"Another batch of undead is about to enter the Crimson Keep, and I wonder if we need to prepare resident information for them?

When I first accepted the position of consul, I never imagined that one day there would be undead to take over my stewardship, and the racial genealogy of Translancia is becoming more and more chaotic. The rules of the living cannot be applied directly to the dead, so do you have to prepare a special set of management norms for them? ”

After receiving the news from the swamp front, Archon Miriam, who was already preparing to leave work, couldn't help but complain.

She forwarded this information to her secretary and sent it to the newly established "Immigration Control Section" under the Administration Department and the established Hukou Department, so that the new Translancian civil servants could be prepared.

The archon, who had taken care of these things, looked up and saw the hanging clock hanging on the wall, which was stuck exactly ten minutes before the end of the day, which made Millie feel reassured.

She doesn't have to work overtime again today.

With more and more administrative players being placed in their respective positions and the local civil servants continuing to graduate, and with the help of Lord Murphy's "Otherworldly Office System" based on the system of computing orbs, Transasia's government system is very efficient, making the work of the Archons much less stressful.

This means that the whole system she and Murphy have shaped for Translancia has begun to work well.

Although Professor Malcolm still thinks that the system is still flawed, and the Orb of Calculation is far from sufficient, the new order does outweigh the previous chaos.

Even the most demanding critics can't deny that the current situation of the Crimson Keep is more than twice as good as it was at the end of the Decade War.

No longer having to work overtime has brought Miriam a healthier lifestyle and a gradually recovering mental state.

The most obvious point is that the Scarlet Archon finally doesn't need to swagger through the market with two dark circles under her eyes, and she can still find some time to enter the forum after washing up every day to learn from the "advanced experience" of the other world.

Murphy has opened a special "historical area" on the forum, and thanks to the continuous movement of young players, there are already many cases that can be learned by Miriam as an experience.

She's really studying instead of playing tickets, and she's going to take study notes and discuss them with Professor Malcolm.

As far as Miriam knew, Maxim was also studying military theory and combat examples at the forum during this time, and the eldest lady Philimis also had her own duties in the forum tavern, but what she learned in the forum film and television area was not understandable to the archons.

It's like when she was talking to Philimis on the phone a few days ago, the latter suddenly popped out a sentence of "horse monkey soju", which made Miriam a little nervous.

Although I don't have that much time to watch those otherworldly dramas, Miriam still understands what this word represents, after all, young players often use this word in some flooding posts.

"Hmph, no wonder you named your psionic organization 'Red Devil Pavilion', I think you, a little vampire, are probably going to become a waste."

As the Archon packed up his things and prepared to leave work, he complained in his mind about Fimis's lack of business, and then thought about the imminent arrival of the Holy Blood Day, the preparations for the festival at the Crimson Keep, and the imminent departure of the "Mission" to the Chardo Peninsula.

These are two major issues that need to be followed up on an ongoing basis by the Administration Division.

However, the victory on the swamp front also made Miriam feel relaxed, she understood the significance of this war for the Atlas warriors in all aspects, and their ability to gnaw the gnolls' strongholds on their own meant that they would also be one of the most trusted forces in the land when the Plague came.

"Maybe there's a celebration? Doing it together with the ceremony of the Holy Blood Day can also save some manpower and materials."

Thinking so, the consul put on her trench coat and left the three-story building of the administration.

She no longer lives in a small courtyard in the ruins of the Crimson Keep, and when the warriors attacked Plague a few days ago, the entire administrative department has been relocated to the "administrative compound" built by the Brotherhood of Stonemasons in the inner city.

The environment is not very good, but the square yard and the tree-lined path made up of specially transplanted trees make it look quite magnificent.

The yard also has a full range of facilities, including a security office, a canteen, and a dormitory, and is the culmination of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons' current focus on "affordable housing."

Miriam was not very knowledgeable about architecture, but she had heard the occasional brick movers boast that their companions had found a material called "kaolin" in the mountains near Farm Four Lost Island, which could be used to make beautiful porcelain.

The brick movers also boasted that they would rebuild a building for the administration office that would fit their identity, decorating it inside and out with beautiful tiles.

Miriam couldn't imagine what the building he was describing should look like, but she did see some otherworldly architecture on the forum.

It has to be said that those gorgeous high-rise buildings have indeed broken through the imagination of an otherworldly person, and if those towering buildings decorated with large patches of glass appear in Transnesia, it will probably definitely become a spectacle.

"Your Excellency, are we going straight back to where you live? Or do you want to go around the city first? ”

The Archon's carriage was already waiting at the end of the boulevard, and Norman, a veteran who was the captain of Miriam's bodyguard, asked as usual.

He still wears a mask to cover his badly injured face, but wearing a black uniform means that he is no longer a member of the witch hunters and has officially joined the Security Section of the Administration Division, becoming an honorable civil servant in Transancia.

