Chapter 189 188. Capet Holiday·Humanity and Sophistication

Major Fraser completed the work handover at the Pioneer Fortress with another intelligence officer who came to take over, and then left his barracks with a relaxed look on his face, carrying the luggage he had packed more than ten days ago.

Starting today, he will enjoy his first vacation after the war.

Although the originally promised three-month vacation turned into two months, the major had no complaints about it. It was an honor to perform his duties in the context of the impending black disaster, not to mention that as his majesty's eyes and ears and the Capet family,

As the successor, he has to do something to prove that his success does not depend on his noble birth.

But even Major Fraser, who has such a positive outlook, has to admit that a large part of the reason why his military career has been so smooth comes from his surname.

The Capet family was a famous family in Anjou during the Kingdom of Zealand!

Relying on the accurate bet made by Fraser's grandfather in middle age, he became a pivotal force in the royal party. When the reform of the Kingdom of Zealand began, they built factories in the country, and his father got on the carriage of King Louis.

, monopolized the supply of logistical supplies to the Guards for a certain period of time.

After the establishment of the Plantagenet Kingdom, King Louis' generous rewards made the already powerful Capet family become the "pillar of the country".

With ancient inheritance, enlightened education methods and a steady inflow of money, Major Fraser was born into such a family background.

The joke between fate and the Capet family is that he is the only boy among the children of his generation, whether it is the main line or an important branch. Such a "lone child" made him undoubtedly a child since he was a baby.

Considered the heir to the family.

The wealthy and noble life once overwhelmed Fraser.

This is not Versailles.

If you knew anything about Major's schedule when he was eight years old, you'd know that the pressure was literal.

There is no free choice for him from a family like his. No one in the Cape family will allow a weak waste to take over the family. What they want most at this time is to make further progress, so even if

Even the most accomplished people cannot satisfy them.

From the moment of his birth, Major Frazier had to be a man far above his peers.

excellent?

That is just the obligation he should fulfill as the heir of the Capet family, and does not deserve any praise.

Under such circumstances, the major has only felt free during two periods in his thirty-year-old life. The first was the two years when he was admitted to the Université Chardeau Craftsman at the age of 17.

The second is his military experience that follows his student career.

While everyone else was complaining about General Loren's strict military discipline, only Major Fraser was enjoying this "loose and free" good life. However, there were always things he had to face.

The major's return journey was completely different from that of the other officers who were on leave with him. He did not need to take a carriage to the steam railway station that was being built to extend to East Prussia, nor did he need to go back home on horseback with others. He only had to carry

The luggage went from the barracks to the communication station of the pioneer fortress.

Less than 2,500 steps away, three high-level psychic masters in the family who are responsible for pick-up and drop-off matters are already waiting there.

They would use a relatively safe large-scale teleportation technique to send the major directly back to the manor near the family headquarters. The ability to deploy such an array fully demonstrated that his father wanted to see his son urgently.

Perhaps there are still some important matters that need to be entrusted to Fraser.

This once again made the major, who had no expression on his face when facing the vampire, feel the pressure again.

In his opinion, dealing with his father and elders is much more difficult than dealing with Marshal Loren. This is normal. Politicians have always been much more difficult to deal with than soldiers.

"Master, if you are ready, we will start the teleportation immediately. You don't have to worry about the teleportation being out of control. In addition to me, there are three colleagues who are proficient in teleportation in the family manor to maintain the ceremony. Even if something goes wrong, they will

Bring you back from the star realm as soon as possible.

Of course, you still need to wear this evil protection amulet to ensure your absolute safety."

A plump and gracefully dressed female psionicist wearing the ceremonial uniform of the Cape family handed a sparkling, rather impressive-looking amulet to the major and whispered something.

Major Frazier took it and put it on his body, and nodded to the radiant lady with a smile.

He knew that this lady was one of his father's lovers and his most trusted subordinate. She graduated from the Manipulation School of the Ring Tower with extremely high grades when she was young. She had the opportunity to enter the National Psychic Organization, but was rejected.

My father spent a lot of money to recruit.

To put it bluntly, this woman's body and soul belong to her father, and her father bought it with a clear price tag, but for the woman in front of her, this is not a humiliation.

