Amidst the hustle and bustle on the other side of the wall, Courrier climbed over the wall of the Embroidery Hall.
She took a deep breath and listened to the movements around her. No one noticed. After all, this was only a merchant's business. No matter how tight the defense was, it could not stop the infiltration of the most elite warriors of the Divine Kingdom of Flames.
She used the rockery, pillars, and trees as cover to avoid the people passing by. She walked into the depths of the Embroidery Hall and paid close attention to the movements around her. Soon, she found her target.
Vaguely, she heard shouts coming from afar. It sounded like Chinese, but it was hard to pronounce and strange. Obviously, it was not from the pure Empire. Courrier's heart skipped a beat.
She cautiously approached, passed through two moon gates, and ran along the wall. After turning a corner, she heard neat footsteps and loud slogans coming from the courtyard opposite the wall.
A group of people were running.
And they were asking questions while running.
They were asking questions in Chinese.
But she could tell that the people of the Empire were asking questions, and a group of Slalos were answering.
She listened carefully and heard a heavy voice from the Empire shouting, "Develop sports!
Strengthen the people's physique! "
The group of Slalos actually replied in unison, "This is a small step for us, a big step for the Slalos to integrate into the Empire!"
The Empire person shouted again, "Who are you?!"
The Slalos shouted in unison, "Embroidery Hall Food Co., Ltd. Overseas Members!"
"Who is your leader?"
"Zhang Jianyuan!"
"What is your mission?"
"Be a good screw in the Embroidery Hall, work hard, realize your value, and walk to the peak of life!"
"What is your slogan?"
"For the quiet and blue Empire!"
It was clearly these words that made Courrier feel goosebumps all over her body. She really admired these people for being able to shout shamelessly. At first, Courrier found it funny, but later, her expression slowly changed.
She climbed up the wall and took a peek. Sure enough, she saw a group of Slalos dressed in the same style in a neat line in a wide field. They were running around the field in an orderly manner. A muscular and burly man from the Empire was looking at them with a serious expression with his hands behind his back.
The Empire person shouted, "Well said!
From the moment you put on these clothes, it means that your fate has been completely severed from before!
The Embroidery Hall doesn't care about one's background. It only cares about one's talent. This is your chance to start over! "
"I don't care what you did in the past. I don't care if you're a good person or a bad person. I don't care what sins you've committed. From now on, I'll cut all ties with you!"
"You are no longer lowly people like dirt. From today onwards, under the loving guidance of CEO Zhang and the radiance of Instructor Sun, you will be reborn and become a new person!"
"First of all, straighten your backs and restrain your humble and cowardly eyes. You are the glorious members of the Embroidery Hall. The people around you are your brothers and your companions!
They will become your brothers, your sisters. You must protect them, you must help them, you must love them, because they will treat you the same way! "
"You are all people who have been abandoned by your own country. You have fled to the Empire from thousands of miles away. No one cares whether you live or die. No one cares about the dignity you have lost. But if they don't care, the Embroidery Hall will!"
"Remember!
This is your home!
There is no difference between the people of the Empire and the Slalos!
I have seen the most despicable people of the Empire, and I have also seen the most noble Slalos. Here, race and skin color are not important. Your actions will be the only standard to judge your value!
Those who work hard will be rewarded, and those who are lazy will be despised! "
"You have to support each other, supervise each other, and encourage each other!"
"Discipline as strong as steel!
A unity as strong as steel!
His actions are as tough as steel! "
"Then, you will …"
The Slalos roared in unison, "Invincible!"
Courrier felt that his heart was about to jump out.
What a funny scene.
Empty but provocative words.
He carefully pondered over the words that were full of flaws.
There were no substantive promises. He only relied on such boring words. Just like those swindlers who deceived the commoners at the bottom and the ignorant villagers in the countryside, he used promises that he would never fulfill to give others a false picture of the future …
But they were fooled?
Why were they fooled?
They were descendants of flames. They were so young and didn't look stupid. How could they …
"Very good!
You are the first batch of Slalos to join the Embroidery Hall, and you are also the backbone that President Zhang thinks highly of. You will receive the transformation and education of the Embroidery Hall before your other compatriots. You will become more useful and powerful people before them. You bear the expectations of the president, and you also bear an important mission! "
The voice of the Empire's man was still loud and powerful. He was capable and valiant, and he was filled with unique authority. Everyone looked at him with fanaticism and obedience in their eyes.
He said in a loud and clear voice, "After you finish a period of training, you will be disbanded and reintegrated into a new environment. The people around you will become new compatriots who have doubts about all of this. Your task is to take care of them, guide them, and educate them. Cooperate with the corporate culture publicity department of Embroidery Hall, tell them about the spirit of freedom, and convey the benevolence of President Zhang to them!"
"Those who have contributed will be rewarded. Among you, there will be someone who will be envied by everyone!"
"Maybe it will be you!
Maybe it will be you!
Maybe it will be you! "
He pointed at everyone in the crowd. "Because of your loyal work and diligence, you will be appreciated by the president. You will be promoted, your salary will be increased, and you will embrace the future. You will be assigned an independent house by the Embroidery Hall, have a comfortable vacation, and be respected and envied by everyone … Every one of you may become the best example and encourage everyone else to work hard to become people like you!"
