To be a good prime minister, I first became the leader of a secret religion.

Chapter 15 The Real Investigator Appears

Eileen is a professional maid; no matter how strange the employer's request is, she will not easily question it.

After Winston finished speaking, she nodded quickly, placed the small leather suitcase she was carrying in the corner of the porch, and asked, "What are your preferences for tomorrow's breakfast?"

After eating 19th-century British coal food all day at the restaurant, Winston thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter. I don't care much about the quality of food, as long as it's edible."

Eileen seemed a little surprised, but still didn't say anything. She simply picked up the feather duster and started working.

After assigning the maid's tasks, Winston went back to continue reading official documents. This afternoon, his management ability increased by 0.3, and at this rate, he would increase by a whole point every three days!

How should I put it? It has a bit of the feel of other people's proficiency systems.

"...So boring."

v1888 lay sprawled on Winston's desk, its hairy belly exposed, its beady red eyes staring at the ceiling. [I never imagined the Prime Minister's days could be so boring.]

Winston, however, didn't think so. He treated the documents from the parallel universe like a novel, reading them with great interest, and without looking up, said, "Is it possible that this is the kind of life the prime minister should lead, and that our previous thrilling and exciting lives were the abnormal ones?"

v1888 tumbled like a dragon, leaped like a carp, roared like a tiger, and then, standing on the corner of the table, let out a "quack":

[Impossible, absolutely impossible! I think it's because the esoteric sect is currently too small-scale; many of the system's functions haven't been developed yet... Hey, I have an idea.]

Upon hearing the familiar phrase, Winston's eyelids twitched, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at it.

The black guinea pig said enthusiastically, "Let's randomly pick a cabinet minister and beat him up!"

Winston: "What did they do to you?"

[Here's the thing, if you beat them up and send them to the hospital, wouldn't it be a legitimate way to brainwash them in a brainwashing room?]

Winston was deeply shocked after hearing this: "Isn't there a more respectable way to win over subordinates?"

You can wear a suit.

Why didn't you say so sooner! That makes perfect sense.

Winston sighed deeply, covered his forehead, and didn't want to say anything.

He didn't say what v1888 said: "The main problem is that the only ways to increase loyalty right now are through sacrifice and brainwashing. You definitely wouldn't want to do sacrifice, and for brainwashing, you can only go to the hospital..."

While there are some conventional methods, such as giving money, delegating power, and making empty promises, your peripheral followers don't lack these. On the other hand, the scattered genuine esoteric practitioners outside are probably all poor bastards. You only need to take some money from the national treasury to bewitch them, which can be considered taking from the people and using it for the people.

Is this how it's meant to be taken from the people and used for the people?

Winston was completely bewildered. What was most terrifying was that what V1888 said actually made some sense. Just thinking about the ugly faces of the cabinet ministers during the day gave Winston an urge to sneak up on them and put sacks on them at night.

Hold back, wait until you've built up enough enthusiasm before you do it.

Then his head started to hurt even more. Winston thought it was retribution for his evil intentions, but when he checked the system, oh, it was just time.

He is watching you!

"I don't know what's so interesting about watching people all day!" Winston hurriedly threw down his pen, stood up, and staggered out of the study, leaning against the wall. He stumbled towards his bedroom on the second floor. Eileen, who was mopping the floor in another room, was startled when she saw him, dropped her rag, and ran over, saying:

"Let me help you... Do you need a doctor?"

"No need, it's an old problem." Humans' adaptability is truly terrifying; I got used to it in just two days. Winston waved his hand, as usual sweating profusely from the pain, but his tone was very steady. "I was so busy with work today that I forgot. It'll be fine in a bit."

He spoke lightly, but Eileen dared not be negligent. Her hand supporting him trembled as she escorted Winston to his bedroom bed before she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Please get some rest. If you feel seriously unwell, please let me know so I can contact Mr. Grayling and the doctor."

After receiving Winston's affirmative reply, she carefully closed the bedroom door and went down the stairs.

Halfway down, I heard a creaking sound coming from downstairs, as if someone was vigorously rubbing the floor with a wet rubber mat.

Is there someone else in the Prime Minister's residence? Or perhaps a rat?

Eileen frowned, quickened her pace, and strode down to the first floor, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.

The sound was coming from the Prime Minister's study.

Eileen went over immediately, her fingertips already on the doorknob, but then she suddenly remembered Winston's words:

"No need to tidy up the study."

This is normal. Many employers dislike it when others, even maids, mess up their daily belongings, or they don't trust them enough, worrying that they might gossip about current events on their desks during their leisure time.

Eileen could understand.

But Winston said "Don't tidy up the study," not "Don't enter the study."

There is no benefit in being ambiguous on key issues. Eileen and Winston had only known each other for one night, but based on their brief encounter, she believed that the current prime minister was not someone who liked to play mind games or deliberately make people guess his intentions.

So you can go into the study...

Eileen held the mop in one hand and slowly turned the doorknob with the other, her face serious and her eyes fixed on the crack in the door.

The door opened.

There was nothing inside.

Eileen walked around the desk but didn't see anything noteworthy, except for an inconspicuous circular water stain on the side of the chair leg.

Did the Prime Minister spill his tea? Eileen picked up the teacup on the table, sniffed it, and then gave a look of disgust.

The tea at the Prime Minister's residence should be changed... The current Prime Minister is far too honest, incorruptible, and hardworking. I heard from the Prime Minister's private secretary that this gentleman has been busy all day long, and what kind of rubbish is he drinking?

They all have a strange smell.

Eileen shook her head at the teacup.

The teacup also shook its head at her.

Eileen put down the teacup, grabbed its tentacle, went back to her bedroom, closed the door, stretched, untied the hair tie from the back of her head, and took out paper and pen from her small leather suitcase, preparing to write a letter.

"Dear Mr. Jin,"

She wrote,

"May the eleventh-century moon bless you. I have good news for you: I have successfully entered 10 Downing Street and become a maid here. I am currently on probation, but don't worry, I am confident that I will become a full-time employee in the next few days... The new Prime Minister is young and handsome (this word is crossed out), easy to talk to, and has few demands, but his health is a concern. No wonder he fainted at the inauguration ceremony..."

"Everything is normal inside the Prime Minister's residence, with no signs of contamination. It seems that His Excellency the 'Prophet' was right. His influence on Downing Street will be cleared away with the Prime Minister's departure and will be re-accumulated after the next Prime Minister takes office..."

"I will do my utmost to gain the Prime Minister's trust, persuade him to cooperate with us, share information about the anomalies during my term, and step down voluntarily at the appropriate time to prevent the contamination of Downing Street from spreading to an unmanageable level..."

"However, completing this task will likely take a long time. After all, He will not immediately pay attention to newly appointed humans. Rushing to Winston Wheeler that he is in great danger would only have the opposite effect."

"Therefore, unless something unexpected happens, I will not contact you again in the next six months. Please be patient."

With best regards

"Eileen A"