Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 596: Feysac's Current Situation
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Half a month later, Feysac, Saint Milon.

The wind from the sea failed to blow away the coldness here, but instead brought a strong smell of sea water to the port.

As winter deepens, there are fewer ports available, with only a few ice-free ports still in operation. Due to the reduction in shipping, seafood, which was usually sparse, has now become a delicacy for the middle class and the nobility.

The sun came out today, a rare day, and the city looked peaceful. Although the gods who protected their vast empire had died, the order of the country did not seem to be affected.

People either closed their doors and windows to bask in the sun on their terraces, or went out to buy things, or went to the capital's cathedral in groups to worship. Everything was in order, and not even a single discordant incident occurred.

In such fine weather, shops selling alcohol and food always open extra early. White steam rises from the vents of the shops, bringing a strong vitality to the streets. From time to time, you can see civilians from the lower district wearing tattered cotton coats walking slowly on the street.

There were not many pedestrians on the street, and the pond in the park was frozen. There were a few young children walking around and playing in the small pond.

Near parks and squares, where there is relatively more traffic, there is a large bulletin board with many notices posted on it.

This bulletin board involuntarily attracted the attention of people around. People passing by would always stop and look up before continuing on their way. Residents around also kept coming out, taking a look at the regulations on the bulletin board before going back home.

A man wearing a hat, a scarf, and a dark coat that was very common in Feysac, with no ventilation at all and several holes in his pants, walked out of the alley slowly. He looked like he was afraid of the cold, but not afraid of it. He sacrificed some of the fabric of his pants to show his personality, just like those undisciplined unemployed young people who wandered around the streets.

"What will happen today..." he muttered.

Seeing that many people were watching, it seemed that a new document had been issued, so he moved closer and stood on the edge of the crowd. While smoking, he leaned over to look at the large wooden sign.

In the center of the notice board, a slightly yellowed white paper covered the other notices, and on the surface was written black ink and Feysac language:

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we are still receiving orders from His Majesty the Emperor and the Church.

"Now, I will pass on these laws to you:
“First, the order of Saint-Milon requires the voluntary compliance of all citizens.

"Second, all beings are equal before the law, and no rumors, speeches or incidents that undermine the harmony of the country and the city are allowed to occur.

“Article 3: Any hunter is prohibited from engaging in any form of hunting activities in Saint-Milon, except for clergy.

"Article 4. Anyone who commits the following crimes shall be punished with a maximum penalty of death:
“1. To kill people;
“2. Stealing;

"3. Recite the names of gods other than the God of War in full;
“4. Offering sacrifices to evil gods;

“5. Fraud;

“6. Leaking of secrets;

"..."

There are no new laws today, everything is the same as usual.

Although the seemingly very strange third-day law is still posted on the bulletin board, people have become accustomed to thinking that it is just someone setting traps to catch birds or small animals privately, affecting the surrounding neighbors and churches - but are there still birds outside in this season?

After reading it, people began to follow the last words of the article and thank the emperor and the patriarch. In the beginning, no one took this ordinary notice board that suddenly appeared and required people to abide by it with morality seriously. But what was incredible was that after His Majesty the Emperor and the Cathedral promulgated these legal articles, the public security environment in the entire Saint Miron and even Feysac immediately improved countless times.

People who had read the notice left one after another, while more people came to read it.

The average height of Feysac people was quite astonishing, so the height of the bulletin board was also over two meters. The increasingly dense crowd moved in front of the board in an orderly and silent manner, without any pushing, collisions, or quarrels.

The young man in ripped jeans finished a whole cigarette in front of the bulletin board. Seeing that there were no new laws, he walked away in boredom.

He walked straight to the lower district and entered a tavern.

The bartender behind the bar was wiping the glasses. Occasionally, bounty hunters would come in to drink in the tavern and discuss in a low voice some recent events in the city. The most common topic was "what kind of punishment will be given for violating the laws posted on the notice board."

"That habitual thief was whipped ten times for stealing a wallet! But there was no one around at the time, and he looked like he was whipped by someone, with his skin torn and blood marks all over his body..."

"No way... is there really an extraordinary power?"

"Of course! The content on the notice board is almost the same every day, but who dares to violate the requirements now? Even the leaders of the gangs in the lower district have to send people to check the requirements on the board every day. Even if they want to violate the rules, they will never do it themselves!"

"I think so too. Haven't you heard that the God of Intis can supply thunder to ordinary people like gas. Last month, I saw a priest in the cathedral throwing fire like a javelin..."

They chatted animatedly, and were careful to avoid mentioning the names of the gods when referring to other gods.

