The city of fire oil, within the school’s residence.
Monroe carefully checked the room again to confirm that there was no eavesdropping magic secretly set by the wizards, and then placed the crystal ball on the desk.
The red light became more and more intense, and a strange magic wave soon spread out in all directions.
Monroe was not worried that energy fluctuations would alarm the wizards.
Although the entire City of Fire Oil was set up to detect divine magic, the crystal ball in his hand was essentially a witchcraft, and it was precisely because of this that he could pass the previous search.
There are all kinds of alchemy tools on the wizards. There is no way for the council to carefully examine them one by one, and they will not do anything that can easily cause dissatisfaction.
And a wizard used magic in the room, which produced some magic fluctuations. This was completely normal and there was nothing questionable about it.
After all, there are not many wizards who conduct experiments or even cause accidents in the room...
However, there was a hint of disgust and aggrievedness on Monroe's face. He was a dignified adjutant of the God's Punishment Army, but he was reduced to the point where he needed to rely on such a demonic witchcraft!
This is simply a shame!
While thinking, the red light gradually faded, and what appeared in front of him was a blurry image, but it could be vaguely recognized that this was the current leader of the Holy See—Pope Alves!
"His Majesty the Pope!" Monroe knelt down on one knee and said excitedly and respectfully.
As an ordinary adjutant in the God's Punishment Army, he used to only have the opportunity to see the messenger of the Lord in the world when attending grand ceremonies, but now he can have a conversation alone.
"You haven't attracted the attention of those wizards in the past few days, right?" Pope Alves asked indifferently, looking at Monroe who was kneeling before him.
"I don't think so, sir." Monroe hesitated for a moment. In the past week, although he had argued and refuted a few words when teaching at the college, he was still at a normal level.
In fact, because some of the remarks made by those professors were so strange, there were voices of inquiry and questioning in almost every class.
One more of him is not more, and one less of him is not less.
Monroe estimated that there was a high probability that he had not attracted the attention of the wizards yet. At least he did not notice any signs of being followed or monitored when he went out.
"In that case, how far have you completed the task I gave you?" Alves asked again.
Monroe replied verbally. "I haven't found out where Lord Joshua is being held. The wizards are very vigilant. I guess only a very small number of MPs, even the Speakers, know this information."
"As for the Magic Star, his movements are unknown. He should have been staying in the City of Fire Oil recently. I have only collected some information about him..."
Having said this, Munro was extremely ashamed.
The Pope trusted himself so much that he entrusted such an arduous task to his hands.
But after a full week, I didn't make any key gains...
After successfully entering the City of Fire Oil, the wizards seemed to be very generous and did not restrict anyone's freedom, but in fact, they were trapped in the Wizard Academy for the convenience of supervision.
Not to mention that they have to waste a lot of time listening to the nonsense of those professors.
Alves was naturally aware of the risks involved in sneaking into the enemy's hinterland, so he did not blame Monroe. Instead, he asked about the current situation in the City of Fire and Oil, and then added with a sigh.
"How many of the Lord's people remain under the rule of those wizards?"
Although they are reluctant to say this, to a certain extent, they were indeed forced to abandon the believers in the City of Fire Oil and even the entire kingdom, allowing them to fall under the evil control of the wizard.
Now there is probably a scene of corpses lying on the ground and heads rolling in...
The wizards will never let go of those believers who devoutly believe in the Lord!
But I think they seem to be doing... pretty well?
Monroe paused for a moment and hesitated to speak. In the past few days, he had also conducted some covert and covert investigations, preparing to expose the superficial prosperity of the city of kerosene. The result surprised him.
Not only are those wizards willing to spend "high wages" to buy the labor of the poor, but they will also guarantee them three meals a day. Even casual workers recruited temporarily in the slums eat delicious white bread, and occasionally there will be a piece of lunch. Fish steak.
Coupled with the salary of five imperial silver coins, this has reached the level of treatment that only elite soldiers of the empire have!
Monroe told everything he saw and heard, and finally reported it in words. "I think these wizards are trying to use money to corrupt the piety of the poor in their hearts!"
