“Your Excellency the Prime Minister, currently all the red-haired women in Munich have been gathered in the Olsinger concentration camp, a total of 369 people.
Please enlighten me, Prime Minister."
A second-class messenger performed a not-so-standard military salute in front of the tent and reported to Bismarck.
"First, provide them with good food and drink. These few days are quite tight. Try to meet their daily needs as much as possible. But if anyone takes the opportunity to cause trouble, do not tolerate it. Let them remember who I am."
Bismarck said with dignity and a serious expression.
"Understood! Mr. Rhodes suggested that we collect blood samples from them for investigation. Should we do so?"
The Private replied.
"Oh? Interesting idea, maybe this could be a breakthrough.
Is it a secret hidden in the blood
Okay, send someone to collect blood samples.
Each person must provide a 100 CC blood sample and accurately mark the collection time. After completion, it must be sent to the laboratory as soon as possible.
Keep the blood as active as possible, understand?"
Bismarck ordered.
"I understand! We will use the latest cold chain technology to ensure the activity of the blood, and make sure it is the same as when it is first drawn when it is sent to the laboratory."
The private said confidently.
Every soldier has 100 percent confidence in the motherland's technology.
They are genuinely proud of international technological developments, which is the key to their continued success.
The private retreated to carry out the order, leaving Bismarck alone in the makeshift tent.
Bismarck looked at the plan submitted by Rhodes on the table. The time of the Munich Music Festival was marked in bold red.
He murmured to himself,
"Well, on the other hand, we need to assign more people to keep watch. Especially in the few days before the Munich Music Festival, we must not let our guard down. If anything goes wrong, there could be a big mess.
If there is really no other choice, I have no choice but to resort to murder.
Since the Yellow Group wants it, I can't let them succeed.
Sacrifices made for the greater good were inevitable at that time.”
On the other hand, Rhodes and the people from the Investigation Bureau are deploying defenses near the Orsinger concentration camp. Although there are modern troops nearby, they also have to set up some mysterious defense and reconnaissance means. After all, the attackers may be the notorious Yellow Group.
I have to say that the Holy Light spells had a good effect at this time.
The spell to detect evil can make it difficult for people with evil aura to approach, while the holy light defense barrier can block some long-range spell attacks.
Under Harvey's command, the Knights Templar patrolled the outskirts of the camp, ensuring that the defenses near the concentration camp were airtight and that no suspicious person would be allowed to approach.
Despite all he had done, Rhodes was still worried, always feeling as if something had been missed in his plan.
He held his chin in his hand in the tent, looking over his plan again and again and wondering which part was missing.
"What are you thinking about?"
Louisa took a donut and took small bites of it.
"Ah, you scared me. Can't you see I'm thinking about something?"
Roz complained.
"Tsk tsk, now is the time to act like a gentleman and compliment the lady on her new hair color instead of complaining here.
You won’t be able to find a girlfriend this way!”
Louisa puffed up her cheeks, and it was unclear whether it was pretending or because they were stuffed with donuts.
"Well, red suits you very well."
Ross looked at Louisa awkwardly and said something flattering against his will, then continued to lower his head to study the loopholes in his plan.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what do you mean it suits you very well
It's a perfect match, right?"
Louisa ruffled her hair proudly and said narcissistically.
"By the way, when will I go out to the streets?"
Louisa asked nonchalantly as she twirled her newly dyed red hair between her fingers.
“Anytime.
As long as you are active in front of people, you, the only one with red hair, will attract the attention of the Yellow Group. "
Ross said casually.
After saying this, he suddenly realized the flaws in his plan and slapped himself hard twice.
“Pah!”
Two hard slaps landed on Ross's own face, leaving a slightly red slap mark.
"I'm so stupid!"
Ross gritted his teeth with hatred, not caring at all about the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Louisa was shocked when she saw this.
"What's going on?"
"At that time, we were all concerned about the consequences and severity of the Yellow Group's feast, but forgot one thing, a very important thing."
Ross said regretfully.
"ha?"
