When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 663: Lord Horn's Will Above All

Four days had passed since Fort Fraser was captured, and news of the Secret Party Registration Act and the formation of the Northern County Council had spread to half of the Northern County.

On the rivers and roads, there were messengers everywhere delivering messages in small boats or on horseback.

However, in a small town not far from Fort Fraser, it was unusually deserted, with even fewer merchants and travelers coming and going.

"Another drink." Slamming the cup on the counter, Guzwell's brown face flushed slightly.

The tavern owner did not dare to neglect him and immediately filled his glass with another glass. After all, at the feet of this tall and strong man was a person-high obsidian serrated sword.

This kind of battle mage is not someone to be trifled with. In the secret party-controlled areas where there are no demon hunters, the battle mage also takes on the duties of a demon hunter.

Unlike the wooden houses with gabled roofs in Qianhe Valley, the tavern with sandstone walls in Black Snake Bay is square and painted white, but has a four-ridged pointed roof made of blue glazed tiles.

Sandstone and blue glazed tiles are common building materials in Black Snake Bay. Sandstone absorbs heat and provides coolness, while the pointed glazed tiles are more convenient for drainage.

Warm air blew in from the long and narrow windows, but Goodwill continued to drink one glass of wine after another.

After all, judging from the Secret Party Registration Act, it is definitely good news for large and medium-sized secret parties, but for secret party members like Goodwill, it is a mixed bag.

On the one hand they agreed to unite together, but on the other hand, this union required them to surrender power and become vassals of a large secret party.

In addition, it seems that they will be needed to pay taxes and perform military service in the future.

But how can they collect taxes? They do not have the taxation and administrative capabilities of large and medium-sized secret parties.

Even if a secret party alliance is formed, this will not change.

Guzwell looked at the yellowed wine stains on the table, but the situation in recent months emerged in his mind - the church's crackdown, the roar of Fort Fraser, and the corpses hanging in front of the fortress gate.

It’s not like he didn’t think about running away, but where to?

"Are you Lord Goodwill?"

Turning his head and leaning sideways, Guzweil squinted at the thin young man in front of him: "Who are you?"

"My Flame Rose will be with you, Grizz." Grizz grinned, "Do you mind if I disturb you for a few minutes?"

As the leader of the Black Crows, Guzwell immediately understood that they were here to persuade them to form a secret party alliance.

"Don't waste your energy." Guzwill shook his head. "Our village is close to Fort Fraser. The population and land are all in the hands of the church and wizard families. Even if all the small secret parties are gathered together, there are only 2 people."

But Greiz seemed not to have heard: "We already have eight secret party allies and a household register of 7000 people."

"Even with me, we still don't have 19000 people." Guzweil waved his arms impatiently, "Come back to me when you have people."

"It will be enough to take those autonomous villages around the former Copper Fort and Fraser Fort." Grizz leaned back on the counter, staring at Goodsville with his sharp eyes.

Guzwell was stunned and looked the young man up and down again.

There are a large number of demilitarized zones between the church-controlled areas and the secret party-controlled areas. If the towns and population controlled by the church around Fort Fraser are added, it will not be a problem to gather 20,000 people.

Although he was excited, he still questioned: "These areas are controlled by the Joan Party and the Holy Father Society. It is difficult for you to even enter."

"Tsk." With a slight smile, Grizz rolled up his long sleeves and took off his gloves, revealing five cork-wrapped steel-steel mechanical prosthetic hands. "Based on this, do you think the Holy Father will let me in?"

"Are you a veteran of the Salvation Army?" Guzweil's eyes rolled and he immediately lowered his voice, "Are you from Lord Horn's side?"

"To be precise, I am a retired officer of the Salvation Army. According to the treaty between the Holy Axis and the John Party, I am here to help you train the army." Putting on his gloves again, Grizz smiled calmly and restrainedly, "From this perspective, I am indeed His Majesty the Saint Sun's man."

Greiz was so frank that Guzwill was uncomfortable: "No, you, that's what you said?"

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

Goodsville looked him up and down, then suddenly chuckled, shook his head and went to drink beer.

"what happened?"

"It's definitely not Lord Saint Horn who asked you to do this." Guzwill stood up and walked towards a quiet corner of the tavern. "How can you say such a thing so openly? Aren't you afraid that I will tell on you?"

The two of them sat down in a small corner again. As Gretz sat down, he shook his head and said, "We have examined you. The Holy Father Society is different from the church. Not everyone is willing to cooperate with it."

Pulling out a copy of "The Word of God" and handing it to Guzwill, Greiz said, "We found you because we think you are one of us." In matters such as placing spies and winning over others, Horn set the "three no's" principle for the Cheka commissioners, namely, "no indiscriminate killing, no seduction, and no bribery", and only recruiting like-minded people.

