A doctor in a white robe is examining Bismarck with a stethoscope.
Bismarck unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chest with several scars on it, and helplessly let the doctor manipulate his body.
The blood spit out on his palm was discovered by Shadow and reported to His Majesty the King. It seems that he will not be able to smoke for a long, long time.
A soldier pulled aside the curtain from outside the tent, entered and winked at the doctor.
The doctor nodded slightly, put away the instruments he had with him, and gently instructed the elderly Bismarck,
“You can’t smoke for a month, and Prime Minister, please take care of your health and don’t overwork yourself.
Pay attention to rest. It is recommended to get at least six hours of sleep a day.
If the Prime Minister cannot rest well, I can prescribe some tranquilizers for you."
Bismarck waved his hand nonchalantly.
“If I eat and drink enough, I can get enough sleep.
Get out.”
After saying this, Bismarck slowly buttoned up his military uniform.
After hearing this, the doctor bowed and walked out of the tent. He was going to write a report on the prime minister's physical examination and submit it to His Majesty the King.
The soldier who came in from outside the curtain knelt on one knee and asked calmly,
"Lord Bismarck, what should we do with these women in red?"
Bismarck frowned and asked loudly,
"What does your Majesty mean?"
"Keeping them here will be a nuisance, and there aren't that many of them, so get rid of them ruthlessly.
These are the exact words of His Majesty the King, but in my opinion, these words of His Majesty the King are just a suggestion, not a formal military order.
Please let the Prime Minister make the final decision."
The soldier said in a low voice.
The king's simple words almost determined the life and death of more than 300 lives.
Bismarck understood what the king meant. This move was naturally a quick and decisive one to avoid future troubles, but he had to be the executioner himself.
Bismarck pondered for a while and shook his head.
"Go back and report to His Majesty the King that these people cannot be killed.
The Kingdom of Prussia should not have wielded its butcher knife against its own citizens, even if they were naturalized foreigners.
We will send some people to do ideological work on them, so that they will not have any rebellious emotions, and then release them quietly and silently."
After Bismarck finished speaking, he sighed and said that although he was ruthless towards foreign countries, he could not bring himself to take action against his own people.
He stroked his beard and shook his head.
The soldier knelt on the spot and did not move after Bismarck finished speaking.
After Bismarck, the experienced man, reacted, he said with a bitter face,
“Okay, I understand.
Go ahead and try to make them suffer as little as possible."
"Yes, sir."
The soldier then stood up and looked at Bismarck.
Bismarck bowed his hands helplessly.
"Do it cleanly. Please assist your Majesty in the subsequent public opinion work."
"Of course, only you, I, and His Majesty the King know what happened tonight."
The soldier said this with a smile, and Bismarck looked meaningfully at the soldier who was unaware that he was in imminent danger.
“Back off.
I personally suggest you go visit your family.”
Bismarck said coldly.
The soldier's face changed and he knelt on the ground.
"Prime Minister, spare my life."
"Me? No no no, I can't help you.
You already know too much.
Come! Ask this soldier to leave!"
Two trusted men who were guarding outside the tent came in, and carried the crying soldier out, one on each side.
Bismarck sighed.
“To be with the emperor is like being with a tiger.
Are you able to guess what His Majesty the King is thinking?"
After saying this, Bismarck looked at the intelligence reports from various departments with great concern.
One of them reads,
“After Master Nietzsche finished his speech, he left the venue and headed for the Luxor Castle on the outskirts of the city.
A strange phenomenon appeared in the sky above the castle, suggesting that some mysterious forces were active there.
Master Nietzsche himself was found lying outside the castle, currently in a coma.”
"It seems that the feast has failed
There were so many people in the castle, but only one person came out.
Strange, strange. "
Bismarck thought.
"Come on, send someone to check out Luthel Castle."
"yes."
——
"Baby, your performance today was really great."
With a happy smile on his face, Hermann warmly hugged Kirk who had just come down from the stage.
“Oh, I’m really nervous.
I was lucky to be able to perform normally, but I didn't expect that I could make some temporary changes."
Kirk hugged Hermann tightly, her hands still shaking slightly with nervousness.
