There is a lord who just wants to draw cards, what's wrong with that?

“Everyone would think so, but they are totally wrong.”

"?"

This turn of events caught Simon off guard: "What do you mean?"

"Everyone can guess, can it still be called a 'death battle'?

If you want to launch a surprise attack, you must find a place with relatively weak defenses and where the enemy is not expecting you to attack, and where they have no time to defend. Don't you think the North is an excellent choice?"

Without waiting for Simon to reply, Domi directly circled out the area bordering the northern border and the northern part of the XJ region, including more land in the northern border, and without as many mountains and bad weather as in the south, with snowy terrain occupying most of the area.

"Here! We are here, and we will make the most of our limited manpower!"

"Go for broke? What about other places?"

"The raiding troops are approaching, what are the border defense teams in other places going to do to defend? We're all going to die anyway, so why not have a bloodless bet?

If we make a wrong bet, the worst that can happen is that we lose some property and supplies. Our manpower has been assembled and we know the opponent's movements.

If the bet is won, the enemy's last hope will be crushed in one fell swoop, the morale on the front line will plummet, and the imperial army will be able to advance straight in and capture the capital in a shorter time.

"Master Prime Minister, this is a win-win situation no matter how you look at it. Compared to the original defense plan, what do you think?"

To be honest, Simon was indeed moved by the boy's plan. Even if it was just a general direction, the pros and cons were clear, and this was the most important thing. Sometimes making a decision is not difficult, just always go towards the side that brings the most benefits.

"I need to discuss this with my staff. If possible, the plan will be delivered to you soon."

"That's great~" Domi nodded with satisfaction.

Helping Simon did not substantially advance his goal, but he was the Prime Minister. If he could gain his favor and recognition, then whatever he did in the future would be like having another layer of background, which would make his lobbying much easier.

"Before I go, I have to add one more thing. I hope to set up an additional department to be responsible for releasing real false information to the enemy, so that the enemy will misjudge our deployment and strength."

Simon pinched his chin, changed his attitude, and began to seriously consider its feasibility:

"With its existence, the plan just now can be implemented smoothly."

"Yes."

"Great! I will start drafting the documents and submit the application to His Majesty right away. Minister Dominic, what do you think this new department should be called?"

Domi couldn't help but think of the records of various countries about this department during World War II in his previous life, and then a name subconsciously emerged in his mind:

"Why not just call it the 'Strategic Propaganda Bureau'?"

The Strategic Deception Bureau, full name: Strategic Deception Bureau.

Chapter 189: Pressure on me, respect for the future

Chapter 189-188- Pressure on me, respect for the future

The next day, the Strategic Research Institute officially took root next to the intelligence department. Domi spent the whole night in the casinos, slums, brothels, post offices, and underground exchanges in the royal city, and finally found a group of howlers.

There are people who make counterfeit money, people who sell fake goods, people who are good at camouflaging themselves in garbage dumps, people who forge stamps and letters for information, people who talk nonsense without blushing, and prostitutes who can trick people into bed with just a few words.

In the eyes of others, these people are the garbage of society, the dead rats in the sewer of the empire's porridge, but in the eyes of Domi, the first director of the Strategic Research Institute, they are all rare talents!

These are the people the Strategic Research Institute wants!

He stood on the table and looked down at his various direct subordinates, and announced in a mature leadership tone:

"From today on, the Lionheart Empire Strategic Research Bureau is officially established here!"

Although everyone didn't know what was going on or what they should do, they just applauded and the job was done. After all, it was a stable job within the system.

There was thunderous applause from the audience, which could even be heard by the Intelligence Department next door. It could be said that this gave Domi enough face and he was very satisfied.

"You may not know what the Strategic Research Institute does yet, so I will give you a unified explanation here."

"The so-called war trickery is mainly to deceive the enemy by making them act according to their own wishes, rather than thinking about it.

Common measures include fabricating false impressions and signs to cause the enemy to overestimate or underestimate, to make meaningless moves, or to provide intelligence advantages to lure the enemy deeper into the country.

"Let me give you an example. If the Empire's army wants to launch a surprise attack on an enemy city, how can they mistakenly believe that the Empire wants to attack the capital instead of the enemy city? The first person to answer will receive a month's salary in advance!"

The second after the words fell, countless hands were raised.

Anyway, just be the first to answer, and you don’t have to answer correctly. Who doesn’t want free money?

They also learned a fact, that is, their department did not seem to be short of funds.

Domi never favors anyone. With his super sharp reaction, he immediately locked onto the first person who raised his hand, a middle-aged man who was handsome among this group of ugly people.

I remember that he found this guy in a brothel. He was just about to start when Domi broke in through the window. After he promoted the ideas of the Strategic Research Institute and the basic salary, the prostitute and this guy joined together. This was a kind of "nepotism" in an alternative sense.

