Considering that the counteroffensive against Burma is currently underway, Alan Wilson does not feel that it is too difficult to send a document.

After coming to the headquarters, he realized how wrong he was, Mountbatten was not there. Alan Wilson didn't know what was inside the bag, so out of caution, he drove straight to Mountbatten's residence in New Delhi.

A Southeast Asian theater commander is not in the headquarters, if it is someone else, Alan Wilson may feel derelict in his duties, but this person is Mountbatten, but he has a feeling that it should be like this, who makes the family really have a deep background and is not doing his job.

Alan Wilson was not surprised by the fact that the victory at the Battle of Imphal had nothing to do with the commander of the Southeast Asian theater of operations, which was well known in British India.

When he went to Mountbatten's residence, he was also interrogated by strict guards, after all, Mountbatten's identity deserved this kind of protection. During the guard's interrogation, Alan Wilson suddenly remembered that it seemed that Mountbatten had been assassinated in the end.

Thinking about Mountbatten's merits, he couldn't think of it for a while, and if he had to be more serious, he might count it against Japan for the rest of his life.

From a distance, the first thing that catches the eye of Mountbatten's villa is the grand gate, white wood fence, pointed reddish-brown roof, and manicured lawn below, it is hard to imagine such a mansion in New Delhi.

Even in the future capital of India, Delhi's Old Town is full of beggars, and the air smells of India, just like the British ghettos of New Delhi.

Alan Wilson stood in front of the door of the villa, coughed softly, and knocked on the door, and after a while, just when he thought that there was no one in the house, and that he could go home, back to Hyderabad, the door opened.

A girl opened the door, looked at the uninvited guest in front of her, and said with a sense of vigilance in her eyes, "Who are you, what are you doing here, do you know what this place is?" ”

"Huh?" Alan Wilson was confused by this series of questions, his left hand holding the document bag did not move, and his right hand also maintained the posture of knocking on the door, considering that such a large villa must have a servant or something like that, Alan Wilson's eyes narrowed and frightened, "A girl has no one to teach you to be polite?" I'm here to deliver the confidential documents to Commander Mountbatten, and I must hand them over to him myself, so you can go and play with them. ”

shook the majesty of Commissioner Hyderabad, which surprised the little girl in front of her, and asked unconvinced, "Do you know who I am?" ”

"You obviously underage girl, don't disturb my work. I don't have time to play with you! Alan Wilson dealt helplessly, reached out and toddled the little girl aside, looked at the furnishings of the villa, and turned back as if he remembered something, "Commander Mountbatten, which room." ”

"My father isn't here, and I don't know where he is?" Pamela Mountbatten puffed out her cheeks and said, "I'm not a servant, my name is Pamela Mountbatten, and the person you are looking for is my father." ”

At the critical moment when he didn't sit in the position of hot commissioner, Alan Wilson didn't even have time to consider Pamela Mountbatten's identity, and said to himself, "It's a pity, it was the Governor's Mansion that asked me to send the documents, is your mother here?" ”

Pamela Mountbatten shook her head embarrassedly and said, "My mother is not here, and now I am the only one in this villa." ”

"New Delhi is safe enough, but it's not too careful." suppressed the vigorous beating heart, it was not that Alan Wilson felt the arrival of love, but only then did he realize who this little girl was, and said with a straight face, "You must know that it is a time of war, you should ensure your safety at home, don't think that the war is far away from New Delhi, even within British India, supporters of the Congress Party and the Muslim League often break out in vendettas, and the severity is beyond your imagination." ”

Alan Wilson frightened Mountbatten's daughter, and the words were naturally half-truths, mainly through deliberate care, so that the other party would not talk nonsense after her father returned. This is not a trivial matter, although the United Kingdom has already entered the stage of constitutional monarchy, and the royal family should not judge the civil servants, but also depends on who is divided.

Mountbatten is now a calling card of the British Empire's royal family, and Alan Wilson is guilty of attracting the attention of the other party.

A few words successfully diverted Pamela Mountbatten's attention, and Alan Wilson told the other party to be alert to danger, but it attracted Pamela Mountbatten's suspicious gaze, "You don't seem to be a senior civil servant of your age." ”

"Well, I'm just young, and I went to college six years ago." Alan Wilson thinks back to the time, yes, in 1939, he completed his pre-college coursework. Then came the blitzkrieg of Poland and a series of events to the East.

"Then you're too young, I don't think you're even twenty years old." Pamela Mountbatten's exclamation in disbelief was successfully deflected by Alan Wilson's words.

Alan only revealed the year before going to college, and did not say her age, as for the age guessed by Pamela Mountbatten, it can be said that she made up her own brain.

Alan Wilson stayed, not because he had any intentions for Mountbatten's daughter, but because of the risk of not letting the whereabouts of the documents go unnoticed, Pamela Mountbatten agreed.

It doesn't look much older than herself, but she has become a civil servant with a high status, and Pamela Mountbatten is also quite curious. Father and mother can't be there every day, and it's a good thing to have someone to talk to her.

"My mother was surrounded by a group of local Indian noblewomen, and my father was even more busy, and he didn't necessarily want to come back." Pamela Mountbatten said a little arrogantly, "But if they were really busy with business, it would be fine, but it doesn't seem to be like this." Well, give me the papers, and I'll pass them on to my father when he comes back. ”

Reaching out and raising his wrist, Alan Wilson looked at the time, obviously not interested in Pamela Mountbatten, the second generation, he is most interested in promotion now, everything else can be abandoned, and it is not a stunning beauty like Elizabeth Taylor, but since Pamela Mountbatten took the initiative to speak, he will also have a response.

"It's strange, are you teaching me how to do things? At your age, all you see is appearances, and these Indians are approaching your parents with a purpose, because it represents a path to success. Alan Wilson straightened his shirt and tilted his head calmly, "Once one day we lose our authority, these Indians who breed like cockroaches will become different." If it were me, I wouldn't have a relationship with people from all walks of life in India, even if it might be a Brahmin. ”