Chapter 663: Lord Horn’s will is above all else
Four days have passed since the capture of Fraser's Fort. News of the Secret Party Registration Act and the formation of the Northern County Council spread throughout the small half of the northern county.
The rivers and roads were full of messengers driving boats or riding horses to deliver messages.
But in a small town not far from Fraser Fortress, it was unusually deserted, with even fewer business travelers coming and going.
"One more cup." Smashing the cup on the counter, Guzwill's brown face turned slightly red.
The tavern owner did not dare to neglect and immediately filled him up with another glass. After all, this tall and strong man had an obsidian serrated sword as tall as a person at his feet.
This kind of battle mage is not someone to be trifled with. In areas controlled by the Secret Party where there are no demon hunters, the battle mage also takes on the duties of a demon hunter.
Different from the wooden houses with gabled roofs like those in Qianhe River Valley, the sandstone-walled tavern in Black Snake Bay is square and painted with white gray paint, but with blue glazed tiles piled up to form a four-ridged spire.
Sandstone and blue glazed tiles are common building materials in Black Snake Bay. Sandstone absorbs heat and provides shade, while pointed glazed tiles facilitate drainage.
Warm air blew in from the long and narrow windows, but Guzweil was still drinking glass after glass of wine.
After all, judging from the "Secret Party Registration Act", it is absolutely good news for those large and medium-sized secret parties, but for secret party members like Guzwill, it has mixed feelings.
On the one hand, they agreed to join together, but on the other hand, this union required them to surrender their power and become vassals of a large secret party.
In addition, it seems that they will be needed in the future to pay taxes and to serve in the military.
But where do they have the ability to collect taxes? They do not have the tax collection and administrative capabilities of large and medium-sized secret parties.
Even if the secret party alliance is formed, this will not change.
Guzwill looked at the yellowed wine stains on the table, but the situation in recent months emerged in his mind - the purge of the church, the roar of Fraser Fortress, and the corpses hanging in front of the fortress.
It's not that he didn't think about running away, but where would he run to?
"Are you Lord Guzwill?"
Turning his head and body sideways, Guzwill squinted at the thin young man in front of him: "Who are you?"
"My Fire Rose Club, Gretz." Gretz grinned, "Do you mind if I interrupt you for a few minutes?"
As the leader of the Black Crow Regiment, Guzwill immediately understood that he was here to persuade them to form a secret alliance.
"Don't waste your efforts." Guzweil shook his head: "Our town is close to Fraser Fortress, and the population and land are in the hands of the church and wizard families. All the small secret parties gathered together only have 20,000 people. ”
Gretz seemed not to have heard: "We already have eight secret party alliances and 7,000 people's household registrations."
"It's not enough to bring 20,000 people with me." Guzweil waved his arms impatiently, "Let's find 19,000 people before they come to me."
"It's enough to bring the autonomous villages around the original Red Copper Fortress and Fraser Fortress." Gretz leaned back on the counter and stared at Guzweil with a sideways look.
Guzweil 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 you add in the church-controlled towns and population around Fraser Fortress, it is not a problem to gather 20,000 people.
Although he was excited, he still questioned: "These areas are controlled by the Ruo'an Party and the Holy Father Worshipers Association, and it is difficult for you to even enter."
"Tsk." With a slight smile, Gretz rolled up his long sleeves and took off his gloves, revealing five iron-robed mechanical prosthetic hands wrapped in cork. "Based on this, do you think the Holy Father will let me in?"
"Are you a veteran of the Salvation Army?" Guzwill rolled his eyes and immediately lowered his voice, "A member of Mr. Horne?"
"To be precise, I am a retired officer of the Salvation Army. According to the treaty between the Sacred Axis and the Joan Party, I am here to help you train the army." Putting on his gloves again, Gretz smiled restrainedly and calmly, "From this perspective To put it bluntly, I am indeed a descendant of the Holy Sun.”
Griez was so candid that Guzweil was uncomfortable with it: "No, you, that's what you said?"
"Yeah, what's the problem?"
Guzweil looked him up and down, then suddenly chuckled, shook his head and went to drink beer.
"What's wrong?"
"It's definitely not what Mr. St. Horn told you to do." Guzwill stood up and walked towards a quiet corner of the tavern. "Where can you say such a thing so openly and above board? Aren't you afraid that I will tell you?"
The two of them sat down in a small corner again. Gretz shook his head as he sat down: "We have examined you. The Holy Father Church is different from the church. Not everyone is willing to cooperate."