He pounded his chest hard and roared, "Invincible, my brothers!"
Everyone roared in unison, "Invincible!"
Creel had already quietly landed on the top of the wall. Her eyes were full of shock. She felt a great sense of unease. After moving forward for a while, she even saw another group of Slalos. They seemed to be newly recruited. These people, who were nervous and fearful of the future, also heard the blazing slogan.
The person in charge of leading them smiled and said, "Those are the first batch of employees who were secretly recruited yesterday. They were personally selected by President Zhang. They are your compatriots and will soon become your companions. They are enthusiastic, brave, friendly, and strong. They have gradually integrated into the Embroidery Hall and are ready to fight for the future of the company and their own tomorrow … You will be like them."
What shocked Courrier was that when the Slalos newcomers heard these words and the fanatical slogans from the other side of the wall, there was no disdain or sneer on their faces. Instead, there was … envy?
It was like a hungry person seeing people who were eating and drinking, or a person who lacked the ability to move seeing a group of energetic people.
"What … What is going on …"
She even thought of the man named Andrei, who had a strong body but was as weak as a sheep.
Just now, those people who were fanatically shouting slogans, constantly shouting, and running with all their strength although they were physically weak … She was sure that those people who had become fanatical under the instigation of the people from the Empire were just Slalos like Andrei, a group of losers who had fled from the Theocracy and were still struggling at the bottom of society. They … How could they become like this?
What kind of joke was this?
She seemed to be unable to understand why this was happening. She looked up and looked around. Every blade of grass and tree in the Embroidery Hall became strange in her eyes. She really did not believe that those empty slogans could make the noble descendants of fire become another person, not to mention that those people were just a group of dregs who had betrayed their country, fugitives, and liars …
Just as her mind was in a mess, there was the sound of finishing. She quickly hid in the bushes on the side and saw that the dozens of Slalos were still lined up neatly. Their faces were dripping with sweat, but they did not wipe it away. With unprecedented pride and satisfaction, they looked straight ahead and passed by a group of messy Slalos newcomers.
Their neat footsteps and neat attire, their faces that were drenched in sweat without wiping it away, and their imposing manner with their heads held high, left the Slalos who had just entered shocked and dumbfounded.
Then, shock and envy appeared on the faces of the newcomers.
"Are you envious?
Do you want to become that kind of person?
The Embroidery Hall is enough to let you be reborn and bid farewell to your past self. "
The Embroidery Hall instructor in charge of leading the newcomers said with a smile, "Let's go and collect our uniforms. Then, we will conduct a one-day ideological education course. Our director has a lot to say to everyone …"
Courrier did not hear the words "ideological education course" because she had already secretly followed the Slalos who were finishing up. Otherwise, she would definitely have changed her mind.
This Blazing Angel Flame Guard secretly followed behind this group of people. She could not believe that the power of words could make a group of hopeless scum be reborn in such a short period of time. She felt that Zhang Jianyuan must have used some despicable method, such as a mysterious medicine passed down from the ancient East, some kind of hypnotic spell, or … the Imperial Army with special powers.
She had to figure out the reason.
But after following them all the way, she smelled the aroma of food. After being stunned for a moment, she realized that this group of people had arrived at a cafeteria. The Slalos lined up, and their instructor lectured in front of them. "According to the training course set by the president, although you are the group with the best ideological awareness, you are still far from it!
In the morning, you will conduct team coordination exercises for discipline and unity. In the afternoon, you will continue to strengthen your ideology and learn. Now, you are dismissed and eat! "
Suddenly, someone raised his hand. "Report!"
The instructor nodded and said, "Speak."
The Slalos who spoke swallowed his saliva and asked impatiently, "Excuse me … Excuse me, breakfast, is there … that?"
The instructor looked at him with a sullen face until the Slalos' eyes began to shrink. Then, the instructor smiled. "The Embroidery Hall started out doing this. How can there not be any?
Everyone in the Embroidery Hall has their own responsibilities. Just like my mission is to train you well, your mission is to sharpen yourself to serve the company, and the chef's mission is to feed you!
Eat to your heart's content, little brats! "
The Slalos looked at each other, then let out a cheer and walked into the cafeteria with hurried footsteps.
"That?"
What was it?
Vodka?
Sausage?
Courrier was a little puzzled. She secretly went to the other side of the cafeteria and nimbly climbed up to the roof. She lifted a tile and looked down. She saw dozens of Slalos sitting at a few long tables, holding the chopsticks that the people of the Empire used to eat. Their tables were filled with porridge, pickles, steamed buns, and other food. The aroma even made Courrier's fingers twitch, but no one put their chopsticks down. They were all looking forward, as if waiting for something.
But soon, Courrier saw the answer. She saw a few chefs carrying dark-colored jars with smiles on their faces.
Seeing this jar, all the Slalos cheered.
What was this?
Some kind of delicacy from the Empire?
Or was it good wine?
