Leaning on the railing on the top floor of the guest house, Murat snickered.
He was wearing business attire, but he looked like a bad student who skipped classes. Considering the elves' rigid insistence on "rules" and "rules," his mentor and boss may have had headaches with this unruly personality.
"I don't think there's anything funny about that. You know, you're not that tired after working overtime for three days in a row."
Out of considerations of class and interpersonal relationships, Parsifal did not complain to Murat. He chewed a "combat energy bar" to refresh himself and glanced at the commander with dark circles in his eyes.
"I don't want to be called to tea by the gendarmerie or the Stasi just because I'm happy."
The "Race Marriage Law" was enacted mainly to prevent the population of elves with a thin population from becoming smaller due to intermarriage with other races. Although it has a very racist-sounding name, in the specific implementation process
However, there are few tough measures. Generally, government agencies and organizations seldom intervene as long as it is not a major criminal offense.
After all, in the face of the difference in lifespan between elves and other intelligent species, as well as the fact that the pregnancy rate is low among species with different genetic sequences, it is necessary to characterize a love affair that is unlikely to produce results as "shaking the foundation of the country". In addition to making people feel "this
You should talk to a brain doctor" has no more meaning.
But for the elven men and women who ran outside Agen Tolatong, the "Racial Marriage Law" is a high-voltage line that must not be crossed, because it is likely to reveal their identity. It also involves sexual bribery and espionage.
The Stasi often took pictures and recorded people behind the magic glass in brothels, hotels, and sex clubs, and then took out "hotel passion.avi", "cross-dressing**.mkv", "young girls' imprisonment and training.rmvb" and so on.
Door-to-door visits with imported audio and video materials. Based on the principle of preparedness, company and military expatriate personnel also have strict prohibitions on this aspect.
"Well, no matter what, your sacrifice of sleep time is still worthwhile. At least we know two important pieces of information."
Murat raised two fingers and sneered:
"First, the area around the fortress is not the worst; second, our Lord Earl is in trouble."
Unexpectedly, Natalia was not the maid beside the count, but a serf in the manor, responsible for taking care of the livestock. Therefore, she had a certain understanding of the situation around the fortress.
If the villagers we met last time were living a miserable life, then the life of the soldiers and their families behind the fortress could only be described as inhumane.
The soldiers in the rear have not received a salary of 1 cape for 6 months or more. Soldiers and their families live in shacks. Those with connections can still sell munitions to maintain turnover. Those without connections and not good at speculating can only rely on subsidies.
People work as long-term workers. They earn a little money by selling their physical strength. The place with the worst wage arrears is
There were even cases where more than a dozen instructor officers starved to death in the district. The hungry and cold soldiers had to take to the streets to beg for food for their families and themselves. Some troops secretly packed boxes of unopened muskets, repeating crossbows, and explosives.
Sold out, even to bandits and humans across the border!
"A bunch of idiots, they will pay the price sooner or later."
Murat is still indifferent, just like the old saying - "no.zuo.no.die", there is no need to sympathize with or care about the guy who is bent on death. As for those soldiers... just like their commander and the little father of the tsar
We are talking about a group of "gray animals". Who cares about the life and death of the animals?
"Do you want to report to the top?"
Parsifal asked in a low voice. Murat, who heard the implication, raised the corners of his mouth and nodded.
Reporting intelligence is originally their side job. Although there is a full-time intelligence department, everyone knows that intelligence needs to be compared one by one with information from different sources, and worthless and false information is eliminated. The remaining information is
A small part of the intelligence discovered within the time limit is valuable. Therefore, generally speaking, expanding the amount of information and corresponding analysis and processing capabilities as much as possible is the top priority of intelligence work.
However, this does not include the intelligence personnel’s own feelings. The intelligence submitted to superiors must be free of personal perspectives and emotions to avoid misjudgment.
Therefore, there is no need to write Parsifal’s words such as “the balance of strength between the two sides has become unbalanced”.
Just finish the job, there are some things that their class cannot interfere with.
