Abnormal crossing

Chapter 247 Hibiscus's Gift (Part 1)

Dawn Councilor
Gu Wei, standing next to Milo, also raised an eyebrow.

When I first arrived in Molde, Sheena, who was my guide, gave me a brief introduction to Molde's political structure.

The Mold civilization now operates under a federal system, with its leader being Governor Jokowen.

On the planetary level below Jokwen, the highest leaders are the Speaker of the Federal Parliament, the Supreme Court Justice, and the Garrison Commander, who respectively lead the government, the legal system, and the military.

The Speaker of the Federal Parliament has equal power with the other two, but due to Speaker Gray's seniority and prestige, he is one and a half ranks higher than the other two in this term's Big Three.

Below the three leaders are federal legislators, who are divided into three levels: upper, middle, and lower.

The Dawn Member mentioned by Joe Cowen is a senior member, but he is more special than a regular senior member—in addition to being a core member of the senior council, the Dawn Member is also a candidate for the next Federal Speaker!
To be promoted to Dawn Councilor, one must be no older than fifty (Earth year), and even after promotion, one's eligibility may be revoked at any time due to failure to meet performance targets.

Looking at the entire Molde Federation.

Currently, there are only five members of the Dawn Council who are qualified to be elected.
Defense Officer Cohen and Guide Sheena, whom Gu Wei had previously contacted, are still quite a distance from being members of the Dawn Council.

Once Molde officially begins preparations for relocation.

Given such a person's status and qualifications, he is destined to come into contact with most of the truth, and then Mold will be truly finished.

No wonder Joe Cowen was so terrified.
But it’s normal to think about it.

Although the Kingdom of Bhikkhu did not pay particular attention to the Mord civilization, its own size was considerable.

Even if it's just a casually placed spy, it must still follow a certain distribution range or coverage area.

Only when there are spies among the common people, middle-level and upper-level officials can a high degree of control be guaranteed—it's just that these spies don't have fixed tasks on a daily basis.

“Well, it’s good that you can control it,” Milo said, having seen a lot in his life, so he was more composed than Joe Cowen. “The key is that you, Joe, need to be mentally prepared. There’s no guarantee that some other important decision-makers might be caught later. The logic is actually similar to that of the Descendants. If there are spies within, some high-ranking core members are more likely to cause problems.”

Qiao Kewen nodded silently.

Milo was right, but for him personally, this was indeed a significant psychological blow—after all, many of his juniors were people he had taken a liking to and personally mentored, only to discover now that they were spies planted by Bhikkhu Lian.
Being betrayed is not a pleasant feeling.

“Old Joe, keep up the good work. Once you get through this hurdle, it won’t be a problem,” Milo then patted the governor of Molde on the shoulder and changed the subject: “By the way, is there anything else we can help you with? If so, just let us know.”

“Nothing else,” Joe Cowen managed a weak smile. “I’ve already spoken with Speaker Gray and the others, and we should be able to come up with a detailed plan within the next few days to start preparing for the relocation. Then there’ll be the transfer of various supplies and personnel. In short, it’s a process that will test our execution capabilities, but it’s not particularly difficult.”

Milo glanced at Speaker Gray beside him out of the corner of his eye and nodded slightly: "It's good that you all know what's going on. Since there's nothing else important, we should probably take our leave."

"Goodbye?"

Qiao Kewen was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously blurted out the same question as Fujimori: "Leaving so soon? Aren't you going to stay a few more days?"

“No, no,” Milo shook his head, his tone frank: “The fleet still has a lot to do. Although time is not particularly tight, we don’t have much free time to waste.”

“Besides, the sooner we leave, the safer it is for Mold.” Joe Cowen opened his mouth, hesitated, but ultimately remained silent again.

Because what Milo said makes sense.

They left Boska right in front of Fujimori. The shorter the time Milo and his group stayed on Molde, the less Fujimori would worry that Milo and Jokovin had any schemes.

With the equipment provided by Jin to Qiao Kewen, Molde will naturally become safer.

So Joe Cowen stopped being coy and turned his gaze to Ophelia: "In that case, Ophelia, hurry up and prepare your personal belongings and transfer to the ship as soon as possible—Old Beryl is still on his way and should arrive in twenty minutes."

Milo nodded.

While Jorge Cowen and Speaker Gray were discussing the matter, they had already consulted with old Berry's personal wishes. However, old Berry was not part of Molde's decision-making body and had been spending time with his wife during this period. Therefore, although he had nominally joined the fleet, he had not yet arrived.

Ophelia then followed Adele away from the scene, and together they packed Ophelia's personal belongings—it was foreseeable that the mother and daughter would say some parting words, after all, this departure would last for decades.

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After watching Ophelia leave, Jin, who had some free time, suddenly remembered something. She looked around for a while and quickly locked onto her target: "Xina, Cohen, you two come here for a moment."

Sheena and Cohen, who had been standing behind Joe Cowen, were taken aback. They exchanged a glance, and Sheena quickly walked to Jin's side, leading the way: "Ms. Jin, you wanted to see me?"

“No need to be so formal, just call me Jin or Sister Jin,” Jin’s attitude became much more amiable when facing this clean-cut little girl: “Xina, I remember you returned to Mold right after finishing your regular education at Cook Academy, right?”

Sheena nodded slightly.

After accumulating some wealth in Starsea in his early years, Joe Cowen began to give back to Mold. One of the most important forms of assistance he provided was a large amount of educational materials and qualification bracelets for the Starsea exams.

Sheena is one of the top students who emerged after Qiao Kewen's long-term assistance. She passed the Star Sea Unified Examination and was admitted to the well-known Cook Academy in the Star Sea. Cook Academy belongs to a sixth-order civilization and ranks around 50,000th in the Star Sea. It is a relatively niche teacher training college and is even stronger than Qiao Kewen's alma mater.

However, after completing her regular education, Sheena did not pursue further studies, nor did she accept offers from other civilizations. Instead, she resolutely gave up the generous treatment outside the Labyrinth and returned to Mold to pursue a career in education.

Seven years have now passed.

The number of students in the Molde Elite Class who pass the Star Alliance exam each year has suddenly increased from 0.7 to at least two.

The biggest contributor behind this is this little girl who looks even thinner than the average Molde resident.

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Then Jin glanced at the tiny little thing that only reached her waist and said something that left Xina completely stunned:

"Xina, if you had the opportunity, would you be willing to study at a top university?"

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(End of this chapter)