"Since we know there are still people alive, why not launch a rescue, or first get the locations of the safe points out of him?"
Benedek said this, and the others had the same question.
"He has demands."
"What demands?"
"He wants us to guarantee his family's safety."
"No problem. Perfectly reasonable."
"He also wants one hundred thousand Florins and a ticket for a ship to the United States. Once he reaches the United States, he'll naturally tell us the safe points."
Fanny Kaus said this somewhat awkwardly.
"Bullshit! Wait until he gets to the United States? Are we still fighting this war or not?"
Gablenz roared, furious beyond restraint, and the other generals could no longer sit still either.
"What if that kind of fellow gets to the United States and goes back on his word again?"
"Exactly! How could the Intelligence Department entrust something so important to someone so unworthy of trust?"
"What a pack of wine sacks and rice bags!"
Having grown used to perfect spies who were heroic and fearless, selfless as an Archduke, unafraid of sacrifice, loyal and upright, and versatile in every talent, the truth was that spies in the nineteenth century normally swayed left and right and raised their price on the spot.
"Then what do we do now? We can't pin all our hopes on this sort of person."
"There is one more way: migrate south."
"Migrate south? Don't joke!"
The generals in the room let out a burst of cries. Although they did not belong to the administrative sequence, moving a population had never been an easy matter, and it was extremely easy for the backlash to bite them.
"Right now, only this method can solve the food problem. The Spanish Republic is continuously transporting grain from the Madrid region northward.