Feeling a little nervous and curious, Gypsy came to Cecil's mansion, which was located in the center of the southern part of the city.
The former "witch", who had a healthy, slightly tanned skin, a pretty face, and knew a little about magic. She used to make a living among adventurers and ruffians with her sharp tongue and her ability to swindle people. She sat in the reception room anxiously, guessing what kind of mission the lord would give her. She had met Duke Gwen Cecil before, but it was during the graduation ceremony of the first batch of officers in the Military Intelligence Bureau. She and a large group of students stood in the square and swore allegiance to the duke on the stage. At that time, she did not think that she would sit here and receive the lord's orders one-on-one.
Would it be a very dangerous mission? A very difficult mission? Or a very special mission that only a specific person could complete?
No matter how she thought about it, Gypsy could not think of any decisive difference between herself and the ordinary officers in the Military Intelligence Bureau. The officers in the first batch were all at the same level, and because it was a crash course, the officers in the first batch were not as good as the newcomers in many professional skills. Moreover, she had been sent out for so long that she was seriously out of touch with the mainland and urgently needed to make up for it.
There was no one else in the room, only the chief maid of the lord was here to accompany her. As a maidservant, Miss Maid obviously would not casually talk to the guests. In this slightly unbearable awkward atmosphere, Gypsy unconsciously drank another cup of tea, and the next second after she put down the teacup, she heard the sound of water being poured from the side.
The chief maid held a big teapot and filled the empty teacup in one breath. Then she smiled at Gypsy a little blankly and said, "Please enjoy."
"Ah, thank you..." Gypsy said subconsciously, and then she realized that she had drunk a few cups of tea when she was not paying attention. Now she could not drink anymore. However, she did not know why, just by looking at the little maid named Betty, she felt an inexplicable "Telekinesis". Betty was just looking at her blankly, but Gypsy had a feeling that "it would be a crime not to drink the tea she poured".
Weird psychological pressure... She is indeed the servant of the lord.
Gypsy blinked and subconsciously reached for the teacup next to her. But before she picked it up, the door of the reception room suddenly opened.
The lord appeared there.
Gypsy, who almost became another victim of Betty's teapot, quickly put down the teacup, stood up and bowed respectfully. "Greetings, Your Grace."
Gwen waved his hand carelessly. "No need to be so polite. Sorry to keep you waiting. I'm preparing something. Is the Captical trip smooth? "
Gypsy suddenly became a little nervous. She awkwardly put her hands on her lower abdomen and slightly drooped her shoulders. This was one of the few "upper-class conversational gestures" she learned during her training in the Military Intelligence Bureau. "Everything is smooth, my lord. The Captical stronghold has been handed over to the post-production personnel, and the relevant reports have been sent up."
Gwen sat down in his seat. He saw that the "senior officer", who seemed to be about the same age as Heti, was a little nervous. He could not help but laugh. "Very well. Don't be shy. Sit down and talk."
Gypsy sat down in front of Gawain, who observed the 'witch' from head to toe and said unhurriedly, "Gypsy, no surname. Born in Peibo, you know a little about magic. You used to be a magic apprentice for a short time, but after your mentor died in a vendetta, you left your hometown and fled to Leslie. You used to make a living by divining and selling amulets. You used to be called 'Witch', right?"
Gypsy was still a little nervous, but she had calmed down a little. She nodded and said, "Yes, that was my previous experience."
"Amber had specially recommended you. She said you have a great talent," Gwen said. "She heard that you are very eloquent, very good at swindling, and very good at taking advantage of the situation..."
A strange and awkward expression appeared on Gypsy's face. She had never thought that her former boss, who was also her current boss, would use such good words to recommend her. After all, her previous boss had never had many good words in his head. He had always had a rotten mouth and was hated by everyone. He had relied on his outstanding escaping skills to avoid being beaten to death by his enemies. However, for her boss to use such good words to describe her subordinates from the mouth of the ruler of Cecil ….. that was a little exciting.
Fortunately, Gwen quickly came to the rescue of the "witch". "Don't be nervous. I know Amber's habit of using words. I will filter it myself and know what you are really good at. You are a talent in the art of speech, and you should know how to resonate and gain people's recognition through words, right? "
Gypsy was a little embarrassed and said, "It's just some... unconventional stuff."
"This is a talent that can come in handy, and I happen to have a task for you, which needs your talent. I need to remind you that this task will have a very far-reaching impact on your career as a member of the MIB, but it is really important, "Gwen said as he took a stack of papers from the side." Take a look at these things. "
Kipley took the papers curiously and was surprised to see the vivid pictures on them. The first thing that came to her mind was an oil painting, but she soon found that the completely realistic black-and-white pictures were very different from the works of the painter. Moreover, the content of the pictures was not artistic at all. On the contrary, it was almost not artistic at all, and it would not make people feel happy.