Louisa looked at Ross, who seemed to be talking nonsense, in confusion.
"Yes, but I allowed you to do it anyway."
Bismarck lifted the curtain outside the tent and walked in.
Bismarck leaned against the table carelessly, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Rhodes.
"I agreed to do this for you, not because your plan is perfect, but because it is full of loopholes that are easy to exploit."
Seeing that Rhodes was still in a daze, as if he could not accept his mistake for a moment, Bismarck took back the cigarette he had handed over, put it to his lips and lit it.
"Mr. Prime Minister, are there any loopholes in Ross's plan
Louisa couldn’t see it.”
“Haha, the guys from the Yellow Group are not fools. If you make such a big move to collect all the red-haired women in Munihei City, won’t they find out
Suddenly a red-haired woman appeared on the street. It was just a low-level trick to tell those smart guys, “I am the trap, I am the bait.”
Bismarck blew a puff of smoke into Rhodes' face and patted him gently on the shoulder.
"When it comes to analysis, strategy, and wisdom, you are still a little immature, little guy."
Bismarck's words hurt Rhodes' heart. He thought he had made rapid progress after following Jobtran for a period of time, but now it seems that he was too inexperienced.
"Then, Prime Minister, why do you allow me to do this?"
Ross asked with a grimace.
“Young people always need to be tempered in order to grow.
I came here specifically to remind you because I saw the potential in you, potential that can rival that of Joe Butran.
You are just not proficient enough in judging the overall situation. You need to think more from the enemy's perspective to make accurate predictions."
Bismarck said meaningfully.
"I'm not afraid to tell you that your plan this time is doomed to fail."
Bismarck shook off the ashes from his cigarette and said with a smile.
"Ah? Why?"
Ross asked in astonishment.
In Ross's imagination, the Yellow Group should be in a dilemma where there is no one available as a sacrifice for the feast.
“So, you still underestimated the people in the Yellow Clothes Group.
Since you have already investigated the importance of the feast to the Yellow Group, do you think the people in the Yellow Group would not prepare candidates for sacrifice in advance?"
Bismarck gently stroked his mustache.
After saying this, Bismarck looked at the ceiling of the tent and sighed.
"My target has never been the Yellow Group."
He murmured.
When Rhodes heard Bismarck's words, he was shocked and finally understood Bismarck's intention.
"Are you going to take action against Munihei's Cthulhu sect?"
"clever.
As long as the news spreads about the importance of the feast to the people in the Yellow Clothes Group, those fishy guys will inevitably come to destroy these red-haired women who may be useful to the Yellow Clothes Group. "
Bismarck took a deep puff of smoke and exhaled slowly from his lungs.
"Ahem, it's just that using the lives of more than 300 people as a bet is really too heavy."
Bismarck coughed twice and put out the cigarette in his hand on the corner of the table.
"...Prime Minister, it's easy to calculate."
Ross was silent for a while, then slowly said this sentence.
Louisa heard the conversation between the two and was a little surprised.
"So... I dyed my hair white? I spent forty gold marks from my monthly allowance to dye it!"
Ross rolled his eyes after hearing this.
"Your focus seems to be wrong. We are talking about the lives of more than 300 people, but you are concerned about the color of your hair."
"Hahaha, funny little girl.
You can blend in with the red-haired crowd, and if something really happens, you can lead these women to escape.
Of course, I will just treat the money for your hair dye as mine, and you can ask me to reimburse you later for my secret technique."
Bismarck suggested with a smile.
"Ah! Long live the Prime Minister!"
Louisa, who had the heart of a little girl, jumped for joy.
"Then... Prime Minister, if I offer Louisa a month's worth of donut money in exchange for her agreeing to dye her hair..."
Ross asked cheekily.
"This has nothing to do with me, hahahaha!"
After Bismarck finished speaking, he smiled and left the tent where the two were.
Bismarck spread out his palm, which was dark red.
Bismarck took out a handkerchief from his chest pocket and wiped it gently, then looked at the blue sky and the floating white clouds.