"The count never cares about the life and death of the animals. He has more important things to deal with, such as urging our accountant to complete the revision of the accounts as soon as possible, dealing with the blue-hatted men from St. Petersburg, and so on."
Listening to Murat's sarcasm, Parsifal could only smile bitterly.
Bear clan with blue hat.
Even a ruffian who kills people and sells goods and doesn't care about class, or a noble man with medals on his chest will be frightened out of his mind when those gloomy-looking people wearing blue hats come to their door.
The intelligence and secret police agency of the United Principality of Ross - the Bureau for the Protection of Public Security and Order (), commonly known as "Oklana". Its functions cover intelligence collection, counter-intelligence, anti-corruption, internal border defense, ideological and public opinion surveillance, etc. Its powers include:
It is far superior to its counterparts in other countries, and even the Stasi of Alfheim cannot compare with it.
This violent organization has the highest level of privileges in the principality. They are only responsible to His Majesty the Tsar. No one can command them except the Tsar and their director. There are more than 90,000 full-time staff and 180,000 part-time staff in its establishment.
, these spies and spies not only infiltrate the military, political and intelligence agencies of foreign governments, but also spread their informants within their own country. His Majesty the Tsar's son
The daily words and deeds of citizens are all under the supervision of Oklana. Once anyone's words and deeds exceed the limits, the blue-hatted bear with absolute police power will immediately come to visit. Then the unlucky guy will be sent to Oklana.
Court, tried by Judge Oklana, and eventually sent to Oklana's special prison in the Arctic Circle - the "Gulag Archipelago", where he stayed until he rotted away.
Even the most noble Earl in this fortress had to lower his stature in front of Oklana.
"According to Natalia's description, a black carriage has appeared nearby recently. Our employees here have also noticed that strange faces have appeared in the fortress recently. It is probably Oklana who cannot be wrong."
"Why did His Majesty the Tsar's spies suddenly remember to pay attention to the count? His affairs did not just start in the past few years."
"Who knows, let the Stasi take care of these things, and we amateurs can just do our part... You have to make preparations and leave for the base in Plokhovka today or tomorrow."
"I see."
There was no question of "So sudden?", Parsifal looked calm.
A soldier's bounden duty is to obey, and Parsifal is not an idiot. He can't even tell what the count's purpose is in sending women to his door. Even a small clerk like himself wants to win over. It seems that Count Kuropatkin has been
Oklana pressed hard. As for Oklana, who had not discovered anything fishy about the Brest Fortress for so many years, why did he suddenly become interested in it? Anyone who is not a fool can smell the sinister atmosphere in it.
Although Murat and the others do not want to be involved in the internal strife of the principality at all, it is not a good thing for the business relationship between the count and the company to be in the hands of Oklana, not to mention that Oklana is very likely to take advantage of the company.
Get it and get the evidence of the count's crime.
At this time, someone must be on site, report the situation to the company headquarters, and conduct on-site command and operations. Considering military rank, seniority, adaptability and other aspects, Murat is the perfect candidate.
"I originally planned to take you to St. Petersburg, but now it seems that I can't. I will make it up to you when I have the opportunity in the future."
"If anything, work is the first priority. I will go back to the room to clean up."
"There's no need to rush. It won't be too late for you to set off after I've made all the arrangements. This is your first time in this country, and the vastness here is far beyond your imagination. At least not until I finish selecting a guide for you.
"
"I'm not very grateful. I'll take my leave now."
The young man's back gradually faded out of sight, and after the rooftop passage door closed, Murat let out a long breath.
Putting aside the worries of taking care of the rookie, Murat's mind returned to his unfinished official duties.
From just now, there was a question that had been weighing on his chest, and he couldn't figure it out.
The earl's misdeeds may have been recorded in Oklana's case for a long time. If he really wanted to touch him, I'm afraid the earl would have been crying in prison. Why did you choose to investigate now? And you haven't taken action for so long?
What is happening where you can't see?
Leaning on the railing and looking up at the white clouds in the sky, the captain frowned. (To be continued...)