The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 855 Ch.854 Talking and Angering
Whether it was the fruit that turned a person into a flame, or the fruit that spit out freezing mist and stretched and shortened oneself - if this story was told by a young child to the executor, he and his parents would probably spend between half a month and half a year in jail, depending on his mood.

And for some reason, the 'executors' in this land are more 'harsh' than those in London.

From pariah to slavery is just a word from them.

soon.

The white-robed guards gathered all the children in the village and interrogated them one by one:

The child had never seen such a scene before, and he wished he could find out where his mother's wooden pestle was hidden.

The more they talked, the thicker the confessions became in the guards' hands.

If you can’t catch the rebel, you can’t return empty-handed.

A group of foreigners preaching witchcraft and sorcery, with locals as guides - what do they want to do? What institution in the empire do they come from? What conspiracy do they have?
The treaty is about to be signed, and every question asked here represents a huge contribution.

The Chang Geng guards stayed up late with lights on until late at night before they were satisfied:

In addition to those strange fruits, they also heard more "terrible" secrets - this story was well-made, which showed that it was not a whim but a premeditated one.

Disguised as 'executives', what tricks do these foreigners have in mind?
The leader stared at the light of the wick.

Where the gods could not hear, the white dove flapped its wings and flew into the layers of darkness.

The man in white robe standing by the window looked at the flying pigeon until he could no longer see its tail feathers. Then he turned to the side of the table and bowed slightly:

"grown ups."

The leader looked up.

"Master Zhang said that rebellion must not be tolerated," the white-robed subordinate lowered his head, with a loose hood covering his entire face, "But... they are just stupid women and ignorant children."

The leader glanced at him and said, "Say what you want to say."

"grown ups…"

"explain."

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered up the courage: "Master Zhang..."

This Zhang Dusi was obviously the real leader of Changgeng. As a Changgeng guard for several years, the man was naturally aware of Master Zhang's attitude towards those who rebelled and came into contact with the magic.

Those who speak only a few words will become male slaves and female prostitutes.

Even worse, there was no restraint and all men, women, young and old were beheaded.

As a "guard", he would never dare and should not disobey the orders of his captain or even the commander. But this time there were too many children and too many women involved - and that Lord Zhang and his deputy were not here...

If we control the scale a little bit, maybe we can let these idiots live a few more years.

If I were to say I felt pity, I wouldn't really.

But the whole village just lost all the men, and now the women and children are going to be gone. Changgeng Si...isn't it a massacre...

"What did Lord Zhang say?" the leader suddenly asked.

"Rebellion and evildoers must not be tolerated," the subordinate immediately replied, "…When good intentions arise, disaster will spread all over the land."

"It seems you know it too."

The leader raised his head slightly.

In the candlelight, the face carved out of hard iron was stern and murderous: "Changgengsi is not a place to teach you to be kind."

He saw his men bowing to apologize and slowly waved their hands at him.

"It's not like we haven't lost brothers before. You've been here for three years, so you've seen a lot. Broken fingers, arms, broken legs, disabled or dead... Have the evil rebels ever shown mercy? Look at the corpses scattered all over the ground, the cruel methods used, the rampant behavior - the law cannot be leaked, the skills cannot be passed on lightly..."

There was a pause.

"Give it a few years and you won't be able to say such nonsense anymore."

The young man in white robe felt very ashamed.

The leader didn't care, and his coldness gradually melted away in the dim light.

"sit."

"…grown ups."

"My Lord won't waste so much time talking to you."

The subordinate scratched his head: "...Brother Zhao."

Only then was Zhao Chuzhe satisfied.

"When working for Lord Zhang and Lord Tuji, you have to understand one thing: if you do it well and thoroughly, it will either be a merit or hard work. If you don't do it well and thoroughly, you will either be able to appease them for a while but end up with an omission. Or you will not even be able to appease them for a while, and be charged with the crime of deceiving the emperor - you know that the people above Changgeng are..." The fingers he was stroking on the table curled up a little bit imperceptibly.

The young man in white robe didn't dare to look up.

Seeing his expression, Zhao Chuzhe couldn't help but smile: "I didn't see you scared when you advised me just now."

The subordinate smiled innocently: "I am...I am..."

"You just think they shouldn't die?" Zhao Chuzhe sneered, "They are like pigs and dogs, illiterate, yet they are still talking about the law and the art. If these people really get the secret, what do you think they will do?"

The young man was puzzled: "I am also Brother Zhao..."

"You are different," Zhao Chuzhe shook his head, "Your father died for the court. If he had not rebelled, then..."

He was silent for a moment and skipped the topic.

"The court has no shortage of manpower, but only loyalty is needed. Just follow me and wait for Lord Zhang to make great progress in his career..."

The young man wanted to ask Master Zhang how he could make it big, but after a second thought, he suppressed the thought.

"There are too many rebellious people and too few guards. The court should recruit more capable people." The young man sighed, with some dissatisfaction in his words.

Now that there was a bloody incident at the port, Chang Geng’s division had actually received reports of the anomaly long ago.

Unfortunately, there are not enough soldiers.

At the time, they were chasing another group of rebels, and despite their best efforts, they were still a day too late...

There are still too few people.

"This time, the foreigners have something to say."

Zhao Chuzhe has a different opinion from him.

"Choose talents and loyalty. The Dharma is only a Dharma in the hands of a few people. Silly boy, if one day even the herders on the pasture can use it, what should you and I do?"

The young man in white robes didn't understand: "How can a beginner in the art of mortals compare to me and my elder brother?"

Zhao Chuzhe shook his head.

Some people just have that ability.

Ten years of suffering are not as good as one day.

Mr. Zhang above him is a good example.

He is younger than himself, and his exposure to the law is very different: but the other party can take his head in a snap of his fingers.

People are different.

This made Zhao Chuzhe jealous and angry at first, but now he sincerely admires the court's correctness.

If wonderful Dharma were to spread everywhere in such a vast country, disaster would surely occur.

“…It seems like a strange idea.”

The young man was not stingy with his words, after all, he was his elder brother Zhao.

"You are the only one with a brain?" Zhao Chuzhe glared, "Are the others far inferior to you?"

Of course he knew it was Juqi, but this was a very good Juqi.

What is the difference between Dharma, artillery and bullets?
All of this should be in the hands of the court.

It is precisely because some rebellious people easily spread the Dharma that the current situation has occurred.

These people will run in front and spread the magic, and they will chase them and confiscate them from behind.

Although most people are well aware of the consequences of coming into contact with a demon, there are always those with weak wills who are lured down this path.

Is this something you can learn?
The young man in white robes showed anger on his face: "…If the wonderful Dharma had been widely spread, we wouldn't have to teach it to foreigners now—"

"How dare you say that," Zhao Chuzhe raised his eyebrows, "How many bowls of rice can the foreigners eat? If they come, they will have to cross the sea and give their lives to them in advance. We have hundreds of millions of soldiers, so why should we be afraid?"

The voice changed.

"But the ones in front of me have red eyes, like pigs and dogs, and they have rebellious intentions..." Zhao Chuzhe leaned forward, his narrow eyes sharp: "The enemy only looted money and food, but the servants coveted the mansion and the steps..."

After this, there was no way to continue.

The young Chang Geng guard naturally understood that he was also the owner of this "mansion".

The night is long and endless, and I can only sigh.

(End of this chapter)