It was Norman's own choice.

In his words, he was tired of being involved in wars for things he didn't understand, he had lost a lot in ten years of war, and now he just wanted to spend the rest of his life in peace.

President Natalie was a little reluctant to make this choice, but she did not apply for the retirement of these veterans.

Not only Norman, but also the veteran Potter chose to leave the Witch Hunters.

It is said that the guy joined the Dark Barony's pioneer team, where he served as a militia captain, and also adopted two orphans with the intention of cultivating his own farm in southern Transnesia.

It's hard to imagine this being the choice that the old witch hunter would have made with fire flowing through his veins, and although it was only four months after the end of the war, the fortunes of many people had already taken a considerable turn and changed.

"Just like before, take a walk around the city and send me home, and you can leave work early."

Miriam climbed into the carriage and whispered to her guards:

"There will be a celebration of the Holy Blood Day in a few days, and I will give you a few days off."

"We have a vacation, Your Excellency, and it is our duty to keep you safe."

Norman replied in a deep voice, leaving Miriam a little helpless.

She tried to persuade her, but before she could speak, a sudden chill appeared on the tip of Miriam's nose, and she looked up in surprise to see snowflakes falling from the gloomy sky.

"It's snowing! The first snow of the year was a little later than usual, but it still came. ”

The archon breathed a sigh of relief, and there was an eerie sense of relaxation in his heart.

It was as if some kind of sign she had been waiting for had finally arrived, meaning that the rules of the land were still working as she remembered, and had not been affected by the upheavals that had taken place in the past few months, which meant that the purple rift that had been hanging in the sky had not affected the deep rules of the land.

"I don't go to the city, go to the grain warehouse outside the city."

Miriam boarded the carriage and said to her guards:

"In my experience, after the first snow of the year, the climate in Translasia will quickly turn colder, and it only takes half a month for the temperature to drop to a very bad level, and the hardest days of the year are coming.

We need to make sure that no one freezes or starves to death in our cities this year. ”

"With all due respect, Your Excellency, your concerns may not exist."

Norman guarded the wagon at the start, he grasped the hilt of the knife at his waist in one hand, and pulled the reins of his horse in the other, looking around vigilantly, and responded:

"The administration had been preparing for winter in the fall, and now all the inhabitants of the city had moved into gray houses, and the stonemasons had brought in a lot of boilers for boiling hot water.

I don't really know how the 'heating' they designed for each building should work, but their confident appearance means that our people will have a much better time this winter.

The warehouses outside the city are also full of grain, and the current well-functioning labor point system is enough to ensure that those who are willing to work can be fed and clothed.

The city owes them a debt of gratitude, and the city owes you a debt of gratitude. ”

"Norman, your unpretentious compliment makes me blush."

Miriam, who was in the carriage, sighed and said:

"But it's not my credit, I didn't participate in the construction of even one house, I just sat in my office and read the documents and made decisions.

It was the people of the city who rebuilt the city with their own hands.

If they really thank anyone, then they only have to thank themselves and our Otherworldly Warriors for bringing us this miracle that is not too small or small. ”

Norman no longer answered.

But judging from his posture, he may also agree with this answer.

Although his old friend's death in the battle of Morlan Village has always made his attitude towards the warriors of the other world not enthusiastic, after seeing the changes they have brought to him, perhaps the resistance and regret in the veteran's heart will dissipate a lot.

The first snow in Translancia was not gentle.

On her way home from Miriam's inspection of the warehouse, the snow was already covering the sky, covering the city that was still being rebuilt.

The carriage ran over the road, leaving two ruts, and the archon, with a hint of exhaustion, looked through the window at the residential buildings on the side of the road.

The lights had been lit up in those square, unaesthetic houses, and the fluorescence of those lights gathered together to light up the snowy night, like piles of bonfires to dispel the chill of Xiao Suo.

Who would have imagined that three months ago this place would have been a hopeless ruin?

"I did it!"

The consul in the carriage clenched her fists, and she said to herself in a voice that only she could hear:

"I can get the city through this winter safely, I live up to the trust that Murphy and Tracy and the warriors have placed in me, and one of the things that is on the agenda will be realized little by little, and when my sculpture stands in the most visible part of the city, I will face it without any guilt.

This is my city, this is the city I protect.

Mom, if you could see this, your daughter would be proud to tell you that we no longer need the Beverly family's handouts to climb to the heights.

What you desire, I've helped you achieve.

I have finally been able to get rid of the past completely, and I will face the changing future with an open heart, please bless me. ”

——

"The boilers are burning, the pressurized pipes are working, and there is enough hot water for four hours to flow through the floor passages of this residential area.

But as it turned out, our design seemed a bit whimsical. ”

On the first night of snowfall, in a boiler room outside the Scarlet Keep, a grayman in a trench coat was discussing with the brick movers about their "earthen heating" by the strangely shaped boiler and twisted water pipes.

