When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Pico sat in the hall, looking around despite being tied up.

This hall in the Gulag Monastery was about three fathoms high, with cruciform arches meeting in the middle, and a faded mural of the birth of Misella on the dome.

Compared to the exquisite room, the decorations and furniture seemed simple—that is, nonexistent.

The entire hall was empty, with only a chair in the center.

Pico was trapped in the chair, left with nothing to do but count the acanthus leaf patterns on the pilasters.

After informing them of his identity, no one had come for half a day.

What was there to discuss? Wasn't it the same old process?

These people are unprofessional, Pico thought, clicking his tongue and shaking his head.

As an envoy sent by Quincy, Pico had two tasks.

The first was to cooperate with the secret society in advance and discuss the handover of people and heads.

Pico was no stranger to these secret society negotiations; he was experienced.

The second issue was a question from Quincy: he wanted the people here not to surrender immediately but to put up a fake fight.

Injure a few of them, so Quincy would have a reason to get a bigger share from Cici.

Honestly, if he hadn't come with the first issue, Bonade would not have let him come so easily.

That damned Bonade, his mind was entirely on women.

While he was lost in thought, the fir wood door was kicked open with a bang, and several people in red robes walked in, accompanied by a grating creak.

These must be the secret society members who started the uprising.

"I'm so sorry, are you from the church? Someone, untie him quickly."

At Chirvis's command, several guards stepped forward, clumsily untying Pico's ropes.

"We're really sorry, those were the Knights Templar from our church, they're always like that. He's a confidant of Father Duldauf, and none of us dare to do anything to him."

"Then why does he always mention His Holiness the Pope, His Holiness the Pope?"

"That Pope is our scapegoat, we usually call him Pope to appease the common people, it must be a habit."

Holding Pico's shoulders, Madelaine smiled, "Brother, we've been waiting for you! When will the heavenly soldiers arrive? As soon as they arrive, we'll surrender immediately."

"No rush, no rush." Shaking off Madelaine's rough hands, Pico stood up, stretching his numb body and walking around the room as if no one was there.

He moved his body for a while, combing his hair back: "How is Father Duldauf? Where are you holding him?"

"Father is doing well!" Madelaine's smile was a little stiff. "Nothing's wrong, he's quiet."

"Oh, how's his health? Is he injured?"

"Minor injuries, minor injuries, the Father didn't even say ouch, that body is too healthy."

"Ah?"

"Madelaine means his body is very healthy." Grampin squeezed Madelaine behind him. "After all, he can't go out, he stays in a small room every day, he's much thinner than before."

Pico nodded, that's right, Father Duldauf was detained by them and couldn't go out, so he probably had nothing to do but exercise.

"Since Father Duldauf is fine, we can talk business."

"Sit down."

Several papal guards brought small round tables and stools, and Pico sat down with them.

Knowing that these people were high-ranking members of the rebel uprising, Pico didn't bother with any greetings, after all, he didn't know them, so he went straight to the point.

"Here's the thing, as you know, this flood came at the wrong time, and now the heretic Juanuo and Bishop Constance are fighting fiercely.

The Thousand River Valley is full of rioters flying Juanuo's banner, and various secret societies are fanning the flames, so the demon hunter corps has to go everywhere to suppress them.

Lord Barnifus wants to do something practical, set an example, and show his face in front of His Excellency Constance and the King.

The Bishop has declared to the outside world that you have ten thousand people and are the largest rebel force entrenched nearby, with extraordinary strength.

Do you understand what I mean?"

Madelaine and Chirvis looked at each other, Grampin seemed to realize something, and his body trembled slightly: "You don't mean..."

Seeing that these people still didn't understand, Pico scratched the back of his head irritably.

"I won't beat around the bush." Straightening up, Pico held out five fingers: "Four hundred heretic heads, preferably male, and that Pope and Bishop or whatever, must be captured alive."

Veins bulged on Madelaine's forehead, he clenched his right fist tightly, but Chirvis grabbed his wrist.

"I still don't understand, if we just chop off their heads, we only have so many people, what if those villagers get alarmed and run away?" Grampin stood in front of Madelaine, blocking Pico's view.

Pico looked Grampin up and down and asked pretentiously, "Are you new here?"

"Not that new."

"Come, let me teach you." Smiling and patting his knee, Pico leaned forward: "To get these heads, you have to come up with a clever excuse.

Find a leader and say you won't do anything to them, at most lock them up for a few days, then tie them up with ropes.

Take them away in batches, kill them in batches, kill the people in front, and don't let the people behind see it.

It's best to process the heads, such as drawing a few devil tattoos, inserting two pig teeth into their mouths, otherwise who would believe they are secret society members, right?

When stacking them on the cart, there are also skills, put the children and women at the bottom and inside, and put adult men outside."

Now it was Grampin's turn to look unnatural.

Pico hadn't noticed the change in Grampin and the others' expressions yet, and was still talking incessantly.

"I know, ah, I know, you must want to surrender, but you're unlucky, this time it can't be solved with a simple surrender."

Pico crossed his legs: "The momentum you've created this time is too great, not only must that fake Pope be handed over to be beheaded, but according to Bishop Barnifus's intention, you red-robed cardinals must all be handed over, but..."

"But what?" Squeezing Madelaine to the back, Chirvis walked to Grampin's side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

"But I can help with this matter, such as letting you go and saying you died on the battlefield." Pico crossed his palms and placed them on his knees: "As long as you can do me a small favor first."

"Small favor?"

"Yes, I want you to fight a fake battle with us!"