Fate is a wonderful thing, and Cassaman has to admit that he thought about it more than once when he was given a new assignment to come to Fort Carter to stir up conflict between refugees and natives.

He also asked the archbishop, because everyone knew that Fort Carter was the territory of the god Marin, and there were many of his spies everywhere, whether they were refugees or natives, and there were many children who served him, and nothing could be hidden from his little eyes and ears.

Not to mention, there are plenty of jobs at Fort Carter, and there will always be food jobs waiting for refugees as long as they have a skill, and even veterans who have been discharged from the army will be recruited by the City Patrol - the expanded walls and widened avenues need to be patrolled and maintained, and the new neighborhoods and refugee manors need to be protected.

I heard that it is similar to the kingdom of heaven on earth, and almost all those with good brains will have jobs, and those with bad brains will naturally have gallows and mental hospitals to take in their own souls with defects.

Where to stir up confrontation? Who cares about the so-called beliefs when everyone has something to eat—in an increasingly well-informed world, the things advertised in the newspapers make it even more difficult for the Chaos Sect to survive.

Maybe it's time to put an end to this long lurk, and when this is over, go to Mr. Marin and ask him to help arrange it, and the evil Chaos believer Kasaman should also die at the gunpoint of justice.

Then, whether it's Jack or Mike, who has been reborn, even if it's named Tracy, it's a new life, isn't it?

Thinking of this, Casaman took the cigar from his lips, placed it in the ash tray next to the couch, got up, walked to the dressing mirror, took off his dressing gown, and changed into a formal outfit - this kind of clothing that became popular from Fort Carter can make all humanoids who are clothes racks look more heroic, and Casaman is going to meet people today.

The other party is the president of the Chamber of Commerce, and the two sides want to discuss the weekly wages of the workers—all this is the 'blessing' of Mr. Tomalin, whose factory has absorbed so many people and given so many benefits, but still generates so many profits.

Therefore, if the guild wants to have a showdown with Mr. Marin today, it must let Mr. Marin reduce his weekly salary, otherwise all the workers under his name will help him change to a better boss.

Kassamer's identity is a lawyer from the royal capital, and he has a complete lawyer's certificate that the sect helped him get it, just to let him stir up conflicts between the two sides, so this time Kasaman also joined this afternoon's meeting with the help of the sect's undercover agent as the legal counsel of the business guild.

But then again, Casaman doesn't expect much from Marin's conglomerate - can you make a giant bow his head and listen to the mosquitoes?

Obviously, it can't be, so Casaman reckoned that the business guild would definitely tear up its face with the Marin group.

Then, it is time to stir up right and wrong, and when the time comes, someone will play the role of a neutral and objective lawyer to help those citizens speak.

There will also be people who will come forward and stir up citizens and workers.

There will also be people in the refugee estates who will stand up and speak out.

If done well, it can cause a riot, it can cause a lot of unlucky people, and at best, the whole city will be thrown into chaos, and if it does, it will be overdone.

Of course, at that point, those problems and troubles are not the ones that Cassaman needs to deal with.

Because at the end of this meeting, he will choose to 'return' to the royal capital.

His mission is complete, there is no need to stay here to watch the excitement, what Kasaman really needs to think about is how to get out of the sect, this matter needs to be considered in the long run.

Removing the deer hunting hat from the shelf, Casaman snapped it to his head, took the pouch and pipe, put on the flat glasses, and pulled a string of pendants out of his pocket before heading out.

"Will my enemies be waiting for me at the meeting?" Casaman, who had started divination, asked the first question.

The slender string of beads dangled.

Of course, there will be enemies, and the Mahwis butler who helps Mr. Marin take care of the syndicate and his think tank, their lawyers, the workers' representatives, everyone will be the enemy of Casaman.

"Am I in danger at the meeting?" Casaman asked a second question.

The string of beads didn't move, which reassured Casamane that everyone was still civilized, at least they wouldn't use a revolver to solve problems and create problems on the spot.

"Will Mr. Marin show up?" Casaman asked a third question.

The string of beads still didn't move, which made Casaman even more relieved - Marin's absence meant that he had given the job to his team of butlers, and it could be assumed that he would definitely not take a step back.

