Gwen was grateful for the education he received in his past life and the habit of flipping through books when he had nothing to do (and bragging online). But he was also grateful that he had transmigrated into a satellite in this life and had undergone some sort of mutation in the process. He guessed that when he became a satellite, he had undergone some sort of 'reconstruction' or 'compilation' on the spiritual or spiritual level. And this reconstruction based on the satellite's host computer must have completely combed through all his memories and categorized them. This ultimately brought about two very important changes: first, an inhuman will, and second, a hard disk of memory.
He could remember things very clearly, even things that he thought he had forgotten in his past life, he could remember them as long as he tried to recall them.
Now, he was more than happy to teach Rebecca and, yes, Heidi, who was standing next to him with a bewildered look on her face.
While the liege and officials of the land were planning post-war production and future development, everyone in the fief was busy with their own matters, including Hanmer who was studying with his apprentices on how to further improve the efficiency of the magical energy smelting furnace, Norris who was thinking about reclamation next year, and the 25th Production and Construction Brigade who had just returned to the residential area and were listening to the work plan for the next day.
Before the monster attack, the 25th Production and Construction Brigade was building a new industrial zone in the southwest of the fief. When the alarm sounded, the brigade, like the other construction teams, temporarily stopped their work and were assigned to help move supplies and reinforce the wall. Now that the battle alarm had been lifted, the brigade returned to their station. As a special 'team', they were not together with the other production teams. It was the same when it came to assigning production tasks and summarizing work. There were a few specialized supervisors and soldiers in charge of the 25th Brigade, and the one who was now holding a meeting with them was a veteran from the Cecil Legion who was said to have served the Cecil family for ten years.
Holler was a member of the 25th Brigade and also a new member of the fief. He sat in his seat obediently and listened to the tall and strong veteran in front of him convey the orders of the liege to the people in the brigade. He tried to act like the most normal civilian worker, but he still needed to adjust himself to fully adapt to the role he was supposed to play.
The "commoners" of this land were different from other places, and this made him feel a little awkward. Fortunately, he was a person with strong adaptability and good observation skills. Thus, after living here for a short period of time, he had learned how to speak and behave like the commoners of Cecil. He had roughly learned how to speak and behave.
After making sure that everyone around him was listening carefully, Holler pretended to look up casually and quickly glanced at the soldiers in front of him.
It was normal for the team of civilian workers to be managed by supervisors, but in addition to the supervisors, the team had three soldiers in charge of maintaining order, which was unusual. At first, Holler was nervous because he thought that he had aroused the suspicion of the liege. But soon he realized that the soldiers in charge of the team were not targeting him, but monitoring the whole team, so he was relieved.
He even felt a little happy. This team was very special, and the liege's private soldiers were personally supervising it, which meant that he had been lucky enough to sneak into a place where he could get access to secrets. There were elements of coincidence and luck, but wasn't being a spy itself very dependent on luck?
He had heard that several spies were caught at the city gates, docks, checkpoints, and so on, and were whipped and exiled. He was undoubtedly lucky to be able to sit here until now.
And it was because he was lucky that he had the opportunity to see so many unimaginable things in this land.
There was no doubt that the resurrected Duke of Gwen Cecil was not a simple man. He led his descendants and hundreds of refugees to the Gloom Mountains not because he was not clear-headed, but because he was plotting something. The speed and extent of the construction of this land were far beyond the expectations of his master, Viscount Calor. It was a wise move for Calor to send him here.
And there were those monsters, which were said to have escaped from the wasteland of Gondor, and the weapons of war that were built to destroy them.
Until now, the memory of the battle still made Holl feel a little scared. Although he only took a quick glance at the battlefield in the second half of the battle when he climbed up the wall to transport the bombs, the scene still made his legs weak. He couldn't imagine that such a terrifying thing existed in the world, and he couldn't imagine that the duke who came back from the dead could actually create a war weapon that was as powerful as thunder just to fight against such a monster. If he didn't see it with his own eyes, who would have thought that such a thing could happen in the border of civilization?
The soldier who delivered the order was not as long-winded as the nobles, so when Holl was deep in thought, the soldier had already finished the important matter. Then, he announced the dismissal, and the members of the 25th Battalion stood up one after another.
Holl also stood up with the others, pretended as if nothing had happened, and walked to the exit.
