No strange things are allowed to evolve!

[Hidden Mission: Contact the Imperial contact person and achieve the mission objective while fulfilling the Imperial instructions]

Chapter 324 The Empire's Mission

While Jiang Shu was studying the updated mission objectives, Gandhi and Nehru had reached a complete consensus and finalized all the details.

In fact, it can't be said that the two of them finalized the decision.

In fact, Nehru had perfected all the plans to the extreme, and had taken all the factors into account. It would be difficult to find any aspects that could be optimized in a short period of time.

So actually, he just handed the whole plan over to Gandhi and let him take a look.

Therefore, the process of finalizing the agreement was very quick.

“Let’s do it this way, I have no objections,” Gandhi said.

Nehru breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this: "I'm relieved to hear you say that. In that case, let's set off first thing tomorrow morning."

As he spoke, he glanced at the time and continued.

"It's getting late. I've arranged for a banquet to celebrate your return. After the banquet, get some rest. The journey ahead may be tough, so make sure you conserve your energy."

Gandhi nodded: "You can arrange everything."

Watching the two seemingly friendly exchange, Jiang Shu felt that something was off.

Gandhi doesn't seem as enthusiastic as he did at the beginning.

Although it was subtle, Jiang Shu clearly sensed that Gandhi was not as satisfied as he claimed; on the contrary, he seemed to have a kind of inexplicable dissatisfaction.

It all started from the moment Nehru told Gandhi about his plan.

Nehru was unaware of this.

This made Jiang Shu wonder if Gandhi was jealous and felt threatened because he discovered that Nehru was able to run the business so well on his own while he was away, and that he could even formulate such a perfect plan without Gandhi's help?

To be honest, Jiang Shu felt that this didn't quite fit Gandhi's character.

After all, when he and Gandhi had ideological differences before, Gandhi showed a magnanimous side, believing that he was willing to provide help as long as it was good for the Kingdom of India, even if the price was losing his current glory.

But apart from this possibility, Jiang Shu really couldn't think of anything else that might cause his dissatisfaction.

In addition, there were some suspicious points that Gandhi had previously exposed...

In short, Gandhi's behavior always gave Jiang Shu a strange and incongruous feeling.

However, he doesn't have time to explore the nature of this unease right now; he's busy figuring out how to contact the Empire's contact person.

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But he had absolutely no memory of the contact person, nor did he recall the Empire telling him before he came that there were any helpers, not even a code name.

So he had absolutely no idea who to contact.

Moreover, the timeframe is very tight.

The expedition is setting off tomorrow, which means he must contact his contact before departure to find out what the Empire wants him to do and how to achieve the mission objectives while fulfilling the Empire's instructions, thus helping Gandhi complete his mission.

Perhaps it's time to leave Ahmedabad and go find the Empire's garrison in India?

Hmm... I feel like I'll be locked up as an escaped prisoner. Given my current identity, there's absolutely no way I could contact the only governor in the Kingdom of Zhu who knows the truth, right?

Even if we could find a way to do it, it's definitely not something that can be done overnight.

Besides, Gandhi and Nehru aren't idiots. If I go out and mess things up and come back, would they still trust me and let me go with them?

After thinking it over and over, Jiang Shu couldn't come up with a good solution, so he could only follow Gandhi to the banquet arranged by Nehru.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

After traveling for so many days, we finally have the opportunity to eat at a state banquet. We'll have to travel for many more days afterward, so we definitely have to make the most of this opportunity.

That was what Jiang Shu originally thought.

But he soon realized how naive his idea was.

It was indeed a state banquet, but Jiang Shu forgot which country he was in.

So when he had endured the lengthy speech and a series of tedious celebrations, he thought he could finally have a good meal.

When he saw the swill-like substance being poured onto the lotus leaf in front of him, as if feeding pigs, and some of it splashing onto the muddy ground, he finally despaired.

Is this a restaurant or a dry toilet?

In the dim light, Jiang Shu could see that a demon seemed to be beckoning to him from inside the thick, steaming yellow paste.

"Eat...eat quickly...and then give me your soul..."

The demon uttered such a whisper.

Describing these foods as feces or vomit doesn't do justice to how horrible they are; they're more like nuclear waste that indiscriminately attacks everything in its path.

This gave Jiang Shu, who had once been imprisoned in the Imperial Palace, a sudden, absurd idea.

Although both empires suffered from a lack of delicious food, it might not be impossible for them to use local cuisine to capture the people of the Kingdom of Zhu, rather than resorting to violence.

"Eat! Why aren't you eating? Aren't you hungry at all after all these days of fleeing?"

Looking at Jiang Shu's strange expression, Gandhi asked in confusion.

Hearing the noise, Nehru, on the other side of Jiang Shu, also noticed Jiang Shu's strange behavior. At that moment, he was grabbing handfuls of what could be called curry and stuffing them into his mouth, making his mouth smeared with it, as if he had just completed a sort of connection with someone who had diarrhea.

"Yes, why aren't you eating? This is Holy Communion, which is only served at important banquets. It's a rare opportunity."

Seeing everyone enjoying their meal, Jiang Shu wanted to appear more sociable.

He comforted himself, thinking that maybe this thing looked disgusting but tasted delicious. Otherwise, how could everyone eat it so happily? It couldn't be that the taste buds of the Kingdom of Zhu had collectively mutated, could it?

But no matter what, he couldn't accept grabbing it with his hands.

One reason is that our genes contain an underlying code that prevents us from eating without chopsticks.