Domi still doesn't know what this guy does.

He pointed at the man: "Come on, tell me."

The man walked out from the crowded crowd, came to Domi, coughed twice and said seriously:

"If the Empire wants the frontline legions to attack any target, the message must be passed on from the country, and there must be spies from the enemy country in the country. We might as well assume that this message will definitely be intercepted by the spies..."

"In this way, I will transmit the feint message along the most obvious avenue, and then have someone deliver the real message covertly. I believe there must be someone here who knows how to disguise himself."

Domi listened with interest.

"Having the spies obtain intelligence about the feint attack is only the first step. In order to convince the enemy that the Empire will attack the Royal City, other auxiliary work is needed."

"The second step is to distribute a large number of enemy king city maps to the frontline legions."

"The third step is to forge a large number of false soldier files from the Empire and send them to the front line, so that the enemy will mistakenly believe that we are assembling a large number of troops."

"The fourth step is to develop an attack plan that is as detailed and as realistic as possible."

"The fifth step is to have the frontline troops send scouts to frequently visit the area around the royal city in batches."

"In this way, they will most likely believe this 'fact'. If they don't believe it, it doesn't matter, because they can't afford to gamble. Even if they don't believe it, they will definitely disperse their forces. No matter what the situation is, it will be beneficial to us. My Lord, I think this is probably the meaning of the existence of the Strategic Propaganda Bureau."

The man seemed so confident throughout the whole process when he was describing his plan, as if the entire plan already existed in his mind. Apart from genius, Domi could not think of a better word to describe this extraordinary man who was born to work for the Strategic Propaganda Bureau.

It was a good thing that we decided to go to the brothel that day…

Domi took the lead in applauding, and the others followed suit, applauding in admiration for the man's plan.

The applause died down, and Duomi jumped off the table and patted the man on the shoulder. "Very good, this is what I imagined the Strategic Research Institute should do! What's your name?"

The man bowed 90 degrees and said, "My Lord, my name is Clark, you can just call me Little Clark."

"Well, everyone should learn more from Mr. Clark." He added, "Xiao Ke, come with me."

A smug expression appeared on Clark's face. It turned out that being the first to take action did have its benefits. Look, the opportunity to get promoted and make money was about to come to him!

Domi called Clark to his office alone and showed him the large map of the same size as the one in Simon's room:

"I have a mission for you. Do you see this border line that borders the north? I guess the enemy's hidden forces will invade the empire from here. I have persuaded Lord Simon Bolivar to start making arrangements, and your mission is to create the illusion that our border guards are dispersed along the entire border line."

"This will be your first mission. I know it is difficult to assign such a task to a newly started department, but the matter is urgent. The fate of the entire empire is entrusted to you. Xiao Ke, can you do it?"

Clark couldn't help swallowing after hearing this, and his pupils were trembling.

He thought it was an easy job, but he didn't expect the bureau chief to push him to the maximum intensity from the start. It was even escalated to the national level. How could a small guy like him, who was visiting a low-end brothel last night, get involved in this?

"The timid will die of starvation, the brave will die of gluttony. I have only one worthless life, so I'll do it!"

After some psychological struggle, Clark resolutely took on this important task.

"Leave it to me, Mr. Director! I will do my best to complete the task!"

"Very good, that's the momentum! From today on, the entire department will be under your command. You will give me a report after each stage, and I will also help you. Just tell me if you have any needs, and you can come to me if you have any difficulties."

After that, Domi extended his hand and patted Clark on the back, saying meaningfully: "As long as this is accomplished, you and I will be heroes of the empire, and we will rise to prominence one day, with a bright future, endless money, and endless women. Everything is not far away."

This big pie really touched Clark's heart. At this moment, he couldn't help but get excited. He was determined to make a name for himself in this strategic research institute!

The matter of the Strategic Research Institute has come to a temporary end with Clark acting as the agent.

Domi went out and turned left and returned to the Intelligence Department, where he began to review the documents sorted out today. He put the useful ones on one side and the useless ones on the other. Anyway, no matter whether they were useful or not, his horizons were slowly improving as he constantly came into contact with new intelligence.

Real data is the least deceptive and you can tell a lot from them.

"The treasury revenue and expenditure are beginning to become a little unbalanced... But fortunately, this war will end soon."

As long as we defeat that surprise force, he added in his mind.

As it was getting close to the end of work, the light was stained by the last blood-red afterglow, and layers of fiery clouds covered the sky. The sky gradually darkened, and everyone finished their work and packed up their bags to leave early. Duomi cleaned up the desk and prepared to leave.

At this moment, the tightly closed door was pushed open again. Domi thought that some careless guy had forgotten to bring something. When he looked up, he found that it was Xia.

