[Comprehensive] Aunt sweeping the floor

On Mycroft's table was a national defense plan.Victoria Nolan is well-known among the proponents of the plan.The report is concise and to the point.Although the standard format is strictly followed, the spirit between the lines reveals a full 'Victorian' style.

On the edge of the non-official document printed on Dowling paper, there are some scrawled figures, which can only be read by Mycroft and certain people - it represents the number of people supporting Victoria, and the interests behind each number group.

Mycroft put down the file.Asked Cynthia, who was standing by the side, waiting for instructions: "Have you compiled all the video recordings with Mrs. Victoria Fu into a text version?"

"It's all ready."

"Then send it to my mailbox."

"Okay." The female secretary walked to the door of the office skillfully, and closed the door silently.

Taking Nolan's death and Victoria's ascension as a sign of the year, the Prime Minister has been changed for three consecutive terms.In the elections held every four years, the approval ratings of the various parties are almost the same, and the rights of the MPs are divided. The daily change of office in London is more unpredictable than the weather here.

The newly appointed prime minister is often too late to fulfill his election promises, and is eager to suppress those greedy faces below.These few glamorous faces in the news reports are cautious and cautious in private, living on thin ice.

But even so, the senior officials under the prime minister, those cabinet members who should be sincere to the prime minister, also have their own ambitions, wishing to make some achievements while in office, to replace the prime minister in the next election, Be the new leader.

Mycroft sat in his parliamentary office in Westminster.In the past few years, he has watched these people, like moths born with phototaxis, swooping down under the fluorescent lamps that are constantly powered on late at night.

The place works at a tight pace, close to the core of management.As for those moths that couldn't restrain their instincts, have they turned into flying black impurities and become garbage standing at the bottom of their feet? —What does this have to do with others?

Having said that, among the three prime ministers, the first and the current one have very radical views on wizards.

The old guys in the House of Lords have reason to believe that if the current 'Red Fox' prime minister is given a chance, he will immediately put the barbed fat of the wizard in his mouth.

Victoria was a die-hard supporter of that president, and there were rumors that this young and charming intelligence chief had an inappropriate relationship with a certain upper-level person back then. After all, Mr. Nolan's illness was really strange.

But it has nothing to do with him, no one has ever dared to verify the accuracy of this secret.How many rumors used to float over the Capitol and Whitehall like the smog of the foggy city, but as long as you don't care about it, these floating dust will eventually fall on the ground, be forgotten by people, and be trampled on underfoot.

The second prime minister in the meantime was a member of the Conservative Party. He reshuffled the cabinet in a small range and fulfilled all the promises he made before he took office.In terms of means, he also tends to be moderate, so that he is ridiculed by newspapers as a "marionette" who does nothing.After four years of being in power without merit, the good old man was kicked out of the stage by the person he single-handedly promoted.

This is also to be expected.But the trouble is... the radical attitude of the current prime minister has brought Victoria back to life after four years of death.

The Prime Minister needs someone to push some radical policies in his place.The red fox needs a sharp knife to tear up those unbearable but delicious pieces of meat.As for Victoria, she wanted to move a position that she hadn't moved for many years. The two hit it off immediately, and now they are as close as siblings.

Victoria, who has been silent for many years, has sharpened her sword.After seven years, Victoria knows more about alienation and psychological hints than before. This method, which is not often used by male politicians, is used in the hands of Victoria. Grind to exit sadly.

Mycroft stood up, went to the shredder, and put the document into the machine himself.He looked at the paper shredder of level six secrecy 1, spitting out granular debris, and the yellow paper scraps filled the shredder like dandruff.Mycroft patiently and patiently threw these documents into the trash can.

— This document should not be published until tomorrow morning when the meeting is held.However, the agents arranged by Mycroft have been lurking beside Victoria for three years. At the critical moment, this very radical document was placed in Mycroft's office before the members of the meeting saw it. on the case.

Mycroft stood in front of the shredder for a while, but didn't immediately return to his seat.

—he was thinking.

Every brick and tile in the memory palace seems to have a real touch.The palace in Mycroft's mind is so luxurious that any master builder would be ashamed to bow his head. His wisdom is the eternal light in the palace, and his message is every brick that forms the palace.