Another point is that, unlike other people from India, he doesn't have a clear plan about which hand to use to wipe his bottom and which hand to use to eat; he would never mix them up.

He had actually forgotten which hand he used to wipe his bottom that morning.

"I'd better go find a spoon or something."

With that, Jiang Shu got up and left his seat.

Watching Jiang Shu's retreating figure, Nehru scoffed, "So particular? To show such disdain for our generations-old traditions, really..."

Gandhi smiled and said, "After all, he spent his entire childhood in the Empire and only recently returned. It's normal that he can't change some of his habits right away. Don't take it too seriously."

“Speaking of which…” Nehru said casually as he chewed, “Can someone with such a background really be trusted?”

“At least I trust him,” Gandhi replied calmly. “In fact, I am more worried about certain seemingly harmless people than he is.”

"Oh?" Nehru asked curiously, "You mean...?"

"Haha, I think it's just needless worry, nothing serious." Gandhi laughed it off.

"Is that so..."

While the two were talking, Jiang Shu had already left the noisy auditorium.

Instead of immediately looking for utensils, he went to the toilet first, intending to clear his head and prepare himself mentally.

But when he got to the restroom, he became even more vulnerable.

"It really does look more like an outhouse..."

He sighed and decided to get some water from the bucket next to him to wash his face.

But when he saw the sediment in the bucket, he gave up.

He then remembered that in the Kingdom of Zhu, everyone shared a single bucket and ladle of water. With just this little bit of water, they bore the heavy responsibility of cleaning up after everyone who came to use the toilet.

If you look closely, you'll see that the ladle has all sorts of colorful patterns on it.

"Invincible."

While Jiang Shu was speechless.

suddenly.

A deep voice, speaking in pure Imperial language, came from behind.

"I've finally found you. It wasn't for nothing that I waited so long."

Jiang Shu was taken aback for a moment, then his face lit up with joy.

Contact person?

But the cautious Jiang Shu immediately became wary again.

After all, without a code, the other party's identity cannot be confirmed. What if it is Nehru testing them?

So Jiang Shu didn't turn around immediately, but asked calmly, "Who are you, and what do you want with me?"

No one answered, only a strange pattering sound.

Just as Jiang Shu was wondering, the voice continued to speak and then accurately recited Jiang Shu's resume.

It wasn't a fabricated resume by the Empire, but his real experiences living in the Empire from childhood to adulthood, even including his disciplinary records from his secondary school years.

What puzzled Jiang Shu was that the sound was intermittent, with the pattering sound appearing from time to time.

Finally, the voice revealed its identity: "I am sent by the governor to meet you here. You can trust me."

Finally, Jiang Shu turned her head and showed a smile as kind as she could possibly be.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time too..."

He paused halfway through his sentence.

It wasn't because the person behind him had a resolute look and an upright demeanor, but rather because he looked like a person from India, which made him seem unlike an imperial spy.

It was simply because, like Nehru who had just been eating, his mouth was covered in strange stuff.

The difference is that Nehru's food looks like vomit, while the person in front of you has real vomit on their mouth.

Jiang Shu remained silent for a moment.

"So you were talking to me while you were vomiting, right?"

"I'm sorry... I... I really can't hold it in..." The other person waved their hand, then leaned against the wall and started vomiting again, explaining intermittently as they vomited, "I could still hold it in at the restaurant, but now I really... really can't take it anymore."

Jiang Shu glanced at the squat toilet, which resembled the uneven inner wall of an ancient god's esophagus, and the bucket and ladle placed to the side, and gave him an understanding look.

However, what Jiang Shu didn't quite understand was...

"You're more like a native of India than I am, yet you're less adaptable?"

“I look more like a native just because my ancestors were Vaishyas, but actually I am just like you, I grew up in the Empire. It’s just that you are a nobleman, but I was sold to the Empire as a servant because of my father. Of course, there is no distinction of bloodline in the Empire, I think we are equal,” the other person explained.

“I agree.” Jiang Shu nodded.

"Therefore, because of my outstanding abilities, I received treatment that I could never have obtained in India, and was able to serve the Imperial Intelligence Bureau."

The other party continued to explain:

“Normally I work as a senior agent, carrying out missions in France or Germany, so to be honest, I’m finding it hard to even eat food from the Empire’s own territory. I’ve been waiting for you here these past few days, and I’ve been relying entirely on willpower to get through it.”

This made Jiang Shu feel a pang of sympathy.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"This is nothing," the other person said through gritted teeth, then couldn't help but lean against the wall and vomit again.

"How about we find somewhere else to talk?" Jiang Shu said helplessly.

"No, no need." The other person waved his hand: "It's very safe here. Even people from India wouldn't come unless they really couldn't stand it anymore. No one will bother us."

Jiang Shu was starting to admire him.

This guy is a bit too dedicated.

“To be honest, I was a little worried about how to contact the governor.” Jiang Shu asked curiously, “I myself don’t know where I will go, nor do I know how to find my companions, so how did you find me so accurately? I think I should not have left any clues, nor any portrait or image.”

“It’s very simple. Once you’ve made contact with Gandhi, he will definitely bring you to Ahmedabad,” the other person replied. “As for finding you precisely, that’s even simpler. As long as you’re near Gandhi and you show a pained expression while eating, then you’re definitely him.”

"That's true."

It must be said that this spy is very intelligent; he is indeed a high-ranking spy who can be sent overseas to carry out missions.

"Time is of the essence. We can talk about other things later. Let's get straight to the point now."

The other person had finally finished vomiting and began to convey the organization's mission to Jiang Shu: