Chapter 60 Transfer of Power
"What? There's a doctor from Fanariel coming?! β
Director Rivers was not well when he received the call.
"Why now?! I'm just getting a little bit better here............"
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the person on the other end of the phone.
"Cores! You're so confused! Needless to say, you should know that your repeated resistance to the orders of the Graduate School has already made those old antiques start to get angry! What's so strange that they'd send a doctor at this time? β
But Rivers was silent, he knew that the other side was telling the truth. In order to be able to extract the maximum benefits of this war, he has been stalling for time, and has always maintained a state of war warm-up with the empire.
And this is obviously not allowed by the old antiques of the graduate school who are full of experimental experiments.
"And in fact, I got a very bad news from my side."
The voice of the ally coming from the phone made Cliffors's heart sink: "Don't sell off, what's the news?" β
His allies didn't keep him waiting, either: "You haven't caught Christine to make the university think you're incompetent, and the new doctor is probably here to replace your rights." β
But Rivers suddenly stood up: "What did you say?!" How dare they?!! β
He has been a cow and a horse for Gregory for so many years, and he has managed to build a position that he has worked so hard for, but now he has to make wedding dresses for others?!!
"What are you kidding?!"
However, in the face of his outburst, the voice on the other side of the phone said unhurriedly, "That's true, Rivers. Now you have to make a decision, whether to surrender your rights obediently or continue to sit on your throne as director...... But it's all in your thoughts. β
That's right, it's up to you whether the power is still in your hands or not! Although this is the border of Gregory with the Empire, the old antiques never pay attention to it - they only care about the progress of their research.
As long as you do it quietly and throw the pot on the head of the empire............
But Rivers snorted.
"That's not right! You're not Morick! He would never instigate someone like this! Who are you?! β
A deep sense of fear welled up in his heart, and he knew very well that the cunning bastard never revealed his thoughts, let alone instigated others.
So the question arises - who is talking to him?
There was silence on the other side of the phone for a few seconds, as if contemplating what to say next.
"Cores, what are you talking about...... Okay, okay~ I gave up, so tired. β
He (?) Halfway through that, he revealed himself, and went on to say, "If you want to ask Morricks, he has already been imprisoned for theft by the guard, and I was the one who sent him to prison and gave him a one-way ticket to hell." By what I'm saying, I'm sure Director Cliffors, who is extremely 'loyal' to wisdom and Gregory, will understand what I mean. β
But Rivers must have understood what he meant?
Yes, he understoodβabout the fact that he had a lot of tricks in the hands of this mysterious man.
(Moric, that bastard!) Why was he caught! οΌ
Director Rivers had a secret hatred in his heart, but the mentality that he had cultivated over the years in the upper echelons made him quickly adjust to not being angry with a guy who was likely to be dead.
He knew very well that Morrick, who was the secretary of the graduate school library, could not easily lead the dog. That's why he chose him as his ally...... However, it turned out that he was blindsided.
Morrick has been killed, which makes his situation extremely dangerous!
"What the hell do you want?!"
Speaking out first in a negotiation would mean losing half of the game, but Rivers doesn't care that much. Even if he suffers a little loss now, it is better than the black information about him that Morrick is holding in his hand is exposed.
His heart was full of uneasiness, trying to figure out the other party's thoughts, thinking about who the other party was, but he couldn't find the answer in his heart.
But the other party showed up generously, as if Director Rivers's worries were nothing more than metrics in her eyes.
"All I want is power in your hands...... Of course, it won't be long. Cores ...... Predecessor! β
A young girl pushed the door open, still holding a phone in her hand. The voice coming from the microphone made Director Doctrius sure that it was the person in front of him who was talking to him.
The mysterious man who had been in the shadows showed up, but Director Rivers couldn't laugh at all - he knew this guy.
The girl with the phone really deserves the title of beauty. She is wearing a long purple windbreaker, a pure black tight shirt inside, black gloves on her hands, a pair of black boots on her feet, dark purple long hair is casually draped over her shoulders, she can be 1.7 meters tall, quite tall, it is worth noting that she has a melon seed face, beautiful facial features, sweet appearance, and narrow eyes are slightly narrowed...... It is like a poisonous snake ready to choose people to devour.
But Rivers looked at the beautiful girl in front of him who was obviously sweet in appearance but had a temperament like a poisonous snake, and his heart fell to the bottom as if he had been tied to the spiritual power gundam.
And the beautiful girl greeted him very energetically: "It's been a year since we last met at the graduate school, Fellow Rivers." In order not to embarrass you by forgetting my name, I'm going to introduce myself. β
Her black-gloved hands glowed with an eerie purple glow, and the old-fashioned landline phone she had held in her hand gradually distorted into a pile of scrap metal before vanishing.
