To be honest, the idea of the 25th Production and Construction Brigade came to Gwen the moment he realized that someone was trying to investigate Cecil's territory, and he could frankly and happily admit that most of the name came from his bad taste. Anyway, the people in this world did not understand the jokes on Earth, and Gwen had gotten over it. His crazy jokes in this world would not affect his majesty as the Coffin Opener, and might even be regarded as a sign of profound wisdom …
But despite the bad taste, Gwen felt that this way of dealing with the spies who had sneaked into the territory was also useful.
The dead spies would no longer be a threat to the territory, but they would not be of any value either. And Gwen … he was actually a person who would not let go of any "value".
He was building an economic-intelligence network throughout the south, but it would take a long time for the network to mature and work. Merchants needed time to establish a foothold everywhere, and the intelligence channels needed even longer to open and operate stably. Even the future "military intelligence officers" were still receiving the most basic training in Cecil's territory. And at this time, the spies from all over the south fell into Gwen's hands … They were simply treasures that fell from the sky.
If the spies were top spies like the Royal Shadow Guards, Gwen might have taken a more ruthless approach, because a Royal Shadow Guard who had all kinds of extraordinary abilities and would rush into a crowd to brandish a two-handed sword and release a whirlwind could cause great damage once exposed (the first-generation Shadow Guard instructor Gwen Cecil took the blame). Keeping the hidden dangers was more than the benefits. But the spies sent by the big and small nobles in the south were on a completely different level. Looking at their "professional level", Gwen knew that they were just small fries. In terms of survival ability, they might not even be as good as a hundred of Amber's henchmen …
On the one hand, the limited strength of the nobles in the south was one thing. On the other hand, they obviously did not pay enough attention to Cecil's territory, so naturally they would not send their most elite spies to such a place. And the small fries they sent were not so much to spy on the Cecil family's secrets and sabotage the development of the territory, but more to understand one thing — what was that old ancestor doing in the south?
It was also because of this that Gwen did not sensitively take a ruthless approach, and instead chose to gather the spies together to raise a venomous insect or something …
Of course, there was no other way to deal with the spies who had been caught and exposed. They still had to be dealt with, and the news still had to be announced. And this was also good, as it would be more believable if a group of spies were exposed. If none of the spies sent to Cecil's territory had met with any mishap, the nobles in the south would be more suspicious. If even a spy could not be discovered, this old ancestor might not be a fake.
As for what would happen if Duke Cecil discovered their spies, none of the nobles were too worried. Scheming against each other was part of the daily life of the nobles. This was especially so in a situation where the nobles were divided into different territories. It was common for nobles to investigate each other. To put it bluntly, all they did was gather the most basic information. As long as they didn't cause any substantial damage and didn't go overboard, no one would shed all pretense of cordiality. In addition, there was almost no household registration in this era. Even if the matter was blown out of proportion, the nobles still had the option of denying it.
But there was one thing that Gwen was very clear about: Brigade 25 would not exist forever. There would always be smart people who would realize the truth and expose everything. The spies who had been raised by the venomous insects would eventually react or try to break free. But with the current level of organization in Cecil's territory, this day would probably come a long time later. And before the truth of Brigade 25 was revealed …
Gwen felt that he could use this large group of spies to do a lot of things.
After sending off Heti, Gwen sent someone to call Amber, who had gone out to fish, back.
As soon as they met, Gwen did not wait for the half-elf to speak and asked straightforwardly, "How's the training of your helpers going?"
"Anton and the others?" Amber knew from Gawain's expression that this was the time to talk about serious matters. If he were to make a joke now, it would be easy for him to get knocked on the head. So, he decided not to make fun of the old dumpling. "That depends on which aspect you're referring to. Fighting them face to face would only scare them a little, and learning to read would not be effective in such a short time. But if you're talking about letting them understand the current situation, and understand why the liege has summoned them … they've already understood."
Gwen raised his eyebrows and said, "What about the common sense of identity disguise, intelligence gathering, information transmission and so on?"
Amber smiled and said, "This is their old profession. Plus, you've arranged a professional course for them. It's hard not to learn."
"Very well. It's time to send the first batch of people out."
Amber was a little surprised. "So soon?"
"Some people have begun to send spies to Cecil. We have to speed up the operation of our intelligence system." Gwen shook his head and said, "And I don't intend to directly give them too difficult a task. After all, the basic training is not over yet. Didn't you say that those people can find more 'helpers' from other places? That's the first task for them. Go find people, bring back more seedlings, and then continue training. In next spring, it's time for them to follow Cecil's trade route to the whole Southern Territory. "
"Then I understand. Just leave this to me," Hu Po volunteered and patted his chest. "I know the situation of those brats better than anyone else. I'll assign them a mission. You just need to be in charge of giving me the funds for the operation."