"This is indeed worth noting." Alves' expression was extremely solemn.
If the wizards continue to implement a brutal rule, it will be easier to deal with them. Such pretentiousness and seeking to please at any cost are actually digging into the foundation of the church's existence!
Monroe continued. "Moreover, they update their weapons very quickly, and a large number of new weapons are produced every day."
"I also heard that these wizards are building something called a train, which can transport nearly a thousand tons of cargo and an army of a thousand people from any corner of the kingdom to the City of Fire and Oil within a few hours!"
Hearing this, Alves' face became extremely ugly, and he immediately realized how much of a threat this thing called a train would bring.
This means that the wizards will have extremely terrifying war potential, and they can continuously dispatch soldiers and supplies from the entire kingdom for reinforcements as long as they need it.
Just as Alves frowned and thought about countermeasures, Monroe suddenly spoke.
"But it seems to me that the whole kingdom will collapse on itself before long!"
"Oh?" Alves looked at Monroe in surprise, wondering why he suddenly said that.
Monroe explained confidently. "Those wizards massacred the local nobles, but were not good at management. They squandered the wealth they plundered wantonly, making the poor people of the entire city of kerosene eat meat and white bread, and paid extremely high rewards... …”
"However, they don't care about farming and production. They only know how to greedily earn more coins. Now a large area of land in the City of Fire and Oil has been abandoned. I believe that other cities in the eastern part of the kingdom under the rule of wizards will not be exceptions!"
The more Monroe spoke, the more excited he became, and Pope Alves gradually understood the meaning of his words.
In order to earn wealth, the wizards pulled poor peasants from the fields to workshops to produce weapons and more valuable alchemical creations. Such short-sighted measures are undoubtedly the way to death!
"The kingdom is still able to maintain its dignity now because they lured those treasonous merchants with money and were able to purchase enough food from the empire. They only need to cut off this trade line. I dare to conclude that in three months at most, the wizard We will collapse without attacking!" Monroe concluded quite proudly.
"This is the best news I have ever heard!" Alves's frown suddenly relaxed and he looked at Monroe with admiration.
He is worthy of being highly recommended by Gustav, the commander of the God’s Punishment Army!
This keen insight and reasoning power are simply natural materials for intelligence activities. Before, being just an adjutant of the God's Punishment Army was really a bit of an understatement!
Although he had great trust in Monroe's judgment, Alves still shook his head and pointed out a flaw in the plan.
"Three months is too long! I suspect that when the wizards sense something is wrong, they will make a desperate move, sit back and watch the kingdom decay, and then attack the empire on a large scale!"
He couldn't imagine how armed the wizards would be in three months...
The kingdom has a population of more than three million. Even if you draw one out of fifteen, you can draw a legion of hundreds of thousands of people. It only takes a week for each person to be able to skillfully control a musket and become a qualified soldier. , threatening the heavily armed Divine Punishment Cavalry on the battlefield.
Not to mention the wizards' new aircraft, airships, alchemy carts, thunder cannons (electromagnetic guns) and many other powerful alchemy tools. Even if the entire empire is assembled, it may not be possible to win this fierce battle.
"Your Majesty, what do you mean?" Monroe asked hesitantly.
"We might as well speed up this process!" Alves said in a deep voice, holding the Pearl of Wisdom in his hand, his eyes twinkling: "I think you should have noticed that the actions of the wizards in the kingdom have caused dissatisfaction among some people."
Monroe's thoughts changed slightly, and he immediately thought that the Pope was referring to the nobles of the kingdom.
"Although they betrayed the empire and the church, I think some of them were forced to choose the wrong path because they were coerced by wizards. We might as well give them another chance to prove..." Alves' A cold edge flashed in his eyes, and then he continued to speak.
"I will let another person handle this matter. You just need to continue to detect intelligence in the City of Fire Oil and provide some cooperation while ensuring your own safety!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Monroe nodded in response.