There was no one in the memory palace. Mycroft pushed open the door and walked all the way to his library. The door of the huge library was opened. He quickly pulled out the book he wanted from the shelf——

—and then... Mycroft opened his eyes.He seemed to have grasped the book in his hand - there was the answer he wanted there.

The custom-made laptop on the table rang the designated bell.Cynthia's file had been delivered to Mycroft's mailbox.

The small clerk of the British government walked quickly to the desk, and he didn't even sit down, but stood up and re-read the first conversation between himself and Victoria.

Mycroft smiled in the empty room.He turned the ring on his left ring finger.

Mycroft sat back on his chair, and edited the text with nimble and brisk fingers. He intercepted the paragraphs he needed, edited them into a file, and sent it out.

The extremely efficient female secretary pushed open the door of Mycroft's room again.The time points to two o'clock in the afternoon.Cynthia only leaned halfway in, and stood within a safe distance and said to Mycroft, "Boss, it's time. The dentist is already waiting at the door."

Mycroft's physical fitness value □.This statement is not a joke.

Every prime minister will rush to mark his own mark when he takes office, and eliminate the biggest threat to himself.Mycroft Holmes is that threat every time.His age is not an exaggeration for people in the same industry to say that he is a rising star, let alone his outstanding achievements.

From the House of Commons to the House of Lords, Mycocroft is largely taboo.When you meet Mr. Holmes in the hallway or elsewhere, he always has his trademark smile.He has been in politics for more than ten years, and he has not made any slight mistakes, and his precision is jaw-dropping.

The only downside...weight?

So naive, more tormenting than the weight, is Mycroft's sweet little problem - his cavities.

"Hiss—hiss..." In fact, Catherine didn't need to say it, and Mycroft had already ended his work status.But when Cynthia mentioned the dentist, Mycroft felt a painful throbbing in the corner of his mouth.

Painkillers stopped the toothache and allowed Mycroft to concentrate on government affairs.But the word 'dentist' is definitely a cloud hanging over Mycroft's head all his life.

"I've seen all those dentists know, and fillings are always useless." Mycroft covered his cheeks, and muttered depressingly: "By the way, William's cake shop must be the first one when it opens." Let me know." Without William's chocolate cake as comfort, Mycroft felt that he would not be able to eat the desserts of those high-end restaurants.

Cynthia didn't seem to see the collapsed Mycroft, she calmly closed the door of the office and informed the dentist to come in.

Try a wizard's potion next time.I heard tooth decay medicine is very helpful.Mycroft changed into a casual suit, and after waiting for three minutes, the dentist knocked on the door of the office.

Catherine put on her dress and was ready to go out for a date with McCulloft's high-end restaurant in the evening.This was her first date with a man in any sense, in any sense!

But at one o'clock in the afternoon, Catherine's cell phone was bombarded with text messages.

An unknown person frantically used 79 text messages to compulsively show Catherine a conversation between high-level government officials.

The signatures of these two people are mh and wn respectively.

—Simply the obvious Mycroft Holmes and Victoria Nolan.

Catherine was not at all curious about when Mycroft found out about his background.Catherine has long been prepared for her life experience to be exposed, but Victoria may be the only one who is really unprepared.

'The Prime Minister's approval ratings have been falling.Your order may affect the position of those involved. '

'You have to be sure.Wizards do not belong to the category of human beings.I don't want to say they're heretics, but they're weapons, if used to...'

'We must remain united on fundamental matters, Victoria, although this is our private conversation.But there is a problem with your position! '

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'You have a daughter, Victoria, your little one, I thought you remembered. '

'My little girl is a normal person!Holmes, whatever you find out, I repeat, my daughter, Catherine Nolan, is buried in Brompton Cemetery.If you didn't participate because your position was too low and you didn't know me, then I will tell you now...my daughters...all my daughters are ordinary British ladies! '

'If you randomly find someone with the same name as my long-buried daughter, then maybe I should question you.... '

Catherine let text messages across her phone screen blankly.The battery of the mobile phone is exhausted unconsciously.

Catherine repeated word by word until the phone ran out of battery, and Catherine sat on a park bench in a daze like a dried sculpture.

'You are so beautifully dressed, why are you in a daze here? '

Catherine turned her head and saw Carl from the T family standing behind her, holding a handful of dry corn for the pigeons.

I feel like my head is getting bigger!