The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Twilight City, afternoon.

In an abandoned warehouse occupied by no one, the piled burlap sacks and wooden boxes exuded a musty, moldy odor.

The afternoon sun slanted through the grime-covered skylight, cutting beams of light in the air, illuminating the dancing dust and the occasional passing blue butterfly.

Within this tranquil dust and light, a corner's shadow suddenly twisted and wriggled as if imbued with life.

In an instant, Luo Yan's figure silently emerged from the shadow, lightly patting non-existent dust off his robe.

Seeing the master appear in the warehouse, Sarah, who was leaning by the door, also stepped out from the shadow, respectfully touching the ground with one knee.

"Lord Demon King."

Today was the scheduled regular contact time.

She had been waiting here for quite some time.

Looking at the kneeling Sarah, Luo Yan gently nodded, signaling her to stand.

"Rise and speak."

"At your command."

Sarah stood respectfully in front of Luo Yan and began to report on the work done over this period.

"...Firstly, regarding the latest developments of the Salvation Army. As you anticipated, the great fire in Roland City provided us with an excellent opportunity. While King Theo was busy flaunting his power on the castle terrace, Grega had already led the Salvation Army's elite scouts to place eyes in that scorched slum."

Luo Yan had heard about this matter; rumors of the winter fire had already been brought to Thunder City by ferrymen and traveling merchants on the Rushing River, and the Thunder City Daily had also reported on it in a few articles.

"He's not flaunting his power; this guy is quite cunning." Luo Yan gave a faint smile, offering a fair evaluation.

Although the citizens of Thunder City mocked the king's foolishness from their perspective, true observers could see that the king was using the most sophisticated methods of taming.

Third-rate dog trainers only know how to beat, second-rate ones beat and then give a bone, but first-rate trainers do all of the above and also instill excellent self-management awareness in the dogs, allowing the expansion of the ranch.

He wants the citizens of Roland City to laugh at funerals, cry at weddings, making them develop the skill of assessing the situation, thereby achieving self-castration. When someone says something he doesn't like, these eunuch-like agents will rush forward to sew up another's mouth for him.

It's certain that this person is a Machiavellian without any faith; the Holy Word Book is just oily words on his lips, the Judicial Court and the Green Forest Army are tools he uses to leverage power, and he can even take advantage of the winter fire.

Too bad he doesn't have Niccolo Machiavelli's writing skills and patience, or he could surely write The Prince of this world.

"But precisely because of his arrogance, our results are quite remarkable."

There was a hint of credit-seeking in Sarah's tone as she continued in a soft voice.

"On that ruin, the Salvation Army absorbed a large number of poor people who lost everything in the fire. We told them who the real enemy was. Under Grega's guidance, they quickly accepted the teachings of the New Testament, pledged allegiance to Holy Daughter, and realized the true enemy."

"Not only that, but with the help of the Salvation Army, they regained the motivation to survive. Some of them went to work in tavern kitchens, some became household servants, some became street vendors, and even peasants on estates... infiltrating Roland City and even the surrounding Earl Domains, developing more branches for us."

"On this basis, Grega established a new underground intelligence organization in Roland City, in charge of setting up the intelligence network of Ryan Kingdom. He named it 'Holy Mark.'

Luo Yan nodded; this name seemed quite fitting.

In Roland City, blessed by Holy Light, they are the ugly scars that the followers of Holy Light are unwilling to face, the cracks hidden beneath the candlesticks.

"As for this," Sarah took out a scroll from beneath her cloak and gently handed it to her master, "it is the first piece of intelligence delivered since Holy Mark's establishment... Grega deemed it important enough to be handled by you, Lord Divine Son, personally."

Luo Yan took the scroll, unrolling it in front of him, with an expression of great interest on his face.

Goodness—

Ryan Kingdom's secret police?

But it's not surprising.

In reference to Earth's history, Renaissance-era feudal monarchs always valued intelligence work, like the most renowned Louis XI, known as the "Spider King," with spies scattered throughout the France Kingdom's court and even those of neighboring countries.

Hugo's Notre Dame Cathedral depicts the ecology of Parisian citizens during Louis XI's reign, with side portrayals of the events. The tragedy's onset was also due to Louis XI's roar to the archers—"Exterminate! Kill the beggars, hang the witches! Leave no one alive!"

Of course, in reality, Louis XI never uttered those words, as literary works shouldn't be read as history books. Even classics, written by humans, should only be considered dialectically.

For instance, Notre Dame Cathedral, being filled with Hugo's private interpretations, as every word was privately written by him.

And if one desires truly unbiased "public" writing, it seems only examining Gauss's "Research on Arithmetic" will suffice, for only science subjected to repeated scrutiny by countless scholars is truly the coldest.

Or perhaps, sharing the same exploratory spirit for science as Gauss, one might consult the memoirs of those around Louis XI to search for the ink traces in the blank spaces of Notre Dame Cathedral.

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