It is a very bold act to make a temporary adaptation of a master's work, but it is worth it if you can get cheers from the audience.
Hermann noticed the cold sweat running down Kirk's forehead and the beads of sweat oozing from the tip of his nose, and instead of using a handkerchief he wiped them off with his sleeve.
"Now the whole world knows that my wife Pauline Kirk is an excellent pianist!
I’m proud of you!”
“Thank you, dear.
By the way, why don’t we see Mr. Frederick
The people who greeted us today were all new faces.”
Kirk remembered that he was able to attend this feast because of the invitation of Mr. Frederick, the director of the concert hall, and asked in confusion.
“Perhaps Mr. Frederick is receiving some distinguished guests. We can go to his house to express our gratitude after the festival is over.
I believe Mr. Frederick must be very busy during this period, so let's not disturb his work."
Hermann imagined how busy Frederick was and then expressed his guesses and suggestions.
Kirk nodded.
“What you said makes sense, so let’s visit after the music festival.
How about we just enjoy the music in peace now?"
"Of course, the finale on the program tonight is a world-class tenor. I am looking forward to it."
Herman said with a smile.
Neither of them knew that Frederick had died at the feast.
The annihilation of the Yellow Group's Munihei branch led to the Yellow Group's withdrawal from the inter-factional struggle for several years.
The Muni black market is no longer a three-way confrontation. The mysterious Investigation Bureau and the Cthulhu Cult led by EOD will face off to compete for the sovereignty of the Muni black market, but the confrontation on the mysterious side will eventually end with a struggle in the mortal world.
——
As agreed, everyone on the Cyclopes who were involved in the incident gathered in the dining room.
The only change was that Sif held Jobtran's arm tightly and no longer looked reserved.
"Wow, progress so fast?"
Second mate Paul teased the two of them with a smile on his face.
Jobtran shrugged his shoulders as if nothing had happened, but Sif blushed all the way to her ears.
"Professor Robert will be here soon."
Joe Butran waved to the waiter and said after ordering a cup of coffee.
"What? Aldridge isn't coming?"
Joe Butran turned to Second Officer Paul and asked.
Paul shook his head and said nothing.
Just as Joe Butran had expected, First Mate Aldridge did not participate in this discussion about the mysterious side.
"He has lost the courage to face his fear and will eventually be consumed by it."
Professor Robert, who arrived late, heard the conversation between the two and spoke as he walked inside the restaurant.
"Good day, Professor Robert."
Jobtran raised his cup of coffee and greeted Professor Robert.
"Good day, are you taking carbamazepine?"
Professor Robert casually pulled out a chair, sat down, and asked the waiter for a menu.
"A cup of black tea and a tomato and egg sandwich, thank you."
"No, he just won't listen."
Sif wrinkled her nose and pretended to be extremely angry.
"It's okay not to take it. After all, the possibility of sudden epilepsy recurring is very low."
Professor Robert replied with a smile.
"Okay, we're done with the usual greetings. Should we get down to business now?"
Second mate Paul was a little impatient and seemed to be a little annoyed.
"Our ship will arrive in Iceland in two days. We will have plenty of time to chat with you about these daily matters."
"Oh? How many days will it stay here?"
Sif asked.
Jobtran heard the news of the stop and pricked up his ears, listening carefully.
"Well, it will take at least a week to complete the rest, and at most... I can't say for sure... There is a problem with the steam boiler.
The damn water tanks are not cleaned out, we need to clean both tanks once we dock."
Second mate Paul said helplessly.
"It's good to stop here. Let the passengers go to Iceland to listen to the bard's stories and relax on the land."
Professor Robert comforted Paul with these words.
"Joe Butran, what do you think?"
Professor Robert changed his tone and threw the question to Jobtran.
"If, I'm just saying if.
If our voyage is arranged with a mysterious side, there may be an adventure waiting for us in Iceland."
Jobtran recalled some legends and related documents he had read in the Mysterious Investigation Bureau about the magical island of Iceland, and he roughly guessed what he might be dealing with.
But Jobtran was careful to use the neutral word "adventure" instead of "danger".
"Wait, you mean arrangements?"
Professor Robert grasped the key point in Joet Brown's words and then raised questions.