He resisted the urge to approach the soldier and get close to him. It was still too early, and his identity was just a "pariah". Although the status of a "pariah" in this land seemed to be very high, it was inevitable that he would be suspicious if he rashly contacted the private soldiers of the nobles. Even if he offered money to bribe the soldier, the loyal soldier would likely sell him out immediately. He had to play it safe.
He must not let others see anything unusual about him.
On the way, someone came up to greet him. The other party was also a member of the 25th Battalion. They had been working together for a few days, and Holl was familiar with the name, but he did not know the details.
This was a newly established production and construction team (a very strange name), so it was normal that they didn't know each other. But to avoid arousing suspicion, Hall still responded enthusiastically and talked about the recent production tasks. At the same time, the topic naturally turned to the battle that had just ended.
Everyone around him was talking about the same topic. After all, the battle had just ended, and it was a battle that left a deep impression. Normal people could not help but talk about it to ease their tension.
There was nothing suspicious about it.
But Holl still remembered his mission, so he could not just chat. He had to take the opportunity to ask about the things in the territory, such as how the monsters came to be, and where the weapons used to fight the monsters came from.
And during this process, he could not just ask questions. The people around him might ask questions at any time under the influence of the topic. But as an excellent spy, Holl knew how to adapt to the situation. He could always make up a tactful answer based on the information he observed, his own guesses, and his understanding in the shortest time possible so that no one would suspect that he was actually an outsider who knew nothing and was asking around for information.
After a while, Holl would rationally change the topic to avoid suspicion. Then he would find a way to naturally leave the sight of the people around him and find a chance to be alone.
The dormitory was a relatively safe place, but it was not suitable at this time because several people in the dormitory were likely to have gone back. So he turned a corner and went to the dormitory's toilet.
There were a lot of toilets here, and there were also "cubicles" — to be honest, Holl did not understand at first. This territory did not allow people to urinate and defecate anywhere, and the feudal lord had spent a lot of effort to build so many toilets and sewers as if he had some kind of mysophobia. But now, Holl had adapted to the strange rules here, and he thought that the strange rules set by the ancient duke had brought him a lot of convenience.
After entering the toilet, Hall saw a row of cubicles with closed doors. He knocked on the first few cubicles, and surprisingly, there were people inside. But in the end, he found an empty cubicle, so he quickly flashed in.
He did not forget to turn around and close the door and lock it from the inside.
Then he took out the charcoal and paper that he hid on his body. After confirming that it was safe, he began to write a secret letter:
To Master:
Settled down as a construction worker. This place is developing very fast, and the population has reached more than 10,000. Today, there was a monster attack.
He tried to describe what he saw as accurately as possible, but it was not easy. After all, he had seen too many things that were beyond his imagination. Even as a good spy, he felt that his vocabulary was not enough in the process of describing those things. But he still finished writing the secret letter and hid it properly.
In the near future, there would be merchants from Calore passing by here, and some of them had secret marks. He had to wait for the contact to pass by before sending the secret letter.
After confirming that there was no problem, Holl stood up, deliberately made some noise, and then pushed the door open and left the cubicle.
Another person came out of the cubicle next to him. It was an ordinary construction worker.
Holl nodded and greeted him, and the other party nodded back. He did not seem to be suspicious at all.
In this way, the members of 25 Brigade moved around the residential area, chatting, pretending, and collecting information from the people around them. At the same time, they were constantly releasing information themselves. Except for a few military intelligence officers planted among them, none of them were senior citizens who really knew about Cecil's situation. But miraculously, countless information about Cecil's territory was brewed among them and passed on.
Some of it was what they saw with their own eyes, but most of it … God knows who was the first to fill in the blanks and spread it throughout the brigade.
After the meeting, the soldier left the 25th Battalion and went to the military zone, where the Military Security Intelligence Bureau was stationed.
In the office, there were two men in winter overalls reporting to Amber. They were the MIB officers who had been planted in Team 25.
The contents of their report left Hu Po in a daze.
They said that Cecil's territory was built on the ruins of Gondor City, that the monsters were summoned by the crazy ancient magus in the Gloom Mountain Range, that the weapons used to fight the monsters were secretly smuggled from the Silver Empire, and so on.
The magical 25 Brigade actually created a fantasy version of Cecil's territory by relying on their internal imagination, fermenting, and spreading false information.
Even Amber could not help but exclaim.
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