"Time is running out."
——
"Time is running out."
Elphis frowned and looked out from the highest balcony of Luxor Castle.
"Tyron, have our guests arrived one after another?"
Elphis asked without even turning his head.
"Most of the group's people have arrived, but it seems that Master Nietzsche, whom you care about so much, has not arrived yet."
Tyron appeared behind Elphis and said while bowing respectfully.
"He will come, but the stars show that our feast cannot be delayed any longer."
Elphis looked at the stars in the sky. The Pleiades in Taurus became brighter in the past few days. When the feast began, he would be able to communicate with Hastur, the King in Yellow, with the help of the power of the stars.
"What is the physical condition of the sacrifice?"
Elphis asked.
“Ms. Evelya didn’t seem to have a good appetite yesterday. She only ate half of a plate of pasta, but she seemed to be in good spirits.
His face looks ruddy, and his loss of appetite seems to be due to his fatigue from working all day the day before yesterday."
Taylen replied.
"Well, that's good. I'll go see her later."
After saying that, Elphis looked at the Pleiades in the sky, his eyes full of ambition revealed.
"Tomorrow! Tomorrow is the most important day!"
Elphis thought excitedly.
Terran retreated silently. As a servant, it was obviously not right for him to disturb the young master's interest at this time.
——
"Hey, honey, you didn't eat well yesterday? Is it because you are not feeling well?"
Elphis pushed open the door of Evelya's room and saw Evelya sitting on the bed, looking depressed.
Evelya raised her head after hearing this and smiled when she saw Elphis leaning against the door.
“No, probably just too tired.
When I came here, I always felt that this castle was gloomy and made me feel very uncomfortable, so I couldn’t eat. ”
"Well, that's good. Go to bed early. It's getting late now."
Elphis saw with his own eyes that Evelya looked good, and after receiving her personal answer, he felt relieved and wanted to turn around and leave.
Seeing this, Evelia stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to call out to Elphis who was turning around, but she hesitated for a while and did not say what was in her mind.
"Honey, what are we going to name our baby?"
This sentence lingered in Evelia's mind for a long time.
As a first-time mother, it is natural for a woman to have numerous fantasies about her unborn child.
Whether it is a boy or a girl, the child in Evelya's belly is of the Wasap family's bloodline, which is an indisputable fact, but Evelya hopes to name the child.
"If it's a boy, I hope he can be called Russia; if it's a girl, she should be called Timura."①
This was the idea Evelia came up with after thinking hard last night.
Although Evelya was born in Umr, her ancestors were authentic Irish.
Her grandmother used to read her a collection of Celtic mythology before bed when she was young, and her favorite piece since childhood is "The Fenian Chronicles."
The warrior Rushen in "Fenian Saga" married Timura, the daughter of the sea god Mananor, and went to the legendary overseas island of youth, where he lived a carefree and happy life for three hundred years.
Evelya hopes that her children will be like Osiris in mythology, who can meet someone who can bring her happiness and live a peaceful life.
Unfortunately, Evelya didn't know that her grandmother deliberately skipped the last part.
Because of his stubbornness, the Russian prime minister did not listen to his wife's advice and fell from the overseas island of youth to the mortal world, and then ended his life in tragedy.
In Evelya's memory, the lives of Russian Prime Minister and Timur were full of romance.
The beautiful overseas youth island in the story is an island with magical powers.
The island was shrouded in mist, the moonlight was alluring, and the evening star was shining in the west.
The beautiful starlight beats on the island like waves. There are no magnificent mountains on the island, but instead there are vast fields.
The elves planted sweet fruits in the fields and sang and danced happily day after day.
This is the utopia that Evelia longed for in her heart, but she didn't know that she would never see this day.
When the clock struck twelve, the crows outside the castle were startled by the sound of the bell and flew away in groups.
The small animals in the forest cast their eyes towards the boundless sky, and the eyes from there were watching all the creatures on the earth.
They all knelt down to worship the King among the stars, because the King was about to come.
“Boom boom!”