"I can't say who it is, but he's a very troublesome guy anyway."
Joe Butran said with a wry smile.
"You can't even mention the name?"
Professor Robert fell into deep thought.
"If I tell him, he will probably feel it, but he probably won't care."
Joe Butran spread his hands.
"You mean the will of chaos?"
"Well, it should be."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, could you two stop playing dumb here?"
Sif said angrily.
Sif, who only had a very basic and superficial understanding of the mysterious side, didn't understand what the two were saying.
"Then let me talk about the most basic knowledge first.
It’s harmless to know this knowledge.”
Joe Butron rolled his eyes and began to explain,
“There are some very ancient... creatures in the world, and each of these creatures has different characteristics.
Some of these creatures are even older than humans, and we all regard them as mysterious.
There are some mythological stories in every country and every nation, such as my country's "The Song of the Nibelungs".
In theory, these myths are not necessarily fictional.
Do you understand? This is the scary part of the mysterious side.
The dragons flying in the sky, the witches riding brooms, and the vicious devils are actually legendary creatures that once existed in real life.”
After hearing this, Sif widened her eyes and made an expression of disbelief.
"Why can't we access these things in our current civilized society?"
Second mate Paul answered,
"I guess most of the mysterious creatures are sealed, just like the Cthulhu guarded by the Skull Rose I used to work for."
Professor Robert nodded.
"Yes, but that's not entirely correct. A small number of mysterious creatures are still active in human society, and it is this part of the existence that I want to discuss with Job Tran."
“The local gods on Earth, we call them the Ancient Gods.
Most of the invaders were sealed in a great war. They were invaders from space and the universe. They were the Old Ones.
No one knows where they came from, but a few were summoned by humans.
Although it is not the main body, it also caused a lot of trouble.
And we know very little about these Great Old Ones."
Joe Butran said with a wry smile.
"For example, the god of plague that I mentioned before, Hastauruk, is actually the name of an Old One."
Professor Robert said seriously.
"Hastaluk... What is it for?"
Sif asked curiously.
"Professor Robert."
Jobtran interrupted what Professor Robert was about to say and shook his head.
Professor Robert frowned and said unhappily,
“Exploring the truth is a desire that everyone has in their heart, but excessive suppression is not a good thing, but will have the opposite effect.
If we control it appropriately and don't get too much exposure to the evil things, there shouldn't be any problem."
"You have a point, please continue."
Jobtran had no choice but to compromise with Professor Robert because he knew that given Sif's character, she would not give up asking questions.
“I started studying microbiology and I discovered that these tiny things that are invisible to the naked eye hold huge secrets.
They evolve almost every once in a while, and each evolution is accompanied by a catastrophic plague.
Guess where I discovered this problem? "
Professor Robert said mysteriously.
"If we talk about a catastrophic plague, it must be the Black Death that raged in the Middle Ages, right?"
Sif boldly speculated.
"Yes, but the Black Death was not the first time, it was just one of the times."
Professor Robert said seriously,
“There has been a major plague in almost every century of human history.
What do you find from the Black Death in the 14th century, the smallpox in Europe in the 15th century, the cholera in the 16th century, the yellow fever outbreak in the 17th century
"A different species each time?"
Second Officer Paul boldly assumed.
“Yes, and each time it’s a completely new variety.
Rather than the primitive bacterial communities hiding beneath the Arctic ice, these epidemics appear to be specifically targeted at humans.
That's why I tracked down Hastaurük.
Hastauruk is a name recorded in the Seventy Books written by the ancient alchemist Jabir ibn Hayyan.
Jabir, who had profound knowledge in chemistry and biology, actually showed obvious fear of this term in "Seventy Books".
It is a plague! It is one of the most insidious and powerful of the Great Old Ones! It is disease incarnate!
According to a series of investigations, I heard that the information about Hastauruk was recorded in the Book of the Dead written by a madman in Arabia, so this is why I boarded this ship and headed to Miskatonic University where the Book of the Dead is located. "
Professor Robert pushed his glasses on his nose and slowly stated the purpose of his trip.
After hearing this, Jobtran got a headache and thought, "The Necronomicon again!"