When the Saint comes, she does not collect food.

"What? Tomley is going to attack me tomorrow night?"

Madland almost dropped the wooden bowl he was holding.

He found a flat spot, put down the wooden bowl, and strode forward three steps. Lowering his voice, he asked, "Where did you get this information?"

The middle-aged farmer looked around furtively before whispering, "My wife told me. Her cousin's neighbor is Tomley's mistress's cousin.

Tomley told that prostitute himself, he said, 'That bastard Madland, I'm going to take his life tomorrow night. How dare he come after me?'"

"Is it true?"

"Absolutely true." A young man in shorts and a vest said anxiously, "Tomley's thug is my aunt's patron. Last night, he told her to stay away.

My aunt came to my house for breakfast this morning and told me to hide my family in advance."

Madland looked towards Frick, who was hiding behind the crowd. Frick was wiping sweat from his forehead, almost burying his head in his chest.

What was the point of blaming Frick now? The deed was already done. Was he supposed to go to Tomley and say it was all a misunderstanding?

Madland fell silent. He sat down on a large rock, not saying a word.

The faint morning light was somewhat opalescent, edging Madland's seated figure with a white border.

Sitting there, he looked like a marble sculpture, motionless.

"Boss, say something."

"Yeah, what should we do?"

The seven or eight people surrounding Madland were basically his inner circle, sharing his fortunes and misfortunes.

"I'm asking you." Madland raised his head, looking at the middle-aged farmer. "Are you saying that Tomley is already outside the monastery?"

"Depending on the situation, he might be outside during the day and go back at night, unless he has to stay out overnight... you know," the middle-aged farmer said with a wink.

"Damn it, I don't want to provoke him, but he wants to provoke me." After a few more seconds of silence, Madland's expression gradually became ferocious. "He's going to sneak attack me tomorrow, is he? Fine, we'll strike first tonight and catch him."

"How do we catch him?" The young man in shorts immediately perked up, looking at Madland with bright eyes.

"We'll go to his tent and catch him first. He's not going to attack until tomorrow night, so he won't be prepared today."

"What if he's not there?"

"Then we'll block him at the entrance of the monastery and notify His Holiness the Pope. As long as he can't run outside, with Saint Jeanne's combat power, by the time those armed farmers gather, it'll be too late."

Everyone present fell silent. Only the young man in shorts remained energetic: "As expected of Boss Madland, you easily thought of things we couldn't."

"Wait." A mature middle-aged man stopped him. "If we take action, we'll probably have to mobilize those serfs and vagrants, gathering at most twenty or thirty people. Is that enough?"

"Don't worry, I have the Pope's secret decree, ordering me to eliminate the powerful minister Tomley and rescue His Holiness the Pope. Aren't there Papal Guard auxiliary troops? With this secret decree, they will definitely listen to me."

Madland rubbed his chin: "You guys go spread rumors first, saying that Tomley isn't going to release grain anymore.

Then, at night, we won't say we're going to catch Tomley, we'll just say we're going to discuss the grain release, that we're going to protest.

Once we catch Tomley, they'll have no choice but to stand on our side, understand?"

"Understood."

"Also, no matter who it is, even if it's your own mother asking, even if angels descend, you're not allowed to say anything, got it?" Madland gave a fierce look to the smirking Frick.

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"Achoo!"

Hoon suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose. His illness was almost gone, so why was he sneezing again?

"It's just a sneeze, why are you looking at me? Keep reciting."

"Three fours are twelve, four fours are sixteen..." The child soldiers squeezed in front of the writing desk continued to recite loudly with bitter faces.

Taking out a handkerchief, Hoon wiped his nose while looking up at the sky.

The sky was as clear as water, high and deep, without a ripple. In the picture frame formed by the four monastery walls, it looked like a dynamic oil painting.

The early autumn wind was neither cold nor hot, but filled with a cool feeling. In the flowerbeds in the courtyard, various flowers were spread out, like boxes filled with jewelry.

