Chapter 3113 - 1037: Granny Bach, Let Me Tell You Some Good News—Your Dad Came Back to Life, Then Died Again

Chapter 3113: Chapter 1037: Granny Bach, Let Me Tell You Some Good News—Your Dad Came Back to Life, Then Died Again

Watching the Dwarf Marshal, his mouth stuffed with a handkerchief, being "escorted" out of the conference room by a group of Earth Priests, Murphy kindly waved goodbye with a gentle smile, only to receive Loren’s angry glare in return.

The angry eyes contained enough information to write a thesis of several thousand words to discuss the complex mood in the Dwarf Marshal’s heart at that moment.

That’s right, this was a trap aimed at him!

Loren’s been escaping marriage not just for one or two days; he might suffer from some incurable "marriage phobia." According to Elder Ovg’s complaints, the Dwarf Marshal has always claimed to prioritize his career, managing to drag his childhood sweetheart cousin from sixty to sixty-eight years old, even though in dwarf years this counts as just reaching adulthood, but dwarves have their own cultural quirks.

Their marriage was arranged long ago, with King Louis and the Silver Lord as "elders" on both sides making the agreement. Officially speaking, this falls under "political marriage."

Marshal Loren has half human blood and grew up in the Human World, eventually becoming a big Marshal in the Goldenrod Kingdom, a figure that could sufficiently represent the kingdom’s dignity. For King Louis to step in for a political marriage isn’t outlandish, and Murphy played only a trivial and insignificant role in it.

"Inform the Bataxin Business Association to accelerate attracting immigrants from the Kato area while Loren is tied up for marriage!"

Murphy turned and instructed Adel:

"I’ve already sent letters to Duke Wolfsbane; the Wolfsbane Clan will use their power in the gray area to support our actions. This window period won’t last long; I estimate that Loren will return to Dorod Fortress within a month and a half. We need to complete the transfer of smugglers during this time, the more the better.

Time is tight, and the task is heavy.

Therefore, if necessary, Kudell must also mobilize the Maginot Line’s forces to assist with this action."

"But General Soros is stationed at Dorod Fortress and will block our actions. That general isn’t one to take lightly; he can fully understand our actions as undermining Goldenrod’s foundation."

Adel whispered:

"Should we create an accident? After all, now that Chaos Fiends are rampaging on the battlefield, an accident befalling a fierce commander like General Soros is highly probable."

"No need."

Murphy waved his hand and said:

"The Daguan Fishmen emerging from Lake Xiuerpres have targeted Dorod Fortress as their nearest goal recently. Soros will be too busy with defense to handle the vanguard army’s casualty issues, he won’t have time to focus on civil matters.

The Cape Family gives face to Marshal Loren because the Marshal represents King Louis’s dignity; the royal party members are cohesive in this matter. But General Soros isn’t quite in the same league; he’s purely a military man and won’t outplay others in the Cape Family’s territory.

Thus, Earl Leon of Blackfoot Fox’s attitude will be crucial next.

With his cooperation, only then can we truly ’feast.’"

"Hmm, is that also why you used the precious Symbiotic Crystal to help Brigadier General Fraser?"

Adel said:

"You hope the Cape Family will turn a blind eye?"

"No, I hope they actively participate in this matter."

Murphy shook his head and said:

"Transylvania’s finances have always been tight; Milian is almost losing all her hair trying to gather money. We’ve never had a mature profit-making industry; even the underhand casino business cannot sustain for long, but the Cape Family is financially strong in this area.

Sigh, I’m not good at politics nor cruel enough. Otherwise, arranging a marriage between Milian and Fraser would solve everything, right?"

"You wouldn’t do that."

E Sister pouted and said:

"If you really did, you’d have to face the players’ pure love Iron Fist."

"You’re such a chatterbox!"

Murphy turned around and gently patted Adel’s always stern face, which was actually delicate enough to break with a touch, saying:

"Alright, leave these troublesome matters for Milian to handle; she’s more adept now. As the puppet Governor, I need to concentrate on the areas more suitable for my strength. With almost forty days left until the Pharaoh King’s birthday feast, it’s time to start preparing.

I’ll assign you this task.

You will accompany me as an adjutant and try developing Shadow Intelligence Bureau’s influence in the Origin Land, which will become a very important ’strategic partner’ for Transylvania in the future."

"Yes, I’ll try to come up with a plan as soon as possible."

E Sister nodded and took the opportunity when no one was around to peck at the corner of Master Morphy’s mouth.

Speaking of which, although Triss doesn’t oppose her intimate contact with Murphy, for both Adel and Murphy, this private intimacy always has a "forbidden romance" taboo feel."

Murphy discovered that Adel, perhaps due to working in intelligence for too long, was a bit addicted to this sort of forbidden contact, clearly able to hold hands openly but always enjoying these secretive moments of touch.

Of course, Murphy didn’t dislike this mode of interaction.

Men are always like that, the thrill of sneaky bites is more exciting than big bites, right?

And just when the two of them, entwined on the conference room’s sofa, nearly sparked an incident, a knock on the door suddenly sounded, startling Adel into a fright, releasing a kitten-like sound, she immediately rose from Murphy’s embrace, quickly covering most of her exposed top, and swiftly jumped into Murphy’s shadow.