The young civil engineer with a sad face looked at the notebook in his hand and said to the brick movers:

"I sent people to a few houses to inspect the fact that when the hot water flowed through the cavities between the floors, it had very limited insulation effect on the room. Without metal water pipes as a conductive medium, the heat transfer efficiency of stone is simply miserable, but it is a pity that good quality metal is still an important substance in this land.

In short, the heating facilities we designed only warmed up by about five degrees on the most effective floor, and people still had to wear thick clothes in the house.

But on the other hand, the small kang that Brother Hanhang suggested to lay in the room worked quite well, and apart from the risk of carbon monoxide poisoning, the use of this ancient gadget was perfect.

Alas, sure enough, architecture can't rely on whimsy at the moment of the brain, and the experience passed down by the ancestors is still more practical in this otherworldly architecture. ”

"Don't be discouraged, it's just an attempt, and it's a big deal to adopt a smarter design when building the second phase of the residential building."

The brick movers were happy and not disappointed.

He reached out and patted the water pipe next to him, and said to the gray man:

"Although the attempt at local floor heating failed, with these N-hand boilers bought at a low price through the Capet family, we can provide 24-hour hot water supply to residents.

This is also a kind of humanistic care.

There is no need to look at a few farms, the houses over there are all designed by Lao Chen Tou himself, and the insulation effect will only be better than those we have drummed up, so the situation of freezing to death should not occur, unless there is a heavy snowstorm in Transencia this winter."

"Hey, shut up! Don't crow's mouth. ”

The gray man closed his notes and glared fiercely at his roommate who was talking nonsense, but the brick mover didn't care.

His particularly happy state today quickly attracted the curiosity of the soot beater, and after checking the normal operation of the boiler, the ash beater leaned over and asked:

"Brother Sun, the smile on your face today is very strange, is there something good?"

"Hey, good things, all good things."

The brick mover sat on the chair next to him and said with a smile:

"I convinced my wife that she had already filled out the application and was going to come to Transia to play games and become 'Mrs. Kuo' by the way."

"."

The gray man did not understand his roommate's brain circuitry at all, and he blinked his eyes and said:

"Others play games that annoy their wives, you're good, you haven't married yet, so you pull your fiancée in to play together, and you're being controlled outside the game, and you can't live in the game, right?"

"It's called cyber fun, you know it."

The brick movers squeezed their eyes and said:

"What about you? Haven't you settled your business with Sister Palian? You can't go on like this, brother, look at how free and easy other people are, and they have exchanged rings with Miss Anbo.

You've got to hurry, my brother.

I see that your stuffy gourd character is going to be lonely in reality, and the development team sees that you are pitiful and give you two such good paper wives, if you miss this village, there will be no such shop. ”

"Alas, don't mention it, I can't even get in now."

The gray man rubbed his face with pain and said:

"Lady Parlian also talked to me, and said that I was not allowed to hurt her precious daughters, and that I had died unjustly, and that I had no intention of doing anything bad, okay?"

"Well, I think that's the problem, if you really did something bad, it probably wouldn't be so troublesome."

The brick mover said with a strange expression:

"I think you still haven't made up your mind, and you're still suffering from gains and losses, alas, in fact, I can understand your hesitation, after all, a fake is a fake.

No matter how good my life is here, once the game is closed, you will have nothing, unlike me, I had better have a wife who will never leave me to live with me. ”

"! Even if I do shut down, I'm going to find Alpha to buy the data of the Parlian sisters! No matter how much money you spend, you have to buy it, and it's a big deal to work for the rest of your life to pay off your debts. ”

The Grey Man clenched his fists and said:

"I actually thought about it, I also thought about making a decision, Niuniu's incident gave me a lot of courage, everyone is a student, I am still a few years older than Niuniu.

He can be brave enough to chase his heart, and so can I.

I just feel like the idea I want both of them is too shameful, I just don't know how to tell them, and I think I need a little bit of time. ”

"Don't hesitate."

The brick movers got up and encouraged:

"Sister Parren and the children will be sent to the Chardo Peninsula to take refuge in school after the feast of the Holy Blood, and if you don't seize it, this last chance will slip away and be completely lost.

The looks and figures of the two girls are first-class in the entire Crimson Keep, and Lady Parryn is also rising in Lord Murphy's government, and her family background has also been promoted.

Do you know what 'upstart' is?

Your mother-in-law from another world is going to be a high-ranking official in Transasia in the future, and she is the handful of people at the top of the pyramid, which is enough to attract a lot of unnecessary attention.

I don't believe that the Parlian sisters will be ignored in the port of Chardo, what a cabbage, don't give it to the wild boars elsewhere.

Oh, man, you're going to have to work harder. ”

(End of chapter)