How comfortable it would be to go on an outing on such a day, but unfortunately, Hoon does not currently have that authority.

"You continue," After enjoying the coolness of autumn for a while, Hoon turned his attention back to reality.

In front of him was René, the child soldier who took the first blood back then. This was an extremely intelligent child.

Despite being isolated in the monastery, Hoon still wanted to know the information outside the monastery, and the child soldiers were children, and it was not easy to be discovered when entering and leaving.

So, Hoon simply found a group of clever children and formed a secret little intelligence organization called "Cheka."

The first batch of Cheka spies consisted of five people, directly responsible to Hoon.

Hoon originally wanted to appoint René as the leader of the Cheka organization. This kid was not only a first-term child soldier, but also had military exploits.

At a young age, he was calm and composed, with a flexible mind, making him the best person to be this intelligence director.

But unfortunately, when Hoon talked to René, Carrie was by his side.

When Hoon said that Cheka was made up of the smartest children in the child soldiers, Carrie immediately refused, and started acting up, insisting on being the director of Cheka.

As for René, he showed his calm and clever character, generously giving the key position of Cheka director to the 25-year-old sister Carrie.

Hoon then awarded René the position of Cheka intelligence director.

According to habit, René summarizes the intelligence every three days and reports to Hoon.

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"...Two days ago, Rector once again went to his sister's residence to conduct..."

"...Doyle of the Ryland family stole the private money hidden by his father..."

"...Tomley was outside for most of last night, but he didn't go looking for [skilled women]..."

Listening to René finish telling his scattered harvest, Hoon was even a little caught off guard.

He never expected that in these short three days, René would actually get intelligence. Whether it was important or not, much or not, it was indeed very explosive.

"These news are basically confirmed, and there are some unconfirmed ones, such as Madland wanting to sneak attack Tomley, Tomley wanting to attack Madland, etc., are just rumors, so I didn't say them.

These news are being sorted out by Almand the reciter. If you want to see them, they are expected to be delivered this afternoon."

"Where did you get this intelligence from?" Hoon rubbed René's little head, unable to imagine how these things were investigated.

René shook his head: "When I was a vagrant with my mother before, I had to find out information everywhere to find porridge shops...

Those adults don't care about children at all. When we are playing, they are like they don't see us, and they will say many things they can't say.

Before, the Papal Guard also collected a lot of information, and Centurion Jeshka has summarized them all here."

I see, Hoon suddenly realized.

Although René is a child soldier, in fact, the entire Gulag Papal State, whether it is Tomley, Madland, or those monks, they all think these child soldiers are just a joke.

Child soldiers, child soldiers, after all, they are just children.

In the eyes of most people, this is just His Holiness the Pope, venting his anger with Tomley who imprisoned him.

"Not bad." Hoon touched all over his body, and finally took out a delicate dagger and gave it to René, "Keep up the good work."

Flipping through these explosive news, Hoon couldn't help but sigh, with just a thousand people, the water is not shallow.

"Dang——" A melodious bell rang.

Rolling up these intelligence, Hoon immediately stood up and came to the group of shivering child soldiers.

"Small test, one hourglass (half an hour) of time, after the test, go run laps with sticks, after running, don't rush to leave, those who I haven't called are allowed to leave."

The monks who copied the test papers distributed more than forty test papers to these orphans, and each person also had a charcoal pen.

"I'll say it again, I don't care if you could write numbers before, here, you must use Arabic... Galar numbers, anyone who uses anything else will get zero points."

In a wail, Hoon turned the hourglass upside down and placed it on the table, and those wails instantly turned into rustling writing sounds.

"Your Holiness." The monk next to him looked unbearable, "These children get up when the rooster crows in the morning and have to train until the moon is in the middle of the sky before they sleep. Is it too..."

"What's wrong with that? It's good that I didn't make them get up at five thirty to do morning exercises. Back then... I mean, when I was in heaven, I was much more tired than them."

ps There will be another chapter later