She is really expensive!

She is proud of it.

"I can leave at any time, Lady Lena."

The major replied in a gentle tone.

But just as the three psionic masters were casting spells, the major's psionic orb suddenly vibrated, which made the major lower his head in surprise. After seeing the unique marked psionic symbol, his expression changed slightly.

"Wait a moment, I have an important communication to reply to."

He placed his luggage on the sofa at the communication station, then walked out of the ceremony hall slowly and found a hidden location to connect to the communication. The next moment, the voice of the vampire lord Murphy sounded from it.

"Hello, young master of the Capetian family and brave Major Fraser."

Murphy's voice was somewhat distorted and there was interference noise.

This is a normal situation without a communication enhancement matrix. At such a long distance, even with the blessing of the communication enhancement accessory of the calculation orb, it is a matter of luck to complete the conversation.

"Hello, Lord Murphy."

Major Fraser asked decently:

"What do you want from me? You got this private communication frequency band from Miss Miriam, right? Please tell my junior sister! I am very dissatisfied with her privately leaking my personal contact information.

Happy!

This is so disgraceful."

"Miriam is just loyal to her duties. Don't have any bad opinion of her because of this. After all, this conversation is not a private matter that wastes time, but official business."

Murphy explained casually, and then got down to business:

"I have just completed an unpleasant meeting with Marshal Loren, but it has yielded results, but one of the things is related to you, to be precise, it is related to your family. Do you remember

Was it the Battle of Xiko City that the Pioneer Legion destroyed two years ago?”

"Of course I remember, I personally participated in that battle as a frontline commander."

Major Fraser whispered:

"The shadow left by the brave and fearless Xiko Hussar is still on me in the middle of the night. However, in that battle we successfully captured the Prime Minister of the Confederation of Persia and his entire governing body. After that battle, the Confederation of Persia

It entered a chaotic state of fighting each other.

That battle was a turning point in the second half of the Ten Years' War.

But I guess you're not here to talk history with me, let alone spend your precious time condemning us for using psionic plague weapons in the name of victory.

Please speak up, Lord Murphy.

Tell me what you need."

"The city of Xico is not only the capital of the Confederation of Bosia, but also the industrial center of Transia and the Saxon region. After you defeated that city, you dismantled and moved all the production lines in it.

From a military point of view, I can understand the necessity of this behavior, but now that Transia has reached an agreement with the Plantagenet Kingdom on preparations for the Black Disaster War, then I need you to return those stolen production lines to help Transia.

Lancia will restore its basic weapon manufacturing and repair capabilities as soon as possible."

Murphy said in a deep voice:

"Marshal Loren told me that the production lines in Xiko City have fallen into the hands of the Capet family. The only person I, a borderline vampire, know who has some connection with the Capet family is you, so I want to ask you to help me.

Let's get those production lines back!

The sooner the better.

An outstanding soldier like you who is familiar with history should know the significance of those things in resisting the Black Disaster. If Transia falls, then the Anjou region where your family is located will not be safe.

Helping us means helping you."

"Um?"

Major Frazier raised his eyebrows.

Later, he said:

"I have never been involved in the family's business activities. Maybe I can help, but I want to ask one thing clearly in advance, that is, what is Transia willing to pay to get back the trophies that already have new owners?

Before you answer this question, I ask you to think carefully.

Please.

Please don't use money to humiliate my family."

"Well, this is the key point I want to tell you."

Murphy's tone became a little casual and he said:

"Of course I am not naive enough to think that you will donate it for free. How can the capitalists be so kind? I can allow the Cape family to build factories derived from those production lines in any area of ​​Transia.

You choose the address, and we are responsible for planning the land, manpower, operation and construction. The Cape family can appoint a financial officer to monitor this process.

60% of the profits from these factories in the first three years will belong to you, and after three years they will be taken over by the Viceroyalty of Transia."

"With all due respect, Your Excellency, we cannot accept this condition."

Although the major was not a businessman, he had worked as an intelligence officer for ten years and immediately sensed the harshness of Murphy's conditions. He shook his head and said:

"My father would even think you were making a joke that wasn't funny."

"Don't worry, young man, I haven't finished speaking yet."
To be continued...