Chapter 61 The war is coming
Pico sat in the room, and although he was tied up, he was still looking around.

The interior space of this Gulag monastery is about 3 feet high, with cross-shaped arches meeting in the middle and a faded mural of the Nativity of Myrcella on the dome.

Compared with the exquisite rooms, the decorations and furniture in this room seem so simple - that is, there is nothing.

The entire room was empty except for a chair in the middle.

Pico was trapped in his chair, bored and counting the acanthus leaf patterns on the pilasters.

After I told the other party my identity, no one came for most of the day.

What is there to discuss? Isn't this an old procedure?
What an unprofessional group of people! Pico curled his lips and shook his head.

As an envoy sent by Quincy, Pico had two missions on this trip.

The first is to reach cooperation with the secret parties in advance and discuss the issue of handing over people and heads.

This was not the first time that Pico had negotiated the unspoken rules between the church and the secret party, so he was very familiar with it.

The second question was asked on behalf of Quincy. He hoped that the people here would not surrender at the beginning, but instead have a fake fight.

By injuring a few of them, Quincy would have a reason to get a bigger share from Sissi.

To be honest, if he hadn't come with the first question, I'm afraid Bonard would not have let him come so easily.

That damned Bonard, his whole mind was on women.

While I was daydreaming, the iron-nailed fir door was pushed open with a bang. With a teeth-grinding creaking sound, several people in red clothes walked in.

These should be the secret party that started the rebellion.

"I'm so sorry, are you a brother from the church? Someone, please untie me."

At Chilvis's shout, several guards came forward and hurriedly untied Pico's ropes.

"I'm really sorry, but he was a Knight Templar of our church before. It has always been like this. He is a close confidant of Father Durdafo, and none of us dared to do anything to him."

"Then why does he keep saying His Holiness, His Holiness?"

"The Pope is the scapegoat we pushed up. In order to take care of the common people, we usually call him the Pope. I guess we are used to it."

Holding Pico's shoulders, Madeleine said with a smile: "Brother, you have made us wait so long. When will the church's soldiers arrive? Once they arrive, we will surrender immediately."

"No hurry, no hurry." Pico broke free from Madeleine's rough hands, stood up, and moved his numb body around, walking around the room as if no one was around.

He stretched his body for a long time and pulled his hair back. "How is Father Durdafo? Where are you holding him?"

"The abbe is well," said Madeleine, with a somewhat strained smile, "nothing is wrong, he is quite quiet."

"Oh, how's your health? Are you not hurt?"

"It was only a minor injury. The curate did not even complain. The body was in perfect health."

"what?"

"Brother Madeleine means that he is in very good health." Grampven pushed Madeleine behind him. "After all, he can't go out. He stays in a small room every day. He is much thinner than before."

Pico nodded. That was true. Father Durdafo was detained by them and could not go out. He probably had nothing to do except exercise.

"Now that Father Durdafo is alright, we can talk business." "Sit down."

Several papal guards brought a small round table and a stool, and Pico sat down with them.

Knowing that these people were high-ranking members of the rebel mob, Pico didn't exchange pleasantries, after all, he didn't know them, and went straight to the point.

"Well, as you know, this flood came at a bad time, because Juano, the heretic, is fighting fiercely with Bishop Constance.

The Thousand River Valley was full of mobs under the banner of Juanno, and various secret parties were fanning the flames, forcing the Demon Hunters to kill them everywhere.

Lord Barniforth wanted to do something practical, set an example, and show off his reputation in front of Lord Constance and the king.

The bishop announced to the public that you have 10,000 people and are the largest rebel force entrenched in the vicinity. Your strength is extraordinary.

I mean, you understand?"

Madeleine, Chilvis and the others looked at each other. Grampven seemed to realize something, and his body trembled slightly: "You mean..."

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

"I won't hide it." Pico stood up and held up five fingers. "Four hundred cultists' heads, preferably male ones, and the pope and the bishop, they must be captured alive."

Veins bulged on Madeleine's forehead, and his right hand was clenched into a fist, but his wrist was held directly by Chilvis beside him.

"I still don't quite understand. If we just chop off the heads, we only have so many people. What if the villagers are startled and run away?" Grampven stood in front of Madeleine, blocking Pico's sight.

Pico looked Grampven up and down and asked in a conscientious tone, "Are you new here?"

“Not that new.”

"Come, I'll teach you." Pico patted his knees with a smile and leaned forward, "We need to come up with a clever name for this head.

Find a leader who says that nothing will be done to them, at most they will be locked up for a few days, and 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 would be best if the human head could be processed a bit, like drawing a few devil tattoos or inserting two pig teeth into the mouth. Otherwise, who would believe that they are a secret party, right?
When stacking them on the cart, there is also a technique, with children and women placed at the bottom and inside, and adult men placed outside.”

Now it was Grampven's turn to look unnatural.

At this time, Pico had not noticed the change in expressions of Grampven and others, and he was still talking nonstop.

"I know, ah, I know, you must want to surrender, but you are unlucky, this time it is not a simple surrender that can solve the problem."

Pico crossed his legs and said, "You have made too much noise this time. Not only will the fake pope be beheaded, but according to Bishop Barnifoss, all of you cardinals will have to be handed over. However..."

"But what?" Pushing Madeleine to the back, Chilvius walked to Granpwen and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

"But I can help you in this matter. For example, I can let you go and say that you died on the battlefield." Pico crossed his palms and placed them on his knees, "As long as you can do us a small favor first."

"A small favor?"

"Yes, I want you to have a fake war with us!"

(End of this chapter)