Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology
Chapter 970: (Read After 971) Rebuilding Communication Links

Chapter 970: (Read After 971) Rebuilding Communication Links

Baku, the Kingdom of Lalishsthan

A young man, his face lit with excitement, ran straight past the guards at the compound without so much as a greeting, dashing into a building on the outskirts of Baku, right along the coast of the Caspian Sea.

"Please stop, give me your ID and undergo sterilisation." A stern voice was suddenly heard

The young man came to an abrupt halt. The sound caught him by surprise, as he was not expecting such a roadblock in his path.

The last time he had come to the director’s office, there had been no such formalities, but given the current situation, it felt perfectly reasonable. His excitement dimmed slightly, but unshaken, he quickly flashed his ID card and entered the steam room. Without hesitation, he stripped off his clothes, tossed them into the bin, and let the hot steam engulf him. It sterilised his entire body, drawing out sweat from head to toe and flushing his skin bright red, turning his colour from a pale pear to a ripe peach.

Just when he was about to pick up the document he had left outside the sterilisation room when he removed the clothes and move inside, the voice was heard again,

"That should be sterilised as well."

"But this is..." He abruptly stopped himself from saying something he would regret. Swallowing his words, he looked at the owner of the voice, "This is an important intelligence report I have just gotten. I have to see the director; this intelligence cannot afford to be damaged."

There was a brief silence between them,

"In that case, place it in this; it will be waterproof, and we will do dry steam heat instead of normal steam heat."

The young man hesitated for a while, but he still relented and placed the document inside the bag,

’Hey, is this the material used for the clothes of the special forces?’

This thought suddenly came to his mind. He looked at the bag briefly, and he knew he was right, because even though the person who stitched it had great skills and still managed to retain the waterproof nature of the bag, the traces of manual stitching could still be found.

Thinking about what this could mean, the young man couldn’t help but let out a deep, turbulent breath. Just then, the man spoke up again.

"You’ve come into contact with a document that hasn’t been sterilised. You’ll need to go into the steam bath once more."

Tsk. ’What a pain,’ he thought.

A few minutes later, the young man was once again on his way up the building; this time, there was no stopping him; he ran directly to the top and knocked on the door of the largest cabin on the top floor.

"Come in"

The young man pushed the door, and with a click, it opened. He went forward until the red marking line that was placed there to maintain a distance, and did a namaskara.

Looking at the young man, Roshan was shocked, "You are..."

"I am APC2636, director. I was stationed in Tehran in the Kingdom of Persia."

"Of course, I know who you are. I was the one who appointed you. My memory isn’t that bad. First, tell me, how did you manage to reach Baku? I remember you had to travel to Amol to catch a ship."

"Ah.." "I walked, director."

Roshan’s heart dropped.

"Then you?"

"Don’t worry, director, I am immune to the Balkan Death. I have even come into contact with people who had just died of the disease a few months ago, but I’m still alive and well."

Roshan’s expression immediately turned complicated. "You are lucky... Alright then, tell me, why have you come to me in such a hurry?" saying that, his gaze silently fell on the bag in his hands.

The young man slowly took out the document from the bag, tore the seal open, and revealed the B+ confidentiality seal as well as the emblem of the Bharatiya Empire and the royal family attached right next to each other.

As soon as he saw the three seals, Roshan’s heart began to race.

"Is this..." His voice caught in his throat, so he fell silent, took a deep breath, steadied himself, and finally asked,

"Is this from the empire?"

"Yes, director, our office in Tehran received it only a week ago."

"After taking a look at its contents, my senior officer urged me to deliver the letter due to my superpowers."

Roshan took the document and hurriedly opened it. He still felt a little warmth in the paper as well as a little dampness, but he did not mind as he quickly glanced over the letter at the fastest speed.

"HAHAHA, this is really good news, really good I say, really good news."

"Agent Nirakshak, you did a very good thing, you are, for your bravery, immediately promoted to a senior agent of the agency. Congratulations."

The young man was stunned; he simply wanted to deliver the news, and he was promoted from a junior agent to a senior agent, completely skipping the phase of a middle-level agent.

How could he not be excited?

"Tha...Thank..Yo...You, Sir!"

Roshan could no longer stay in one place after reading the contents of the intelligence letter; he quickly called for an internal intelligence meeting. It didn’t take long for it to be arranged since most of the senior agents in Baku were in the same building. The large room was completely occupied, but when the other senior agents saw some empty chairs where people were supposed to sit, they couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness.

"I have called you all because we finally received intelligence from the empire."

His words caused everyone’s downtrodden moods to suddenly lighten up.

"What! Is it true, director?"

"Have the communications been recovered?"

"Can the fireworks communication be used again?"

"How is the situation in the empire, sir? Is there any information?"

Roshan gestured for everyone to calm down and continued, "It is true, and for now, the communications are not fully restored, but we can have intermittent communications for sure."

"So, according to the intelligence letter I have received, the empire has suppressed the disease at the border and border states to a manageable level and is trying its best to recover the communications to all the assets in the Middle East and Europe."

"It states that it will take, at most, a few weeks to a month for the empire to establish contact with all assets in the Middle East, and only a few more months to reach Europe."

"Put this aside, the main reason why I called you all today is, in the intelligence report, it is mentioned a formula for a blend of herbs that can be used to fumigate places in order to get rid of the germs in it, as well as it also mentioned a method for the infected to use to reduce the chances of them infecting others."

Another round of exclamations was heard, but it was abruptly cut short by Roshan.

"We don’t have much time, so everyone, quickly memorise these herbs and spread the information across the kingdom."

"But, sir, won’t we be leaking the secrets of the empire?"

"Yes, but this is His Majesty’s direct order. He must have his own reasons. Just follow it."

"Three parts dry neem leaves, one part turmeric, one part crushed ajwain seeds, half a part camphor, optional, and one part mustard seed husk."

"This is the blend for the fumigation powder, and to reduce the chances of infection from an infected person, they must inhale steam infused with camphor."

As soon as those words were spoken, the room fell silent. A few agents let out a collective sigh of regret.

"It’s so simple... if only we had maintained communication, so many more lives could have been saved," a senior agent muttered, his eyes unfocused.

Another agent beside him added, "It’s unfortunate, but there was nothing we could do. Losing our teams in the Middle East crippled the firework communication system."

"Sigh... It can’t be helped. Ever since the preservation protocol was initiated, all contact with our individual officers was severed, except for the few whose agents could still move freely, mostly due to natural immunity."

"But how many such agents are even left in the agency? You could probably count them on two hands."

"Sigh..."

"Forget it. It’s good news, regardless. Let’s get to work and pass this on to the Special Force soldiers; at least they’ll be at ease knowing their families are safe in the empire."

Many of the senior agents left one by one, and Roshan did not stop them. He had given the senior agents independence to play to their own strengths and have their own opinions, so he would not ask how they would fulfil his requirements; he would only ask if they had fulfilled his requirements.

P.S. Sorry guys, I can’t do two updates a day until the project is done, but it’s almost done. In at most two to three days, it will get back to normal.

P.S. Thank you, Sudhanva_SH, for the IceCola