The little princess gets a new dress almost every day and she looks very beautiful today, which makes Domi very happy.

Xia walked straight towards him as if she was returning home, and then sat down on his desk without caring about her image. Wait, it seemed as if this was really her home...

Only when they were alone would she show her true self. It was the same at other times. For example, when they were in the dormitory at the academy, she would often put her feet on Domi's belly as a cushion, being so arrogant.

"I heard that you kicked out the former intelligence minister and became the minister yourself?"

Domi raised his head proudly: "That's right!", with an expression that said 'Praise me, praise me'.

After getting a positive answer, Xia gave Domi a painless slap on the head:

"Fool, why are you so reckless? What if he goes to complain to the Queen Mother or the King?"

"Don't worry. I put enough pressure on him before forcing him to leave. Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to go to them. Now he is probably waiting impatiently for the new transfer order at home."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Since I have chosen to do it, I am sure it will be successful. Everything is as expected and the situation is very good."

Seeing that Duomi was so confident, Xia could only sigh: "Okay, since you said so...but you should keep a low profile if possible..."

"Thank you for your concern~"

"Who cares about you?" Xia turned her head away proudly, but soon looked back: "By the way, I remember that the document my mother gave you didn't seem to mention that you were the Minister of Intelligence, right? Tell me the truth, what did you do?"

Duomi deliberately kept it a secret and said, "Xia, you have to know that when you go out, your identity is given by yourself~"

Well, even if Domi didn't say it, she almost knew it. It turned out to be a crooked way.

"As I said before, if you come from an unjust background, then keep a low profile. Here, this is for you. Eat some when you feel tired. Don't tire yourself out. You still have to play in the ranking competition when you return."

Xia pulled out a glass jar with small black pills from her bag and threw it to him.

Duomi took it and looked at it curiously: "What is this? A mud ball with legs stretched out and eyes wide open?"

The little princess rolled her eyes and said, "Well, my good intentions were wasted. This is a health pill made from concentrated medicinal herbs, specially used to replenish energy. I brought it specially because I was afraid that you would work too hard. If you don't want to eat it, just throw it away."

After saying that, she jumped off the table, stepped steadily on the ground, and walked towards the door without looking back.

Duomi had some food left to eat, so he could only shout, "Thank you! I will definitely finish it!"

"Work hard, Queen. We are waiting for your results."

Crunch—bang.

When the door closed again, Domi turned back into a human being, and suddenly he felt a feeling similar to that of an elderly person left behind, but his heart was still warm.

Looking at the small glass can lying quietly in the palm of his hand, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It seems that I have to work harder."

After packing up his things, he returned to the building where he lived. It was already around six o'clock in the evening. The chef was preparing a sumptuous dinner for him alone, and he planned to take a shower, have a good meal, and go straight to bed after a while.

The body is not tired, but the brain is tired and it needs a rest.

I inserted the key to open my room, but found that there was already someone sitting on the sofa in the living room. When I got closer, it was Carlos!

As a top wizard and a half-step forbidden magic wizard, Domi was not surprised that he could sneak in. He even politely poured a cup of cappuccino for his old father... No way, it was just ordinary black tea.

Carlos crossed his legs, took a sip gracefully, and then frowned at Domi's poor tea-making skills.

But Domi didn't care, and took this opportunity to ask, "Father, when will your meeting be completely over?"

This meeting was not a regular meeting, like the ones to discuss national affairs. It usually took several days, and sometimes even half a month.

"I conservatively estimate that there is still a week left. I remember that you still have to go back to the academy to play in the competition. How about being the Minister of Intelligence and the Director of the Strategic Research Bureau at the same time? Is this enough time for you to operate? If not, I will talk to the academy and ask them to postpone the competition for a few days."

Domi almost dropped his jaw in shock. It turned out that his cheap dad had such magical powers?

"That's not necessary. I will arrange everything before leaving the royal city... By the way, what was discussed at the meeting? I really want to know."

"It's not important. The relevant records will be sent to the Intelligence Department every other day. You can just take a look at it yourself." At this point Carlos changed the subject: "Now it seems that the question Queen Natiyavida gave you is more important."

"Why do you say that? Does this mean that I can't get married if I don't pass the Queen's test?"

"Really," Carlos said shockingly, "Nadia Vida is different from the emperor. Her prestige among the people is not comparable to that of the warlike emperor. If she publicly stated that she would not marry Xia to you, then your marriage would be condemned by thousands of people, and your reputation would be extremely bad from the beginning."

"Our family certainly wouldn't mind, but the royal family, who value reputation very much, might not be happy about it. Besides, is this the kind of situation you want to see? A wedding that is not blessed by the whole world."