Pulling out a copy of "Holy Word of Salvation", Gretz handed it to Guzweil: "We found you because we think you are one of our kind." In matters such as planting spies and winning over others, Horn gave the Cheka Commissioner They set the "three no's" principle, that is, "no killing indiscriminately, no seduction, no bribery", and only recruit like-minded people.
There are two considerations in setting up this principle. The first is to prevent the Cheka from developing terrorist tendencies, and the second is to prevent the Cheka from internal corruption, because the abyss is also staring at the Cheka.
Taking the pamphlet, Guzweil stuffed it into his arms before he had time to read it: "Stop talking about the tiger's skin, why does your Salvation Army help us little clandestine gangs?"
"You can think of it as a private action by us retired officers of the Salvation Army and some of the family members of the Saints who have joined the secret party in their personal capacity."
"Do you want to be a councilor in Black Snake Bay? Or do you want to control the territory around Fraser Fortress?"
"On the contrary, we want to hand over the population and land near Fraser Fortress to your control." Gretz shook his head, "What we want is for you to protect our interests in Black Snake Bay."
Thinking of Qianhehehe's investment in Black Snake Bay, Guzwill understood instantly. He was silent for a long time before continuing: "We have no experience in management and tax collection."
"Don't worry about this, someone will teach you when the time comes." With a mysterious smile, Gretz leaned half of his body on the table, "How is it? What do you think?"
Guzweil did not answer immediately, but tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously. This conversation was not just about solicitation, but an irreversible choice.
Joining this so-called secret party alliance means taking a complete stand and bowing to the Ruoan Party and the Salvation Army.
But if he refuses, is there any other way for his Black Fang Regiment to go?
The roar of Fraser Fortress still seemed to be echoing in my ears, and the huge gap seemed like a ferocious mouth, devouring everyone who tried to resist.
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After hesitating again and again, Guzwill sighed: "I, let me think about it again."
"It's okay. I will stay in this hotel for the next three days. You can come anytime." Without further pressure, Gretz shrugged and allowed Guzwill to leave.
Just looking at Guzwill's leaving back, the smile on his face slowly faded.
Leaning on the back of the chair, he crossed his legs and took out a roster.
After spitting on the quill and ticking Guzweil's name, Gretz just put the book down when he found someone sitting in front of him.
"Director Pvelov." Gretz sat up straight.
At present, the activities within the Cheka are basically centered on cities and transportation arteries. From top to bottom, they are the Cheka supervisor at the county level and the Cheka commissioner at the township level.
Then go to the lowest level of executioners such as intelligence monks, armed monks and interrogation monks. After all, the Cheka still bears the name of the Lubyanka Suppression Monastery.
On this trip, Pvelov, the former Cheka director of Langsander County, led the team and mobilized 120 Cheka and 30 Holy Father monks into the 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 frightening secret policeman, holding a simple poetry pamphlet and reading.
At present, the Cheka is composed of low-level monks, refugee serfs and members of the old secret party, with the majority of them being low-level monks.
Therefore, most of the Chekas have an elegant and easy-going appearance. Only those who live in the Lubyanka Monastery know how cruel they are.
Gretz lowered his head: "There are eight, and one more is under consideration."
"Yes, your progress is very fast." Puvelov took out a piece of white paper from his arms, put it on the table and pushed it over, "There was news from the White Mountain Hermitage that these secret parties If there is any suspicion, please investigate.”
"Yes." Gretz immediately picked up the white paper, glanced at it and stuffed it into his arms, "Director Pverov, how many seats do we have now?"
"If everything goes well, we can probably get six seats. Those monks from the Holy Father Order and us have also mixed up with the secret parties. Do you have any ideas?"
"Is there still a vacancy at the Sola Fort Intelligence Station? I would like to nominate myself."
Puvelov flipped through the booklet of poems and said in a calm tone: "Think carefully, Fort Sola 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?" Raising his head, Puvelov's eyes were dark and incomprehensible, "You don't want to stay in Hongye Township and serve the center of Shengsun?"
"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I'm not suitable." Gretz said calmly, "I became a Cheka to kill devils. There are too few devils in Langsand County."
Putting down the pamphlet, a meaningful light flashed in Puvelov's eyes: "Okay, very energetic, I will ask the cabinet for you. If nothing happens, you will get the position of the head of the intelligence station.
But I hope you remember that our goal is always to serve the will of the Saint Sun. Sometimes your own selfish desires must be put aside. It is your duty to gather your will to defend the Saint Sun. ”
Gretz raised his head, looked at Puvelov for a moment, and then whispered: "I know that Mr. Horn's will is above all else."
(End of chapter)