Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 211 Reports and Reports

"observe"

"No suspicion"

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"No suspicion"

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"No suspicion"

"..."

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Haven sat in the intelligence room of MI8, looking at the thick stack of documents Gene handed him. His expression changed from indifference and nonchalance at first to shock at the end.

"No, what I want to say is how you observed this, and isn't this conclusion a bit too simplistic?"

Faced with Haven's slightly doubtful and questioning gaze, Gene shrugged helplessly.

Under Haven's intense gaze, Gene felt a sense of pressure, and finally pursed his lips before speaking.

“My Lord Havent, there’s no use in looking at me like that. After all, I’m not like you, with the entire North standing behind me. Even if you’re joking, others will have to seriously consider how much of a joke there is.”

Having laid it all out, Gene stopped trying to hide anything and simply pulled out the chair next to Havent and plopped down in it.

"I'm just a nobody. They say I'm the head of the intelligence analysis department at MI8, but if you really think I have no influence or power, well, maybe I do..."

As he spoke, he tapped the thick stack of intelligence in Haven's hand with his finger.

"It depends on who you're comparing yourself to. If you're comparing yourself to the residents of the city, what I said is useful, but as for..."

Having said that, Haven understood what Gene meant; things wouldn't be interesting if they were like that.

"So I went to get it yesterday, and now everyone knows what I did?"

"That's not quite it, Lord Havent. It's just that those who need to know already know."

Hearing Gene's joking answer, Haven couldn't help but gasp. Could this still be called an intelligence agency? It was even worse than those red-light district pubs. At least at those places, if someone wanted to patronize a girl, they had to pay some money and ask around.

Somewhat speechless, Haven flipped through the stack of seemingly substantial intelligence again, feeling utterly humiliated.

"So who let them go?"

Gene watched Haven's fingers fly up and down, deftly folding the paper into the shape of a little bird, and found it very interesting.

After waiting a few seconds without receiving a reply, Haven turned his head and saw Gene looking at the origami crane in his hand with great interest.

"Want some? I'll give them to you~~~"

Gene, without any hesitation, took the origami crane from Havent and examined it carefully.

"Master Haven is truly skillful. With such simple folding, he has created a lifelike little bird. I can even see the brilliance of knowledge in this paper bird."

Looking at the intelligence chief sitting next to him, talking eloquently, Haven wanted nothing more than to punch him in the nose.

Every single one of these intelligence agents is utterly corrupt; they deserve to die. Speaking of which, Kubant's father, Count Mori, was said to have been in charge of the Empire's intelligence organization when he was young. According to Kubant, his father was quite influential in his youth, being one of the key figures in the Empire's intelligence department.

That's pretty impressive. Although when talking about Earl Maurice's youth, everyone would sigh that he was no ordinary figure, in Haven's mind, his first impression of Earl Maurice was still that of a cunning and sly old man.

"Look at you, why do you intelligence agents always like to beat around the bush? Why can't everyone just say what you mean?"

Under Haven's gaze, which was filled with grey-green eyes, Gene finally stopped playing with the origami crane in his hand and looked straight at him with his light brown eyes as well.

The two stared at each other for more than ten seconds, as if trying to see something in each other's eyes. In the end, Gene gave in and raised his hands as if to surrender.

"Alright, alright, you're all so capable. Then I'll have to make things difficult for this little nobody."

"The man was released by Chief of Staff Tang Ning. As my direct superior, I have no right to refuse his request."

After Gene finished speaking, the room fell silent for a moment, so quiet that even the steam rising from a teacup could make a sound.

Just when Gene thought that things would end like usual, Haven picked up the thick stack of intelligence again. As a pale red light emanated from Haven's hand, a flame suddenly appeared on the book-thick intelligence. Then, the flame quickly spread outwards, and under the scorching heat of the flames, a thick stack of paper turned into black ash and scattered onto the table.

“Gene, don’t do such meaningless things next time. It’s quite tiring to write out these hundred or so personal information records. You could have used that time to do something better.”

Gene watched quietly as Havent burned the stack of intelligence, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

"This is work, Lord Haven. Whether it's useful or not, I have to write it. Of course, I also look forward to the day when I don't have to do these meaningless things."

Hearing Gene's suggestive words, Haven chose not to continue the conversation. The adult world was indeed annoying, full of endless, meaningless probing. They clearly wanted answers or had desires, but they just wouldn't say it directly. They would tell you something that was very simple by going through a lot of roundabout ways.

"How do I get to the Chief of Staff's office?"

As Gene watched Havent walk to the door, open it, and turn back to ask him a question, he still wore a very polite smile.

"Go up to the sixth floor, and the room at the end on your right is it."

As the door clicked shut, Gene maintained his smile, which grew even more genuine, indicating he was in an excellent mood.

The room was filled with smoke from the burning paper. Gene casually pushed open the window beside him, watching the smoke slowly drift out, and muttered to himself in a voice that no one could hear:
"Let's put everything back to its original state, even if it's not an easy thing to do."

dong dong dong~~~
Downing Cruyff Hudars, the current Director General of MI8, has felt the immense difficulty of this responsibility since he took office fifteen years ago. Faced with increasingly conflicting imperial forces, intelligence work has become extremely challenging.