She saw ferocious-looking priests and disciplinary monks beating the people, people dressed as soldiers dragging the residents out of the houses into the street, people in priest robes ordering soldiers to set fire to the houses, and the Vatican Knight taking away the property from the people, and people lying on the ground with blood on their faces begging for mercy...
Many of the images weren't very clear, and the angles weren't suitable either. It gave people the feeling that they had been secretly recorded from the side. However, such angles gave people a strong sense of immersion. It was as if everything was happening right before their eyes, right at this very moment …
And more importantly, even in the most unclear pictures, the ferocious expressions of the priests, priests, and Vatican Knight were the clearest and most complete.
A strong sense of disgust and resistance rose in Gypsy's heart, because she had seen the pictures in the pictures in reality, and had even experienced it before.
She was a refugee from a foreign land. She was not a real Extraordinaire, but she had mastered a few magic skills and used "witchcraft" such as divination to "bewitch the people". It was normal for her to be ostracized by the local church. Whenever she encountered a crime related to Extraordinary power, she would be the first target of suspicion. It was common for her to be banished and beaten. Even if nothing happened on a normal day, she would be blackmailed by the people of the church or the suzerain.
There were many people who believed in the Holy Light, but in this world where religions were everywhere, there were also many who rejected the Holy Light. And among the people who were at the bottom of society, there were also many who did not believe in the Holy Light, and Gypsy, who was more or less a "wizard apprentice", was even more so.
Gwen saw the change in Gypsy's expression, and quietly took a magic device from the side. The structure of the magic device was like a simplified magic network communicator, and there were very few magic patterns on the triangular base, but a high-quality projection crystal was embedded at the top.
Gwen put the device on the table and activated it under Gypsy's curious gaze. "Look at these pictures again."
The magic device was activated, and the pictures stored in the crystal were immediately projected. This time, Gypsy directly saw the moving pictures, the scene of the church's people beating the civilians on the street.
The pictures were short and shaking violently, obviously recorded in a panic and hidden situation.
As a wizard apprentice, Gypsy was not surprised by the magic device that could project pictures. She was just curious about the content of the pictures. "My lord, these are..."
"What has happened in Louen City and what is happening now," Gwen said seriously, looking into Gypsy's eyes. "Let me ask you, after seeing these pictures and pictures, if you tell more people what you see and think, and let them know the dark side of the Church of Holy Light, what will you say?"
Gypsy seemed to know what her task was. She thought for a while and said, "Overly direct criticism and cursing may be very effective for those who are against the Church of Holy Light, but for those who are neutral and the supporters of the Church of Holy Light, it may have the opposite effect. Stating the facts in the most neutral way, and saying 'the Church has always been so dark' as a fact, will get the greatest resonance. In addition, you can also connect the victims in these pictures with the targets of propaganda, and let the people who hear these things realize that they are also the people who will be beaten, robbed, and burned at the stake at any time. If you don't mind making up some additional information, I can also make up a series of background beyond these pictures... "
"We don't need to make up anything. We just need to state the facts," Gwen said faintly. "We just need to state the facts. That's enough."
"Just stating the facts is enough to achieve the effect you want," Gypsy said at once, but then she frowned. "It's just that there are too many people in the Southern Territory. Those who believe in the Holy Light, those who believe in the Heretic God, and those who have no faith... That's a huge number..."
As a smart person, Gypsy had already guessed the Count's intentions. As a person who didn't believe in the Holy Light, she wasn't conflicted about this matter. Now, the only thing she was curious about was how her mouth, which could only be used to persuade two or three people, was going to do what the Count wanted.
The seigneur specially summoned her and collected the information in front of her (although she did not know how he collected it, because she had not had time to see the printing factory and the magic network communication equipment in the territory). His intention must be to attack the Church of the Holy Light in the entire Southern Territory. This kind of thing could not be done by relying on one or two eloquent people.
Gwen looked at Gypsy's face and slowly smiled. "What if your voice can be heard by the people in the Southern Territory?"
Gypsy looked up in surprise and looked into Gwen's eyes. Then she thought of the incredible things that had happened in this incredible land, and all the surprise in her heart turned into the mentality of "the old ancestor's trick will definitely work, so don't ask, just do it". "... If such a thing can really be done... then I have to prepare well."
"Then prepare, Miss Gypsy." Gwen stood up and said word by word, "A new war has begun."
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