She knew a few kinds of delicacies that were stored in jars, and she also knew that the people of the Empire were used to burying wine in jars. She was more inclined to the latter … Could it be that the people of the Empire used good wine to capture the hearts of these good-for-nothing fellows?
This … This was pardonable …
Although she despised the betrayal of these guys, Creel still looked forward to it because of her Slalor genes. She watched as the cooks placed the jars on the table and prepared to open them. She also leaned her head down, ready to smell the delicious wine that made the Slalor people obedient to their every command.
Then …
"…"
“？？”
“！！”
At this moment, Courrier's brain almost stopped thinking. Within a few seconds after the jars were opened, the volatile smell of the substance inside rushed into the sky. But this smell … this smell …
This smell is not right, Kuma!
Why … Why does it smell like shit!
Courrier still thought that there was something wrong with her sense of smell, but when she looked carefully, she saw that the descendants of the Fire cheered and put a big spoon into the jar to stir, and then scooped out the dark green substance. Some of it was dry, some of it was sticky, and the terrible smell filled their noses, but these people did not feel it at all. They had expectant smiles on their faces, and then they scrambled to smear the substance on the steamed buns, poured it into the porridge, smeared it on the rice, and even stuffed it directly into their mouths. They closed their eyes and carefully rejected it. Then, they looked up at the sky and sighed in satisfaction!
— — Spirit of the Fire, ahhhhh!
Even the seasoned Seraph almost broke her cognitive world when she saw this scene. She hugged her head tightly, as if she was afraid that her head would explode in the next moment. She really could not believe that the people of the Fire, who had received the teachings of the Spirit of the Fire since young, who grew up in the Fire Kingdom, who were full of pride and passion, could actually eat … eat that kind of thing so happily!
In a flash, Courrier's mind flashed a trace of understanding!
Understood, everything understood, there was only one truth!
It must be like this … This was not shit, but some kind of medicine that Zhang Jianyuan used in this ancient eastern country to control people's minds. Just like those despicable wizards, he used all kinds of disgusting things like dead babies, bones, hearts, and other disgusting things to brew an even more disgusting medicine, and then forced these Slalos to eat it to control their thoughts. After these people ate these poisons, their cognition changed. Not only did they no longer resist, but they also became addicted!
The more they ate, the deeper Zhang Jianyuan's control … It must be like this!
This horrible scene had already made Courrier unable to bear to watch. She silently took a bomb from her belt, wanting to send these people back to the embrace of the Spirit of the Fire.
Then, she felt that it was inappropriate … If she made such a big noise, not only would it alarm Zhang Jianyuan and scare him away, but it would also attract attention and trouble …
Just as she was hesitating about what to do, suddenly, a fierce bell rang!
Courrier's eyes sharpened, and she jumped down from the wall. In the canteen, the instructor had already thrown away the steamed bun in his hand and suddenly stood up. "Alert!
This is the sound of a blue alert … Enemy invasion! "
Hearing this, Courrier sneered slightly … Andre, that bold ant, good, very good …
At this time, the instructor had already rushed out with a group of Slalos and shouted, "What's going on?
Who's ringing the bell? "
This instructor's position in the Embroidery Hall was obviously not low, and soon, someone hurried over. The two of them exchanged glances and ordered the Slalos to stay where they were. They went to a hidden place and whispered.
Courrier approached cautiously and heard their conversation. "What?
Someone from the Blazing Flames Order from the Lifire Nation has snuck in? "
"Yes, most likely," the person said in a low voice.
"It's An Li, who's in the limelight in the product department, who said it. He guaranteed it … The security department's meaning is that we have to guard against it. If it's a normal spy, then it's fine. We can catch him and throw him into the well, but the Blazing Flames Order … involves the Lifire Nation and cannot be underestimated. We have to let the CEO make the decision."
That instructor muttered, "But the CEO is currently a guest at the Marquis Jingan fu …"
"There's no other way. You take people to be on guard first and at least find the person. I'll immediately rush to the Marquis Jingan fu and invite the CEO back to take charge of the situation." The person said hurriedly. "There's no time to lose. I'll leave this matter to you. I'll be back soon!"
The two of them acted swiftly and immediately made a decision. The person who reported the news led a fast horse and rushed out from the back door. The instructor blew the whistle and began to arrange the search. Courrier looked at the figure of the person who left. After a moment, he revealed a cold smile — Zhang Jianyuan, I was just about to go find you!
Meanwhile, at the cafeteria, the people who were eating just now left in a swarm. The chefs looked at the mess on the table and laughed bitterly. Suddenly, someone exclaimed in surprise, "Why is there one jar of stinky tofu missing?"
— — This was the reason why Creel would appear in front of Marquis Jingan fu's gate and when he heard Zhang Jianyuan's voice, anger rose in his heart and his evil guts grew, throwing that jar of stinky tofu over.
Of course, as a Russian who came from the Blazing Flames Divine Right Nation, which was famous for its firearms, after she threw out the jar of "Wizard Medicine", she also did something very Russian without anyone teaching her.
Looking at the jar that flew into the air and rushed towards the parlor, Courrier raised his hand and raised the gun on his right wrist.
"Prepare yourself!"
Bang!