The emasculated MI8 is no longer the powerful entity it was thirty years ago, which makes Tang Ning, who is only sixty years old, look like he is ninety. With age comes a more gentle way of handling problems, but this approach makes Tang Ning, the head of MI8, seem more like a slick politician than an intelligence chief.

dong dong dong~
The knocking came again, and Tang Ning snapped out of her reverie. She looked up at the clock on the wall and frowned. At this time, she shouldn't have any plans; this should be her time to enjoy solitude.

The knocking became more frequent, and Tang Ning's brows furrowed deeply. "Come in~~"

With an impatient shout from Tang Ning, the door creaked open, and a very young-looking boy walked in. Sunlight streaming in from the window gradually penetrated the boy's body from his feet, giving him a faint glow.

"Who are you???"

Under Downing's question, Haven casually pulled out a chair and plopped down in it.

"Ah~ Hello, Chief of Staff Tang Ning, my name is Haven, Haven Hylan."

Upon hearing Haven's self-introduction, Downing's pupils visibly contracted, and then he gave a very unnatural smile.

"Oh, it's Viscount Haven! My apologies for not greeting you sooner. May I ask what brings you here?"

Looking at Chief of Staff Downing, who was all smiles and acting incredibly smooth, Haven's inner complaints grew even stronger.

"It is so, Chief of Staff Tang Ning. I was ordered by His Majesty to conduct another investigation recently. Yesterday, I made a major discovery while investigating a stronghold of heretics. Later, I arranged for Director Gene to assist in handling this matter."

As Haven spoke, he kept his eyes fixed on Chief of Staff Downing, trying to glean something from the other man's gaze. However, it was clear that Downing had maintained his composure well, and Haven was unable to discern anything from Downing's smiling expression.

"Then, I assigned some tasks to Director Gene, but when I came to follow up on them today, I found that Director Gene did not carry them out well. I wonder what Chief of Staff Tang Ning thinks about this matter."

Under Havent's slightly aggressive gaze, Chief of Staff Downing remained remarkably composed, as composed as a leader listening to a subordinate's report.

"Ah~~ this~~"

"Speaking of which, Viscount Haven is truly a remarkable young man."

"To have gained His Majesty's favor at such a young age is truly rare indeed."

"Speaking of which, your father and I are old acquaintances, and Count Mori was my former superior."

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Haven sat in his chair watching Chief of Staff Downing ramble on and on, his expression gradually darkening from a smile to a grim one.

This old man really thinks he's a child.

"Chief of Staff Tang Ning, your life is indeed filled with many connections, but I don't care. What I want to know now is why the personnel I arranged for quarantine and observation haven't been carried out."

Faced with Haven's merciless words, which were more like an interrogation.

Tang Ning's eyebrows twitched slightly, but quickly returned to normal, though the standard aristocratic smile that always graced her lips was slightly less pronounced.

Hehehehehe~~~

"Young people are always so impatient. It is very important to be patient, and listening patiently is also a very good virtue."

Under Haven's unwavering gaze, Chief of Staff Downing continued speaking at a leisurely pace, even pouring a little more wine into his already empty glass.

"Some things are not as simple as you think, and it's not like you can just do it this way because you want to."

"The capital is a very complex place. In the Holy Song Mayara, if you want to do something well, you have to learn to take care of the feelings of the vast majority of people. Only when the vast majority of people cooperate with you and don't cause trouble can you do this thing smoothly."

Looking at Tang Ning, who was talking to him so eloquently, Haven clenched his fist repeatedly. This old man was putting on airs, much like some of the old cadres from his previous life.

"Chief of Staff Tang Ning..."

"Ok?"

Tang Ning, who had been interrupted, looked at Havente with a puzzled expression.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are more suited to be the Foreign Minister or His Majesty's Minister of General Affairs than the Director of MI8, because you are so good at considering other people's opinions?"

After Haven finished speaking, Downing could no longer maintain her smiling persona, and her expression gradually turned sinister and distorted.

"Ha ha ha ha ha"

"Havent, people need to be aware of their own position and not take advantage of their status to say or do whatever they want."

"That's because people don't want to argue with you right now, not because they're actually right or afraid of you."

"What you've said is utter nonsense in my opinion. All of us in MI8 are utterly loyal to the Empire. Your suggestion of leaving them to observe is, in my view, an insult to their years of hard work!!!"

"Get out of my office now. It's none of your business as a kid to interfere in MI8's affairs."

As she spoke, Tang Ning slammed her exceptionally smooth and fair fingers heavily on the table, her angry expression as if she had been greatly insulted.

In this respect, Haven still has a lot to learn; at least he can't yet speak to people in a way that suits them perfectly.

It has to be said that some people, even when they are clearly in the wrong and have done something awful, can still turn the situation around through a series of maneuvers.

Such as, "If you did nothing wrong, can't you at least apologize?" or "I know I was wrong, what more do you want?" or "Even if the child isn't yours, can't you at least raise it?"

Of course, not everyone can easily master such a superb technique. Some people simply lack the necessary aptitude, and the results after using it become quite an eyesore.

Ah~ah~ah~
The red light for turning left is the hardest to wait for.

Ah~ah~ah~
Now, in Haven's eyes, Downing is a combination of these two. Faced with such a scoundrel, someone has already given the answer: a real samurai duel.

"Oh my god!!!"

Energetic, Haven leaped onto the table in front of Downing and pounced on him like a predator on a hunt, waving his fists.

Platinum Palace
Frederick IV rubbed his temples in annoyance.

“Havent, no matter what, you can't just take action directly. After all, Tang Ningqin is an official of the Empire…”

(End of this chapter)