As illegal activities decreased, bounty hunters who were always catching things by wind and shadow began to have no work. Some of them had begun to consider taking on some business such as tracking and catching adultery, but they were worried that these things would appear on the notice board one day. After listening to the idle chatter of those who came to drink, the young man walked to the bar at a leisurely pace and knocked on the black wooden countertop with his hand:

"A glass of strong languid beer, mixed with a quarter of strong malt beer."

A drunkard holding a beer mug laughed loudly: "Lonzi? Malt beer? What kind of man is he if he doesn't drink Nepos!"

This drunken remark caused several guests in the tavern to laugh. If a notice of "no drinking" appeared on the notice board one day, almost all the people in the Feysac Empire would be wiped out. But after they finished laughing, they found that the young man standing in front of the counter had disappeared. The drinkers didn't care and continued to discuss the topics they were interested in, guessing that the other party ran away in shame after being teased.

The drunkards continued to talk about things that they had either experienced personally or heard from others, with saliva flying and their faces turning red.

……

The secret door of the tavern closed, the young man untied his scarf, pulled off his hat, and his red hair suddenly spread out like flames.

He straightened his jacket, ignored the people around him, and walked straight to the only table in the small room, pulled out a soft leather chair, sat down on it, and then put his feet on the table in a very ungraceful manner.

"good morning."

Medici waved casually to the people present, and the people present also waved casually to Him: "Any news today?"

Sitting on a high stool nearby, the young woman from the southern continent who seemed to be a little fuzzy replied after a while:
“What you want is not always there.”

Medici nonchalantly moved on the leather sofa chair, finding the most comfortable spot and staying still: "A conspirator would not act only after seeing ready-made intelligence. Come on, tell me what you found?"

"I always lack confidence in conspiracies and schemes..." The young woman shook her head slowly. She looked absent-minded. The heating in this tavern was not very strong. In the snowy environment of Saint-Milon, she was barefoot and wore a thin patchwork dress with a very ethnic style that looked like a rainbow. "That notice board has invalidated your plan."

"No, I was just testing the limits of the guy who made the law."

"And your behavior was forbidden?"

"Heh, it's normal for a program to be fixed and disabled after reporting an error..."

"Who did you go hunting?"

Medici touched his chin, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "I told you who my target is, right?" The brown-skinned young woman said without hesitation: "You said your target is the current emperor of Feysac, and the Patriarch."

"Yes, only they are worthy of being my targets. I wanted to test the defenses of the Cathedral, so I tried to assassinate the Patriarch who was hiding in the Cathedral and pretending to be the God of War to maintain the country. Anyway, I would have to go there sooner or later." Medici shrugged. "You should know from the notice board that I didn't succeed, but I succeeded in scaring Him. He was so scared that he made a law on the spot. Haha, He is really worried that his affairs will be discovered, but the God of War's extraordinary characteristics have been taken away by another guy. How long can He keep doing this?"

"This will make the Cathedral more vigilant..."

She interrupted herself in the middle of her words: "Oh, I forgot, you are all at the top of the sequence."

"If, as you said, the God of War is dead, then no matter how vigilant they are, their vigilance will be limited... Maintaining the seal will also require a lot of mental and spiritual energy, which will make them nervous and exhausted in the short term."

Medici smiled and was very pleased.

"Do you know what that notice board says?" the woman from the South Continent asked. "If it says 'prohibition of inciting crime' or 'prohibition of inciting others', then our activities will be restricted. Do you have any solution?"

"It's a Level 0 Sealed Artifact. It's as rigid as its former owner. All we need to do is let its laws take effect, but I have no idea yet."

Medici had a lot of experience in troubleshooting, but he didn't have much experience in legislating and contradicting laws. This made him miss someone a little, but the soft feeling of missing someone soon disappeared. He stretched out his hand to the young woman, grabbed the air a few times, and signaled her to give him the information she had collected.

The woman from the Southern Continent moved her fingers slightly, and a notebook flew out from the newspaper rack in the corner and lay flat in front of her.

Before handing it to Medici, the notebook automatically opened and she randomly read a few entries:
"The leader in the market has a lot of back pain because of a severe cold."

"The big man in the weapons industry, the big businessman who lives in the city center, started looking for other markets to promote his surplus products because the demand for weapons dropped sharply after the war."

"The priests of the cathedral privately discussed the black market for slave trade and their dissatisfaction with the abolition of slavery..."

She flipped through a few pages, becoming more and more impatient. Finally, she looked at Medici and said, "Look, it's all this meaningless information."

"Most people here have never been to school, and neither have I. They have no idea of ​​the type of intelligence you need... You're just wasting your time."

