British Civil Servant

Considering that the counter-offensive against Myanmar is currently underway, Alan Wilson felt that it would not be too difficult to send a document.

After he came to the headquarters, he realized how wrong he was, that Mountbatten was not there. Alan Wilson didn't know what was in the file bag, so out of caution, he drove directly to Mountbatten's residence in New Delhi.

A Southeast Asian theater commander is not in the headquarters. If it is someone else, Alan Wilson may feel remiss, but this person is Mountbatten, but he has a feeling that he should have such a feeling, who really has a deep background and is not doing a proper job.

Whether the victory of the Imphal campaign has anything to do with the commander of the Southeast Asian theater is a well-known fact in British India, and Alan Wilson is not surprised.

When he went to Mountbatten's house, he also went through strict interrogation by the guards. After all, Mountbatten's identity deserved this kind of protection. During the guard's cross-examination, Alan Wilson suddenly remembered that Mountbatten was assassinated in the end.

Thinking of Mountbatten's advantages, he couldn't remember it for a while. If he had to be more serious, he might be counted against Japan for the rest of his life.

From a distance, Mountbatten's villa first greets the eye with its grand gate, white wooden fence, spiky reddish-brown roof, and a freshly trimmed lawn below. It is hard to imagine such a mansion in New Delhi.

Even in this future capital of India, the old city of Delhi is full of beggars, and the air is filled with a smell of Indian characteristics, which is different from the British settlements of New Delhi.

Alan Wilson stood in front of the villa door, coughed softly, and knocked on the door with concentration. After a while, just when he thought that there was no one there, he could go home. When he returned to Hyderabad, the door opened. opened.

A girl opened the door, looked at the uninvited guest in front of her, and said with vigilance in her eyes, "Who are you, what are you doing here, do you know what this place is?"

"Ah?" Alan Wilson was fooled by the three-barreled question. His left hand holding the file bag did not move, and his right hand kept knocking on the door. Considering that such a large villa must have servants and other configurations , Alan Wilson narrowed his eyes and threatened, "Isn't a girl taught you to be polite? I'm here to give the confidential documents to Commander Mountbatten, and I have to hand them over to him. You go and play."

Violently shook the majesty of the Hyderabad Commissioner, which greatly surprised the little girl in front of her, and asked in disbelief, "Do you know who I am?"

"You obviously underage girl, don't disturb my work. I don't have time to play with you!" Alan Wilson reluctantly responded, stretched out his hand to play with the little girl aside, and looked at the furnishings of the villa, as if remembering something Generally, he turned his head and said, "Which room is Commander Mountbatten?"

"My father isn't here, and I don't know where he is?" Pamela Mountbatten said with a bulging cheek, "I'm not a servant, my name is Pamela Mountbatten, and the person you're looking for is my father."

Just before taking the position of the hot commissioner, Alan Wilson didn't even have time to consider Pamela Mountbatten's identity, and said to himself, "It's a pity, it was the Governor's House that let me The one who brought the documents, is your mother there?"

After an interruption, Pamela Mountbatten shook her head embarrassedly and said, "My mother isn't here either, and now I'm the only one in this villa."

"Although New Delhi is safe enough, it's not too much to be careful." Suppressing his beating heart, it wasn't that Alan Wilson felt the arrival of love, but that he realized who this little girl was with a straight face and pretended to be relaxed. "You have to know that this is a time of war. You, a girl, should ensure your own safety at home. Don't think that the war is very far from New Delhi. Even within British India, supporters of the Congress Party and the Muslim League often break out. Vendetta, the severity is beyond your imagination."

Ellen Wilson was frightening Mountbatten's daughter. Naturally, what she said was half-truth, mainly through deliberate care, so that the other party would not talk nonsense after her father came back. This is no fuss. Although the United Kingdom has already entered the stage of a constitutional monarchy, members of the royal family should not point fingers at civil servants, but it also depends on who is divided.

Mountbatten is now a business card of the royal family of the British Empire, and Alan Wilson cannot afford to attract the attention of the other party.

A few words successfully diverted Pamela Mountbatten's attention, Alan Wilson's sophistication told the other party to be alert to danger, but it attracted Pamela Mountbatten's suspicious eyes, "Your age does not seem to be a senior civil servants."

"Well, I'm just young, and I went to college six years ago." Alan Wilson recalled the time, yes, he completed his pre-university course in 1939. Then there was a series of things that blitzed Poland and came to the East.

"Then you're too young. I think you're not even twenty years old." Pamela Mountbatten couldn't believe it, and was successfully led astray by Alan Wilson's words. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Allen only revealed the years before going to college, but did not say her age. As for Pamela Mountbatten's guessed age, it can be said that she made up her own brain.

Alan Wilson stayed, not because he had any intentions against Mountbatten's daughter, but because of the risk, the whereabouts of the documents could not be left unaccounted for, and relying on a deceptively honest and honest appearance, Pamela Mountbatten agreed.

It seems that she is not much older than herself, but she has become a civil servant with a high status. Pamela Mountbatten is also quite curious. Father and mother can't be with her every day, it's a good thing to have someone to talk to her.

"My mother is surrounded by a group of noble ladies from India, and my father is busy and doesn't necessarily come back." Pamela Mountbatten said arrogantly, "But if they are really busy with business, it's fine, but it doesn't seem to be the case. Son. Come on, give me the file, and I'll pass it on to my father when he comes back."

Reaching out his hand and raising his wrist, Alan Wilson looked at the time, obviously not interested in Pamela Mountbatten, the second-generation noble, what he is most interested in now is promotion, and everything else can be discarded, not Elizabeth Taylor That kind of stunning beauty, but since Pamela Mountbatten took the initiative to speak, he would also respond in a different way.

"It's strange, are you teaching me to do things? All you see at your age are appearances. These Indians are all close to your parents with a purpose, because it represents a road to success." Alan Wilson sorted out He tilted his head peacefully and said, "Once we lose our authority one day, these Indians who breed like cockroaches will turn into a different look. If it's mine, it won't be the same as the Indians of all walks of life. People are friendly, even if the other party may be some kind of Brahmin."