledgeable Professor Malcolm and the enemy Major Fraser next to him laugh and cry.

The atmosphere between the three people in the small conference room once turned a little delicate.

But since all three parties had clarified that there was still such a layer of relationship in their identities, those small confrontations they had before could be put aside for the time being.

Miriam breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

She put away her own icy expression from earlier and said politely and sincerely to Professor Malcolm:

“Professor, I promise that I will find a way to send your family back to Chardonnay Harbor after all of this is over, but right 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 time has already worn me down, and I am, after all, only a student who has yet to graduate, with limited abilities. And you have several managers on your side . How so? I’ve received word that they’re trying to disrupt our hard-won peace.

The matter has caused me considerable anxiety.

To do such a thing in vampire territory is simply suicidal, and Lord Murphy doesn’t know it yet, but he would never let it go if he did.

You should not be involved.

If you are involved, please stop now!”

Professor Malcolm didn’t answer immediately, he just looked Miriam up and down, and after a few seconds, he smiled and said:
“To be able to single-handedly form such a large-scale survivor camp in the midst of the disaster in Cadman City, and still manage everything in an orderly manner, Miriam, I’m sure you’re definitely the best one among the graduates of your level!
There isn’t one.

And how can I, as an educator, sit back and do nothing when a student is in trouble and asks for my mentor’s help?

In fact, I’ve met a few of them in passing, and I can’t do anything about some of their practices even though I don’t like them, and most importantly, this matter is a little more complicated than you think, Miriam.”

The professor placed his broken glasses on the table as he lowered his voice and rubbed his brow in seriousness:
“They’re backed up by an outside force! That’s why they’re determined to take over your management, they’ve been made flashy promises, I tried to convince them but they’re too deluded to listen anymore.”

“Ahem.”

At this time Major Fraser next to him coughed with a somewhat unnatural expression as he whispered:

“It’s me, Professor. I made a little insignificant hint to those rather ambitious people in the name of the Pathfinder Corps. Don’t look at me with the eyes of a madman, Miriam schoolmate, discovering and utilizing the enemy’s internal contradictions is just the basic ability of an intelligence worker.

I hadn’t intended to create a crazier state of affairs here, just a little trouble for those vampires before I left.

But since this matter involves scholars I respect, I’m out from now on!
As for the unlucky few with high aspirations but cute ambitions, deal with them yourselves.

However, I must be granted access to the Blood Vulture’s Cloister, and there must be enough truth in the report I am to submit to His Majesty.”

“I’ll mention this to Lord Murphy, but it’s a vampire sanctuary, and it’s not up to me to decide if you can enter.”

Miriam didn’t give the bastard a good look.

The latter was also very knowledgeable and didn’t stay any longer, and after agreeing with Professor Malcolm on a time to meet and talk in detail in a while, he took the initiative to retreat.

Only Miriam and her teacher remained in the conference room, and Professor Malcolm brought his glasses up as he glanced out of the window of the burned-out house, and after several seconds of silence he asked a very important question:
“Miriam, please tell me seriously, do you really intend to serve Murphy for a long time? I mean, regard him as a lord?”

“I.”

Miriam stole a glance at the professor like an accountable student, she clenched her fists a little nervously and finally answered honestly:

“I actually loathe vampires very much, Professor, and to this day I think those so-called Midnight Nobles are a bunch of poisons. But I don’t think Lord Murphy is like other vampires, he promised me that he would treat all life on this earth as equals.

I have also seen him decisively join forces with the witch hunters to kill his own kind in order to protect the civilians in the camp from being poisoned by the mad vampires!

What’s more, this is an opportunity for me personally.

You know how hard it is for someone like me, who has no background and no origins, to make a career out of what I’ve learned.

I don’t want to give up!”

This answer made the middle-aged scholar nod, and he asked again:

“You are a student of the administration department, so do you know what the core of politics is?”

“Compromise?”

Miriam gave an uncertain answer, but the professor shook his head as he stood up and walked over to the window, holding his leg, which had been injured in exile, and looked at the Collectors laboring over the ruins in the dawn sunlight.

He whispered:

“It’s checks and balances!

Checks and balances on power are at the heart of politics, and getting rulers to willingly walk into their cages is the art of politics, is the answer history has given.

I will stay and help you.

Not just because I was taken care of by the good people of Cadman City during the years I lived here, but because I actually knew Lord Murphy before this disaster, even before you.

But like you, Miriam.

It seems to me, too, that Hon. Murphy seems different.”

The professor said softly with a hint of a smile as he thought of the strange vampire he had seen some time in the past at his own relief point on the street who was always courteous and kind to others:
“I have a hunch that something great is about to happen in this suffering land of Transylvania that is destined to remain in history, and as a historian, it is my duty to record all the changes here with my own hands and to be honored to participate in them personally.

If you don’t mind that I’m just a crippled old man with no hands, then Ms. Miriam, I’d like to be your adjutant and do what I can for the land I’ve inhabited for so many years.

My youngest daughter was born here, and I would love to see it thrive.”

(End of chapter)