"Show me the intelligence." Medici didn't care. "What a waste of time. Didn't you also provide me with your territory and manpower? A crazy woman from the southern continent can have her own power and hide well in the slums of Saint Miron, and even extend an olive branch to me. If this continues, I will doubt that the potion of the 'prisoner' path can also increase IQ. You are not wasting your time in vain."

"The current situation is not suitable for me to indulge... We are just crazy people, not fools."

Hilda handed over the notebook. She was also curious about what Medici could see from this ambiguous information.

"As for helping you, it's only because of your purpose."

Medici laughed and said nothing. He opened his notebook and found the first piece of information that the other party had just read:
"Madam, the market leader, has a severe backache due to a severe cold."

"She went to the cathedral to talk about her troubles and donated a lot of money. The next day, her back pain was effectively relieved."

The next day… Medici couldn’t help but snort.

The day after Larion was assassinated, he rushed out to continue to preside over the situation and respond to believers. This "God of War" is really conscientious.

"…Although some stores' sales have decreased, some stores have received large orders. The tall merchant didn't even bargain. He looked like a newcomer who was easy to rip off. However, since he looked strong, I didn't rip him off."

The only people who are considered tall by the people of Feysac are those who are at least two meters taller, and they are the nobles whose heights have been raised by magic potions for generations...

Medici suddenly thought of the God-forsaken Land.

"Major suppliers to the arms industry are trying to expand into foreign markets..."

"The indigenous resistance forces of the Rorsted Archipelago seem to have purchased quite a lot, and there are also some orders from Loon and Feynaport."

"The food merchants have been doing good business recently, and the church has purchased a large amount of food."

"It is very peaceful and stable in Saint Miron. Rumors and destabilizing factors from the outside world will be eliminated immediately. We will not allow the evil gods and rumors of disrespect for God to pollute the hearts of more devout believers."

Although the God of War died, the power of the church was preserved to the maximum extent because only the God died. At the same time, although the power of the church was preserved to the maximum extent, all the extraordinary characteristics and uniqueness belonging to the God of War were taken away by Bethel Abraham, and at the same time, the emperor of the Einhorn family could not obtain other extraordinary characteristics.

There are only a few angels guarding such a huge country, and the promotion paths of these two angels in power are completely blocked.

The current situation of Patriarch Larion and the entire Feysac royal family is almost like a three-year-old child parading around with gold. No one has taken action yet, simply because the child also has a knife in his hand and does not want to be the first to be scratched by the knife.

If I cause chaos in the Feysac Empire, the Demon of Knowledge might not be able to stop me, but Leodro might not be able to resist grabbing me a few times... It's really annoying. "He" has my uniqueness, and the demon has the remaining sequence one...

Medici thought about the new law he had just seen and found it a little funny.

His judgment was correct. When He came to Feysac, there were always some of those level 0 seals that could react.

It was difficult for Him to completely keep Himself in the dark, and Medici saw no need to do so.

Because his goal is to start a war, and war cannot be started in secret. Moreover, his goal is to hunt down the emperor and religious leaders of this country, and even all the angels of this church that has no God, and then start a war against Loen.

The "Conqueror" of Feysac knew that He was back, and to each other, they had been in the open from the very beginning.

Therefore, Medici chose to make some preparations and take the initiative to attack, catching Patriarch Larion off guard.

Although he didn't kill the other party as expected, he escaped unscathed, which made the other party afraid to act rashly. As expected, the day after Larion was attacked, a rule was added to the board: "No hunter is allowed to hunt in any form in Saint Miron." Isn't this a blatant spy on how many subordinates Medici has and how many people have come?

Medici responded with a sneer. He was not worried at all about being discovered.

This is not because He is confident in His hiding skills, but because He is now alone.

"'Red of War' is completely detained by that old God. If I want to go to war with Loen, I must first seize this country and then gain control of the army. According to common sense, it will take me at least a few years to establish contact and tacit understanding... Is it necessary to win over the Feynapotters... Humph, it's useless to think about these things. It's still too risky to plot under the nose of the 'Omniscient One'. I should ask Klein the Great Snake how he is doing in Utopia someday, and whether it would be convenient for him to give me a blessing or something for the sake of friendship..."

Medici's mind was working quickly, and he was unwilling to give up any bit of support.

"…If only the big snake could quickly catch that little snake, even if he can't become a god, with one more true god-level comrade on our side, the situation here will immediately get better. Come on, Big Snake!"

"With the God of Destiny declaring this war, who can resist?"

"Unfortunately, it is not so easy to get involved in the affairs of their path, otherwise the Lord would have taken action himself long ago, and it would not have become a historical legacy..."

"Let's think about how to deal with the brass book first."

TBC
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good night
(End of this chapter)