Gwen was ten thousand percent sure that the last sentence was the main purpose of this half-elf …
But he knew very well that she only liked to shoot her mouth off. When it came to serious matters, she still knew how to prioritize. And from the start, he had already decided to let Hu Po be in charge of this matter. "Even if you didn't say so, I was prepared to send you. And not just this time, but from now on, you'll be in charge of this group of people, including the expansion of their team."
Amber's ears twitched twice as if she did not react. "Huh?"
"No one in the territory is more suitable for this than you." Gwen looked at the half-elf very seriously. "And no one knows your men better than you."
Gwen was not bluffing, it was the truth. Although she looked like a rogue, Amber was the most suitable person to lead the intelligence organization in the territory. First of all, she was an excellent shadow master who could train more shadow professionals. Secondly, she was quite familiar with all kinds of people and had a good understanding of dealing with all kinds of people and collecting information from all kinds of environments. Lastly, she had the experience of traveling north and south in the Southern Territory. In the process, she had pulled together a large team. Even after many years, the team still maintained a high degree of loyalty and trust towards her. This showed that she actually had a certain level of leadership and charisma, but it was all ruined by her casual image.
Compared to Amber, the other people in the territory were completely different. Heti was good at internal affairs and knocking on Rebecca's head; Rebecca was good at mathematics, inventions and Rest in Peace; Nicholas was good at mechanics and comedy; Kamel was a pure researcher. Finally, only Philip and Byron had some intelligence experience, but they were better at military affairs and crosstalk.
No one was more suitable to be the head of the intelligence agency than Amber.
Gwen suddenly covered his forehead. "Damn it, what kind of people are in the territory?"
Amber did not understand what was going on. "Huh?"
"Nothing, I was distracted." Gwen quickly adjusted his posture and looked up at Amber. "I appoint you as the first director of the Cecil Military Security Intelligence Agency. You'll be responsible for the training, management and overall intelligence work of the intelligence personnel. You'll be directly responsible to me. Do you understand?"
At this time, Amber was completely convinced that Gwen was serious. Although she usually said the words "I'm super awesome", when it came to the important task, the half-elf actually panicked a little. She stared at Gwen to confirm. "Are you serious? Are you sure you want me to do it? Don't blame me if I mess it up! "
"The work is not as complicated as you think. I'll help you set up a simple framework and tell you how to manage it. Then you can find people to fill your department. You can also apply for civilian staff from Heti. I've already written the basic rules and regulations and precautions for intelligence work. You can take it back and study it carefully. In short, I believe you can do it well. "
Amber calmed down and suddenly looked into Gwen's eyes very seriously. After a long time, she whispered, "… You trust me?"
"Yes."
"Okay, I'll do it."
Three days later, in a special facility located in the military zone, Scarface Anton sat quietly in the front row of the lobby, waiting for the order to come.
He was no longer wearing the dirty, tattered, and smelling old vest. Instead, he wore a well-cut, well-ironed black woolen sweater. This kind of fabric was popular in the last two years. It was not as shabby as the rough linen of the poor, but it was not unbearably expensive. It was the favorite choice of the more well-off citizens. He shaved and sat upright. Although the scar on his face still looked fierce, he thought he was ready to dress up as a businessman.
Next to him sat the "witch" Gypsy. This woman no longer wore her shabby and ridiculous witch costume. She also removed a bunch of useless "magic" decorations that could only scare people. Instead, she wore a set of mage apprentice robe and held a short oak staff in her hand. She sat quietly, holding a magic book in her free hand, just like a real mage apprentice. Her magic tricks that could only produce a few sparks could finally be put to use.
Gypsy, who was quiet, really did look like a "witch".
Next to her, there were "Buck-teeth" Bobby, "Long-fingers" Sam, "Fast-legs" Pierce …
These ruffians washed off the dirt on their bodies and put on decent clothes. They sat upright and quietly, like real citizens, or real decent people. Merchant, mage apprentice, Knight apprentice, potion master, and bard. These were the roles they had been learning to play, and they would be the roles they would play in the future.
Not everyone had learned well. Many of them were still 'barefooted ruffians wearing leather boots' in Big Sister's words. But no matter what, it was time for them to prove their worth to the Lord.
A commander would come here, as their direct leader in the future, to announce the Lord's first order to them.
The guys in the back row had begun to whisper and began to discuss what kind of person the so-called "commander" would be, but Anton turned a deaf ear to these people's discussion. He just quietly looked at the platform at the front of the room, waiting for the moment when a figure appeared on it.
A hazy shadow suddenly appeared there, and then a half-elf emerged out of thin air.
The slightly chaotic hall immediately quieted down, and Anton smiled as if he had expected it.
"Little brats, I'm your commander from now on!" Amber stood on the high platform, looking down at the familiar or recently familiar faces below. "I've brought the Lord's first task for you.
"Complete this task, and when you come back, you'll no longer be the ruffians in the gutter, you'll no longer be the rats and bugs that people look down on. You'll have a formal and decent new identity.
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