He knew very well that the church would never send just him and Ivina to sneak into the kingdom. In fact, as far as he knew, more than 300 spies had been captured by the wizards, and some of them were still hiding in the dark. They are all the best of the best.
"If you can successfully trigger chaos in the kingdom, then you will be the number one hero. When these blasphemers are defeated, I will personally baptize you!" Alves said with approval.
Monroe was so excited that he was speechless. In the past, only the top leaders of the church were eligible to be personally baptized by the Pope. This was equivalent to a guarantee leading to the pinnacle of power!
With the plan to weaken the Wizarding Kingdom, Alves' worries for months suddenly eased a lot, and he continued. "Is there anything else you need to report?"
Monroe hesitated for a moment, and then recounted many strange theories that he had heard in class over the past few days.
From geometry, the laws of celestial motion to planet theory...
After listening halfway, Alves raised his hand to indicate that Munro did not need to continue speaking, and then explained.
"Obviously, they are trying to misinterpret the Bible. I think Gustav must have warned you that all witchcraft books contain the power of demons and are very deceptive. Only if you don't listen, don't hear, don't Asking is the best way to resist erosion!”
"I understand, thank you for your warning, Your Majesty the Pope!" Monroe was convinced that the words of these wizards were indeed very inflammatory.
For example, planet theory, something that is extremely contrary to common sense, can actually fabricate many specious theories as evidence, confusing tens of thousands of people, and even I can't help but feel that there is a trace of truth after listening to it.
It was only now that Munro suddenly realized that he had been contaminated by the knowledge of the devil, and his soul was no longer pure!
Perhaps this is why His Majesty the Pope wants to baptize himself personally.
Realizing this, Monroe was extremely moved, but soon thought of his companion Ivina!
She may have been polluted more seriously than herself, because in the past two days, Munro discovered that the girl had even started taking notes during class!
This was an extremely dangerous tendency and made him feel deeply uneasy!
But just when Monroe was about to ask for instructions, the image of the Pope in front of him suddenly changed from clear to blurry, and the red light emitted by the crystal ball began to flicker irregularly, and then went out directly.
Monroe was suddenly startled and turned his head suddenly to look around, thinking that the wizards had discovered him and interrupted his magic.
Fortunately, Monro remembered that the cardinal who manages dangerous witchcraft creations once reminded him that the 'signal' of this thing is not good, and it is best not to communicate for too long at a time, otherwise this thing may appear. The phenomenon of signal interruption...
"Damn witchcraft creation!" Monroe cursed, but there was nothing he could do.
He is not a wizard, and he does not understand alchemy. He can only wait for it to charge itself before making the next connection.
The only good thing is that most of the key things have been said!
Monroe quickly sorted out his emotions, put away the crystal ball, opened the door and walked out.
Ivina was leaning against the wall of the living room, keeping her right hand on the hilt of the sword to prevent anyone from suddenly breaking in and interrupting the call. When she saw Monroe coming out of the house, she curiously asked.
"Is everything going well, Monroe?"
"Very good, the Pope has recognized my abilities and strategies!" Monroe said quite proudly, and then looked around Ivina for a while, and immediately noticed the thick notes hanging on the girl's waist. superior.
This place was originally used to hang Bibles, but is now used to store notes containing wizard knowledge.
Monroe said dissatisfied. "You seem to be very interested in wizarding knowledge these days, right? Ivina?"
"You were too obvious, Monroe!" Ivina's expression did not change, but she reminded her. "Wizards have a strong thirst for knowledge. People like you who never take notes in class are an absolute minority. It is easy to attract their attention!"
"This is indeed my negligence." Monroe's expression changed, and his tone suddenly slowed down. "You must also be extra careful. The knowledge of evil spirits has the power to confuse people. In-depth study may distort our cognition..."
Ivina nodded hesitantly.
"One month, let's hold on for one more month and that's enough!" Monroe said confidently. "According to my plan, and with the help of those people, the huge Magic Kingdom will collapse in a month at most!"
A month?
Ivina sighed secretly as she thought about what she had seen and heard these days.
The poor people in the kingdom are afraid that they will suffer again.
(End of chapter)