But the corner of Rivers' eye jumped hard.
"Hamus Summit, Ph.D. of the Graduate School of Biology and Dragon Veinology, salutes you, Director."
Rivers' face turned pale, "It's been a long time since we met, Hamus. I didn't expect you to bring me such a "big gift" at a meeting! β
He said this with a bit of gnashing of teeth.
The squinting Dr. Hamus didn't care about Rivers' hostile attitude, but smiled and picked up the conversation: "You can't say that, senior. If you hadn't undermined the interests of the Academy for the sake of your ridiculous political career, I wouldn't be here, would I be in front of you, would I? β
She smiled eating, her squinted eyes opening slightly...... The eyes that leaked out of it were ten times cold-blooded than a poisonous snake.
But Rivers couldn't sit still.
He can't understand what kind of monster the girl in front of him is, and he can kill his teacher and sister without changing his face, just for a guy with an ethereal opportunity to study, and it is not much easier to figure out her discipline than to imagine the winning number.
That meeting a year ago left him with almost indelible psychological scars.
She had caught her handle at the moment, but Rivers couldn't imagine how he would be treated............ This is a more stinky signing than letting him go head-to-head with Christine!
But at this moment, he can only keep a straight face, trying not to let his emotions be seen through by Hamus.
And when Hamus saw that Cryos looked like I didn't want to speak, he neatly put a letter of transfer on his desk.
"This is the order of the graduate school, and I will be the supreme commander here from today onwards...... Temporarily. I haven't handed over your black information yet, for the sake of both of us, can you ask your senior to do your best to assist me in the future? β
An appointment will give up his power. Director Rivers' psychological shadow area is infinitely large at the moment...... But now the result was unexpected, and she treated Morrick directly with a ticket that no one wanted. And on his side, there is still hope for the official to be reinstated.
I can only bow my head, the authority of the graduate school is absolute.
So, Director Rivers left his seat with a blank expression: "I see, I will do my best to assist you from now on, Dr. Hamus Summit!" β
He bites the pronunciation of the word doctor.
And Hamus was still smiling...... There was only one expression on her face.
"Very good, senior, wise choice. For the sake of you getting the answer right, I'm going to tell you the good news. β
She walked past Director Cores and sat straight into his usual seat.
"Senior, have you ever wondered why you are not treated well by the professors?"
But Rivers' face froze, and without waiting for him to answer, Hamus continued: "Because you are too much of a politician!" Senior. If you were born in Ambrizette, you would have made a difference, or if you were born in the Empire, you would have a good future. But this is Gregory, home to alchemists. And we are not a country. β
She lifted her head and stared at the ceilingβif that eyes were always squinting were staring. Word by word:
"Gregory, not a country!"
If her words were heard by the officials of the Empire, I don't know how they would feel.
But this was said by a doctor who was considered a high-ranking doctor in Gregory, a high-ranking person in his own country personally admitted that his home country was not a country, and you can see how shocked Director Rivers is now.
"What are you talking about?!"
"Say what? Facts. β
Hamus shook her finger.
"As it is written in the textbooks of the graduate school, Gregory was a cult government called a cult until 894 years ago. After settling in the Quintoro Rift Valley, it was transformed into an academic form of government due to geographical and academic factors. But although Gregory has always been anarchic in this form of government, Fanariel University stands at the apex of all colleges, but it has never said that it is Gregory's government. β
Hamus rummaged through the stacks of papers on the desk, as if looking for something.
"The so-called academic government is actually a management body delusionally imagined by boring politicians like you, seniors. And the real Gregory is an organization put together by a group of fanatics in pursuit of forbidden knowledge, and there is no need for any government at all! However, you have used the authority of the graduate school as the skeleton and concocted a political system on your own, although it is very useful, but in the eyes of professors who value knowledge, it will be interpreted as a waste of valuable experimental resources, and it is impossible to have a good face for you because of this, it makes sense, right...... Oh, found it! β
Hamus pulls out a copy of this month's income and expenditure report from the pile of papers
"It's still the same, and there's no innovation in encryption."
After the face of Director Cores Tie Qing easily deciphered the hidden content in the "This Month's Income and Expenditure Report", Hamus stood up.
"Senior, you never understood the meaning of the phrase 'knowledge is power' that the professors taught you. Power is only a foil to one's own wisdom, and instead of pursuing wisdom, you pursue rights, and you have no idea of real power. β
"...... Now"
Dr. Hamus Summit said in an unmistakable tone:
"Take me to the testing ground where the Apostles are hidden, it's an order!"