Durin's Diary

Chapter 719 Facts
Poole shook his head and looked at his student who looked aggrieved. "Why, as soon as you graduated from my school, you came to give me trouble, didn't you?"

"No, Professor Poole! I'm in the Northern Bureau now. You know, even though you're ranked high, you're not a member of the Northern Bureau. We don't accept your leadership, and we can't have any contact with you..." At this point, the young man was gently kicked by Struve. "How can you talk to the Protector of the Country's brother? Be more polite."

Fisher walked over and stroked Stuluve's head with a smile. This old Fisher almost had "good job" written all over his face.

Poole didn't care about the kick. He just sat there, opening his cigarette case and motioning the young man to come over and get one.

"Professor, you really care about me." The young man said as he happily bit the cigarette in his mouth.

He was honest and didn't reach into his pocket, and Poole's guards naturally lit his cigarette for him.

"You also know that in Austria-Switzerland, all printing houses must report. This time your secret hideout was discovered by the Military Intelligence Agency. Have you thought about what to say when you go back?" Poole sat on a small chair, looked at his good student and asked with a smile.

"What else can I say? The ink transportation route has been leaked. That grassland elf who sells ink must have been the one who tipped off the secret. He has absolutely no sense of social etiquette. I'll have someone smash his windows when I get back." The young man was kicked again just as he finished speaking. Struve glared at him, "That teacher didn't tell us a word. It's your carriages that pass by Calf Avenue every day. They carry so much ink that they've crushed the bricks and stones on the road. You're a printing factory using a weaving factory as a cover. You don't ship much out, and you don't bring in much raw materials either. Yet, how could you crush all the bricks and stones on the road? We've tested it, and your carriages carry the heaviest loads!"

"Ah, is this okay?" The young man widened his eyes.

Struve said with a straight face, "Although that hippie doesn't look like a good person, he is the best learner among my senior brothers. If you were to face him, you would definitely be discovered like this."

"Okay, Struve, you go back with Mr. Fisher first, and leave the things here to me." Poole said with a smile.

"Then I leave my people to you, my lord."

"Okay, you and Mr. Fisher go back, I'll be back as soon as I'm done with this."

After the director of the Military Intelligence Bureau and the young heir left, Poole looked at the young man who knelt on one knee again and said, "Now you understand."

"As expected of Master Durin's disciple, I didn't lose unfairly, but I still beg for your forgiveness, regarding the Northern Bureau." "How could I not know that? You can't say it's definitely not because of the regulations. We can't operate at this location after all this commotion. You should find another location. As for the delivery station, you'd better move it too, otherwise the next time Struve finds it, he'll blame you to the hippies."

"Yes, sir, we will definitely find a more secluded place." The young man said and stood up.

"It's been over half a year since you graduated. Tell me, is the work in the Northern Bureau tough? And how did you get sent back? After all, if I remember correctly, you shouldn't have been sent to Vienna. After all, you lived here before, and maybe someone here remembers what you look like."

"But who makes us most familiar with Vienna?" the young man said with a helpless smile.

Poole nodded and stood up. "Okay, let's go. I'll arrange a bus for you. You can go directly back. Secretary Ace and Secretary Sora will meet you in person when the time comes."

He saw the group of young people off and left the factory.

In front of the convoy outside the corner, Poole walked in and the guards opened the carriage door for him.

Fisher and Struve were sitting in the carriage. "It seems the factional struggle in the Northern Bureau is quite intense," the young soldier said with a helpless smile.

"Yeah, it's worse than I thought. These young people don't have any background. Even though they have abilities, they still can't be given important positions."

"That's easy to explain. Northernism has a long history, but the Vienna-Switzerland you and Lord Dühring control is completely different. You and Lord Dühring are young, and so is the entire organization. Young people who come in with talent and proven loyalty are given important positions. This is completely different from Northernism." Fisher smiled and said, "It's just like when I was in the Northern Kingdom. Talented young people need to work harder than those with better connections to reach a position I can see. I don't know how many young people have been wasted over the years. Fortunately, such things haven't happened since I came to Vienna."

At this point, Fisher reached out and patted Struve on the head. "Just like Struve, he has both ability and character. Most importantly, he's neither arrogant nor impatient. This is the most important quality for someone working in intelligence."

"Struwe, you did it on purpose this time, didn't you?"

"Yes, Lord Poole. If we don't respond, the Military Intelligence Bureau will be looked down upon by our Northernist colleagues. Even that senior brother who calls himself a hippie will look down on us."

"Then it's your turn this time. If our Military Intelligence Bureau's people are dug out again, you can take action." Poole looked at Struve and ordered.

"Yes, Lord Poole."

Struve nodded in agreement.

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Poole's words reached Durin's ears in less than half a day.

After all, the Military Intelligence Bureau was still guarding Du Lin against his elder brother.

This is a bad thing because it means that the Military Intelligence Bureau still does not trust Du Lin's brother.

But it is also a good thing. It shows that the Military Intelligence Bureau is loyal to Du Lin, which is beyond doubt.

Du Lin also heard about the minor friction between the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Northern Bureau of Northernism. In Du Lin's view, senior brothers beating junior brothers, and junior brothers beating senior brothers, as long as the problem is controllable, it is not a problem. Based on the current relationship between himself and Northernism, to put it bluntly, everyone in this world is a part of Du Lin and Northernism's PLAY.

As for the hippie, Du Lin really remembered this young man. He was the young man who took notes most seriously during Du Lin's lectures and also the one who studied the hardest, so Du Lin recommended this young man to old Wilson, the head of the Northern Bureau.

Facts have proved that Du Lin's vision was correct, and old Wilson really believed in Du Lin. The older generation was easy to talk to, and although they had their own ideas, they would dare to use the young man as long as he really lived up to their trust.

It’s a pity that it’s a bit difficult to evaluate his successors.

But there is nothing we can do about it. Everything in this world will eventually grow old.

(End of this chapter)