To tell the truth, Casaman thought that if he was a young man who had just come out of society, he would surely follow him with great satisfaction in the face of such a boss - think about it, a man who can work in such a great and huge group, his wife who can have a job as a laundry, two couples who work hard every month, and who can get all kinds of supplies, canned meat, all kinds of consumables, his children have free schooling, if talent is discovered, He can even be recommended to become an apprentice in the Harvest Goddess Church or the church he believes in, and when the couple is too old to do it, they will also receive a special reward - a monthly living allowance, which will increase every year based on the number of years the worker has worked in the group.

If his wife and children could live like this, Casaman would feel satisfied that he had sold his soul to the devil.

It's a pity that people like him don't deserve to be happy, they only deserve to lurk day after day, for their lost happiness, to get everything back from Chaos and its lackeys.

One last question: "Am I going to die?" ”

After asking, Casaman laughed, laughing so hard that tears were about to come out - there are immortals, and every mortal will face this day, he threw the beads on the hanger, and turned his head to look at the portrait of the girl on the wall.

May Chaos and its dogs die as they deserve.

Casaman picked up his work bag by the door, pushed it open, walked out, and closed the door.

The string of beads on the pylon was first moved by the wind, and then gradually, it began to rotate itself, and finally, the string of beads hung on another hook of the pylon, which stopped its windless automatic.

………………

The old man knelt in front of the strange statue, his eyes closed, listening to the sound of footsteps coming from behind.

The owner of the footsteps stopped when he was still some distance away from him: "Your Excellency, there is news from Fort Carter that the negotiations between the Chamber of Commerce and the Marlin Group will begin in an hour, and this negotiation was proposed by the Marlin side to be held in advance, and the location of the meeting has been changed, and our action team has not been able to pass over in the first place. ”

"It's okay, that false god is a cunning and powerful opponent, our parishioners can't defeat him, and we don't need to kill him this time, we just need to let his group get into the whirlpool of trouble because of this, and neither we nor our friends want him to continue to grow bigger." The old man smiled, "By the way, Kasaman is there." ”

"The Holy Envoy of Casaman has joined the meeting, and he will be on the side of the Chamber of Commerce to mislead the Chamber of Commerce into proposing more harsh conditions." The owner of the voice behind him replied.

"How's it going over there with the Assassin League?"

"I have already taken over the task, they think it is the money raised by the workers of the royal capital, and they want to kill Mr. Worker, who was also a worker when he was young, but turned his face and denied himself after becoming a lawyer, after all, this is the original identity of Mr. Casaman, and he can't fake it."

"Go down, I'll have new news back to me, and tell all the action teams to kill Casaman if they get there."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The sound of footsteps carried his master out of the ashram, and the old man raised his head and looked at the statue and muttered to himself.

"Kasaman is a traitor, the last time we betrayed his intelligence to the country's newly created Department of Homeland Security through undercover in Sidney, it was supposed to be a loyalty test, and even if he was arrested, they would have a way to get him out."

Speaking of this, the old man lowered his head: "But he escaped, and he said that it was his sixth sense that warned him, and the detection did not say that he was lying...... But such a lucky person after the destruction of the original church also seems to have lived too lucky. ”

According to the intelligence of the inner ghost, someone should have informed him.

Who will inform it, only he and a few old fellows will know about it, they will not inform him, so who else?

Could it be ...... Was it someone from the Department of Homeland Security who warned him?

Or is it someone else?

All in all, this man can't be kept, and the holy sect doesn't need a man like him who has an unclear identity.

Therefore, the old man thought of a way for him to die, a lawyer who served the Chamber of Commerce, and died at the hands of thugs, and there was no better drama than this.

A team directly under him would direct the assassination to the Assassins' Guild and the so-called workers, and the Bar would come forward to demand the payment of the blood debt, and the newspapers working for the Sect would join in.

Let the whole kingdom be torn apart by one thing, let unity become history, let one hate each other...... That's the power of knowledge.

Sometimes, you don't need to use your own knife to kill, because times have changed, and nobles have become gentlemen, even if they eat raw meat, they will use knives and forks.

Although the son of the false god named Marin was the old man's worst enemy of his sect, he was right in one thing.

Times have changed, and everyone needs to live more flexibly in the new era.

So treacherous, so cunning, so despicable...... It's a shame that he's not one of his own.

If you can't be a messenger of the true God, you can only be an enemy.

If Marin falls into his hands, he will grant him a merciful and quick death.

After all, this is what he pays for with his knowledge.

The true God loves knowledge and will rejoice in any knowledge, even if he is an enemy.

May the Lord have mercy.