My Players Are So Fierce

1442: 486.

Transylvania’s First Snow

1442: 486.

Transylvania’s First Snow

“Another batch of undead are set to station at Crimson Castle, sigh, I wonder if I need to prepare residency information for them?

When I first accepted this position as Governor, I never thought there would come a day when I’d be governing the undead; the racial hierarchy in Transylvania has become more and more chaotic.

The rules for the living cannot be directly applied to the deceased, so do I need to prepare a separate set of management regulations for them?”

Upon receiving the message from the swamp frontlines, Governor Milian, who was ready to finish work for the day, couldn’t help but complain.

She forwarded this information to her secretary to take to the newly established ‘Immigration Department’ and the fully-formed civilian registry department, to give the newly-appointed Transylvanian civil servants a heads-up.

After taking care of these matters, the Governor looked up at the hanging clock on the wall, which conveniently marked ten minutes before her off time, pleasing Governor Milian.

She did not have to work overtime today.

As more administrative players were assigned to their respective positions and the local civil servants continuously graduated, and with the help of the ‘Otherworldly Office System’ structured by Sir Morphy based on the Calculating Pearl, the government of Transylvania ran very efficiently, significantly reducing the workload for the Governor.

This meant that the system designed by her and Morphy for Transylvania was already running smoothly.

Although Professor Malcolm saw plenty of flaws in this system and the Calculating Pearl was becoming insufficient, the newly shaped order was undoubtedly an improvement over the prior chaos.

Even the most critical critic could not deny that the current situation at Crimson Castle was more than twice as good as when the ten-year war had just ended.

Not having to do overtime brought Governor Milian healthier living habits and a gradually recovering mental state.

The most noticeable change was that the Crimson Governor finally didn’t need to swagger through town with dark circles under her eyes; she could take some time after washing up in her dormitory each evening to browse the forums and learn from the ‘advanced experiences’ of other worlds.

Morphy had specifically set up a ‘History section’ on the forum, benefiting from the constant contributions by the players, which offered many case studies for Governor Milian to learn from.

She was genuinely studying, not just playing around; she also took study notes to discuss with Professor Malcolm.

As Milian knew, Maxim was also studying military theory and battle examples on the forum during this period, and Miss Primis had her duties in the forum’s tavern, though what she learned in the forum’s film and television area was beyond the Governor’s comprehension.

Just like a few days ago when she was talking to Phemys, who suddenly burst out with the term “Monkey Wine,” which made Governor Milian almost lose her composure.

Although she did not have much time to watch those otherworldly dramas, Governor Milian understood what the term represented, as it was frequently used by the players in some off-topic posts.

“Hmph, no wonder you named your Spiritual Energy organization ‘Red Devil Hall’; I guess you little vampire are probably going to become useless.”

The Governor was packing up her things to leave work while mentally criticizing Phemys’s irresponsibility, and then she recalled that the Holy Blood Festival was approaching, along with the preparations for the festival activities at Crimson Castle and the upcoming ‘mission’ to Shardo Peninsula.

These are the two major events that the administrative office needs to keep monitoring.

However, the victory reported from the swamp front brought relaxation to Governor Milian; she understood the significance of this war for assessing and testing the Otherworldly Warriors in various aspects.

Their effort in taking down the Wolf People’s stronghold meant that, with the arrival of the Black Disaster, they would become one of the most dependable forces in this land.

“Maybe I should hold a celebration ceremony?

Combine it with the Holy Blood Festival ceremonies and even save some manpower and resources…”

Thinking this, the Governor donned her coat and left the three-story building of the administrative office.

She was no longer confined to working in the small courtyard amidst the ruins of Crimson Castle; a few days ago, while the warriors attacked Plague Town, all the important departments of the office had moved to the ‘Administrative Courtyard’ constructed by the Stonemason Brotherhood within the inner city.

The environment could hardly be called excellent, but the neat courtyard combined with the purposely transplanted trees lining the paths lent the place a rather imposing look.

This courtyard also had comprehensive facilities including the security office, cafeteria, and dormitories, representing the culmination of the ‘economically suitable housing’ promoted by the Stonemason Brotherhood.

Although Governor Milian was not very knowledgeable about architecture, she had heard boasts from the occasional bricklayer who came here to apply for projects.

Reportedly, his colleagues had found a material called ‘High Peak Soil’ near Mountain Area Number Four on Mystery Island, which could be used to create beautiful porcelain.

The bricklayer also boasted that he would later construct a building fit for the administrative office’s status, intending to adorn it with beautiful tiles inside and out.

Governor Milian could not envision the building he described, but she had indeed seen some architectural styles from other worlds on the forum.

It has to be said, those splendid skyscrapers had already surpassed the imagination of a person from another world; if such tall glass-adorned buildings were to appear in Transylvania, they would probably become a spectacular sight.