There are two considerations for setting this principle. The first is to prevent the Cheka from developing terrorist tendencies. The second is to prevent corruption within the Cheka, because the abyss is also staring at the Cheka.

After receiving the booklet, Guzweier stuffed it into his arms without even having time to read it: "Stop talking nonsense. Why would you, the Salvation Army, help us, the secret party?"

"You can think of it as a private action by us, the retired officers of the Salvation Army and some of the Saint's grandsons who have joined the secret party as individuals."

"Do you want to be a councillor in Black Snake Bay? Or do you want to control the territory around Fort Fraser?"

"On the contrary, we want to hand over the population and land near Fort Fraser to you for control." Grizz shook his head, "All we want is for you to protect our interests in Black Snake Bay."

Thinking of Qianhe Valley's investment in Black Snake Bay, Guzweier understood instantly. He was silent for a while before continuing, "We have no experience in management and tax collection."

"Don't worry about that. Someone will come to teach you when the time comes." With a mysterious smile, Grizz leaned half of his body over the table. "How about it? What do you think?"

Guzwill did not answer immediately, but tapped the table unconsciously with his fingers. This conversation was not just a way to win over the other party, but a choice that could not be reversed.

Joining this so-called secret party alliance means completely standing in line and bowing to the Joan Party and the Salvation Army.

But if he refuses, what other options does his Black Fang have?
The roar of Fort Fraser seemed to still echo in my ears, and the huge crack was like a ferocious mouth, swallowing everyone who tried to resist.

After hesitating for a long time, Guzweier sighed and said, "I, I'll think about it again."

"It's okay. I'll stay in this hotel for the next three days. You can come anytime." Without forcing him, Grizz shrugged and let Guzwell leave.

As he watched Goodwill's departing back, the smile on his face slowly faded.

Leaning back in his chair, he crossed his legs and pulled out a directory.

After spitting on the quill and ticking the name of Goodwill, Grizzle just put the book down when he found someone sitting in front of him.

"Director Puvelov." Grizz sat up straight.

At present, the Cheka's activities are basically centered around cities and major transportation routes. From top to bottom, there are county-level Cheka supervisors and township-level Cheka commissioners.

Then there are the lowest-level executive personnel such as intelligence monks, armed monks and interrogation monks. After all, the Cheka is still known as the Lubyanka Purge Monastery.

This time, the trip was led by Puvelov, the former head of the Cheka in Langsander County, who dispatched 120 Cheka soldiers and 30 Holy Father monks to Black Snake Bay.

"How many people are on your list?" Puvelov, dressed in a simple black robe, looked more like a kind priest than a terrifying secret policeman, reading a simple poetry booklet.

At present, the Cheka is composed of lower-level monks, migrant serfs and members of the old secret party, among which the lower-level monks are the majority.

So most of the Chekas appear to be gentle and easy-going, and only those who live in the Lubyanka Monastery know how cruel they are.

Grizz lowered his head: "Eight, and one more is under consideration."

"Good, you are making fast progress." Puvelov took out a piece of white paper from his arms and put it on the table and pushed it over. "There is news from the White Mountain Hermitage that these secret parties are suspected. You should investigate."

"Yes." Grizz immediately picked up the white paper, glanced at it, and stuffed it into his arms. "Director Puvelov, how many seats do we have now?"

"If everything goes well, we can probably get six seats. Those Holy Fathers monks and our people have also mixed into those secret parties. What do you think?"

"Is there any vacancy at the Soraburg Intelligence Station? I would like to nominate myself."

Puvelov flipped through the poetry booklet and said calmly, "Think about it carefully. Sola Castle is an important border town in the southern county. The secret parties there are more complicated than here, and the minions of the church have never been eliminated."

“That’s why I want to go.”

"Oh?" Puvelov raised his head, his eyes dark and mysterious, "You don't want to stay in Hongye Township and serve the Holy Sun's central authority?"

"It's not that I don't want to, but I'm not suitable." Grizz said calmly, "I joined the Cheka to kill demons. There are too few demons in Longsand County."

Putting down the booklet, Puvelov's eyes flashed with a meaningful gleam: "Okay, very energetic, I will ask Mr. René for you, if nothing unexpected happens, you will get the position of the chief of the intelligence station.

But I hope you remember that our goal is always to serve the will of the Holy Grandson. Sometimes you have to put your own selfish desires aside, and it is your duty to gather your will to protect the Holy Grandson."

Grizz raised his head and looked at Puvelov for a moment, then whispered, "I know that Lord Horn's will is above all else."

(End of this chapter)