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Chapter 1232 - 416. Governor of Transylvania? Pah, what’s the point of ruling over a bunch of thugs, vagabonds, and criminals?_3

Chapter 1232: 416. Governor of Transylvania? Pah, what’s the point of ruling over a bunch of thugs, vagabonds, and criminals?_3

I could feel him twisting the various forces of his battered territory together, as if placing different iron embryos into a forge to beat and combine them into the most ferocious and sharpest alloy.

Even the Winged Cavalry had sworn loyalty to him!

This must make us reassess the Transia under Governor Morphy’s rule, they are not a problem now, but if left unchecked, they will soon become a serious threat to the Exploration Corps and even the kingdom itself.

Luckily, it’s not just us who think this way, I guess the generals under Wolf Queen Majesty likely share our concerns."

At this point, Marshall Loren glanced at Colonel Fraser, who was listening patiently and lit his pipe, exhaling a cloud of rich, spicy smoke.

While the smoke obscured his face, the Dwarf Marshal murmured:

"You are the heir to the Cape Family, Fraser, you have more channels than I to understand everything that’s happening in Transia. I don’t want to conceal anything from you, but for me and Her Majesty, the perfect outcome of this Black Disaster would be for the vanguards of the Wolf People and Morphy of Transia to be annihilated together...

That way, we would have two fewer problems to deal with.

I guess the other side thinks the same, so if there’s a chance, both sides could even cooperate on this matter to some extent.

But you must be wary of the northerners.

Those folks who grew up in the chilly winds of the Great Wilderness are all as fierce as wolves—always be on guard against a bite from them..."

"I understand, Marshal Sir."

Colonel internally disliked these overly ruthless thoughts.

He felt that contemplating further gains in the face of a threat like the Black Disaster did not fit with the Goldenrod Kingdom’s pursuit of security.

Yet, outwardly, he retained a posture of attentive and dutiful listening, responding:

"I will closely monitor the situation, and if I can find a perfect opportunity, I will spare no effort to facilitate it, but permit me to speak plainly, Marshal Sir. If Governor Morphy is as competent as you say, then I do not believe he would be unprepared for such a possibility.

He might even be contemplating turning this ’bad thing’ into a ’good thing’—just as we are."

"Hmm, then this will be a test of your command skills, Fraser."

Loren smiled.

It was apparent that he did not hold much confidence in his own suggestion, which was enough to show that in the eyes of the Dwarf Marshal, Morphy had become an opponent to be taken seriously.

But the always-assertive Marshall Loren would never admit his admiration for a Vampire Governor, so amidst the smoke, the Dwarf Marshal remarked disparagingly:

"To be honest, I can’t understand the state Morphy Governor is in at all; he rules over a mob of thugs, scoundrels, and trash, and the most trustworthy people under his command are illiterate barbarians.

Transia is like a powder keg.

If I were Morphy, I would probably be losing sleep every night.

In this aspect, even a stubborn dwarf like me must admit that Lord Morphy’s patience and stress resistance are worth learning from by all of us.

Enough of this.

Let’s talk about your garrisoning issue."

Marshal pointed to the map hanging on the wall, speaking amidst clouds of smoke:

"So, tell me, where do you plan to station your forces?"

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"Bless you!"

In the Crimson Corridor, while listening to Milian’s weekly punctual report, Morphy suddenly sneezed, a reaction that surprised not just himself but also made Milian look at her Lord curiously.

Do vampires sneeze?

Wow, this is really some pointlessly interesting trivia.

"I’m sure someone is cursing me behind my back. I bet it’s that annoying petty Dwarve."

Murphy pinched his nose, looking very pleased as he spoke to Milian in front of him,

"Your health has improved a lot compared to before. Although the dark circles are still there, at least they’re no longer visibly unhealthy.

So, has our Crimson Regent finally learned the art of ’governing by doing nothing’?"

"Please don’t say that."

Milian, whose stress had greatly reduced, shook her head and explained,

"It’s because the steady arrival of administrative workers has allowed me to delegate much of my work. I must admit, the management abilities of these otherworldly spirits are astonishing. If you could recruit a few hundred more qualified managers, Professor Malcolm and I could lead a blissful life of reading newspapers and slacking off every day.

Do you need me to continue reporting?"

"No, no need, you know I don’t really care about all those data-related things."

Murphy waved his hand and said,

"Besides, I trust my Regent wouldn’t bluff me on governance matters. I am now more interested in talking about your personal life, Milian.

You know, Colonel Fraser is about to return to Transylvania, and you’ve just seduced his fiancée into becoming a part of Transylvania.

You even inspired her, a person from Goldenrod Kingdom, to shed blood for our cause.

Tsk tsk, from this perspective, you’re quite a terrifying person, Milian. I think you should try out the Cunning Magician heritage from Triss’s side. It really suits you!"

"I am innocent with Colonel Fraser, and my relationship with Miss Biqi is also purely platonic."

Milian, who had already begun to show the qualities a politician needs, faced the teasing without changing her expression and spoke casually,

"I am also looking forward to seeing my senior again, but not for personal reasons. Having additional support in Transylvania when facing crises is always good. Besides, haven’t we planned it already, my Lord Governor?

I still have to charm my senior into stationing Goldenrod Kingdom’s troops in the Kato area. Hmm, that sounds like a difficult task.

But I guess I will always find a suitable way.

So, let’s continue with today’s work report. The next item is about the conflict that occurred a few days ago in the Dark Baron Territory between Gnoll laborers and northern thugs...

Regrettably, I must report that over 30 thugs with complex identities tragically died under the Gnolls’ furious pickaxes.

This is already the third similar incident this month. The northerners clearly cannot understand the pragmatic racial management policy currently upheld by the Transia People.

They can’t understand that, in the eyes of the administrators, hard-working Gnoll miners are far more useful than they are, always complaining about this and that.

The investigation of the incident is clear.

It seems those thugs, likely backed by the mafia, tried to plant explosives in the defensive lines, but were caught by patrolling Gnoll supervisors.

We rewarded those Gnolls with enough candles.

They are very satisfied and have already resumed their diligent work. However, our labor force has been severely depleted from various expenditures, Lord.

We urgently need more dispensable labor. I guess the kind-hearted Marshal Loren will satisfy our modest request. People from Goldenrod Kingdom are quite nice, wouldn’t you agree, Governor Your Excellency?"