The scorching smell of burning corpses remained in the air, a gust of wind blew through the charcoal of the wooden stakes planted in the ground, the wind that rolled up the black ash played with a dozen corpses hanging from the trees, and the crows that pecked at their eye sockets screamed and flew up.

The corpse was not yet decomposed, and the imprints on the visible parts of the body revealed that the deceased was a slave belonging to a certain plantation, and judging by the whip marks, cat claw marks, and stick wounds, the owners of these slaves must have been abusive fellows.

Staring at the scenery outside the carriage, Li Lin silently let the red wine soak his throat.

Similar scenes were not uncommon, and whenever the Holy See and the monarchs of the Orthodox Church wanted to carry out a campaign of "pure thought", similar means would be sacrificed to "purify" all kinds of "heresy". Conversely, when the "heretics" gain power, they will do the same. Now it is just a matter of extending it so that the slaves who don't know what to do can enjoy this high-end and high-grade "purification" method - the fanatics wearing pointed hoods hold aloft the Holy Cross and tie their prey to the cross-shaped stake, the enthusiastic crowd of onlookers chant the scriptures aloud, and the "heretics" return the dust and dust of the purified holy fire to dust and earth......

Originally, some slaves were sent to Albion against their will, and in this case, it was not negotiable to let them return to their hometown with the monsoon in this way of combining traditional folklore, and they were also exempted from a cremation fee by the way. I have to say that the people of Albion are really warm and attentive.

After making a commendatory assessment, Li Lin ended his observation of slavery and "human civilization", and similar things were always happening. If it keeps appearing and does not stop, and you put too much effort and time into it. It's just a meaningless waste.

The situation had become more and more confusing lately, Walsingham's men had opened their nets, but the prey had not been revealed, and as time passed, even the most seasoned agents could not help but wonder if the prey was still in Rundinium, and whether it made sense for them to stay here, and anxiety and frustration quickly crept through among the agents.

From the report and the expressions of his subordinates, Walsingham could fully feel the vacillation, but as a capable minister, including the cadres, he was in many ways comparable to Richelieu. This did not cast doubt on his deployment. From this cat-and-mouse game with no end in sight. The Secretary General of State can already vaguely see through the opponent's entity.

"There's only one guy who can push me to this point, that lewd woman, Milady!"

The eavesdropping recording device faithfully recorded Walsingham's hateful voice, and Li Lin, who listened to the assertion, nodded, and the first person on his list of candidates was also the legendary female spy.

Li Lin had read Stasi's resume about Miledi. The conclusion was "interesting woman".

Espionage is not something that everyone can do. If anyone takes it for granted that they should be like the protagonists of the famous Dongdong Kidnapping series of movies, they should be cool girls. Every episode of changing cars and girls is like changing clothes, I'm afraid that if I can't wait for the FFF group to prepare props for a barbecue meeting, this self-righteous fool will be sealed by his boss with cement first. Sink into a trench tens of thousands of meters deep.

Spies always like to keep a low profile, in addition to ordinary training, in addition to mastering several foreign languages and dialects, various psychological knowledge, joint codes, tracking and counter-tracking, kidnapping, poisoning and other professional skills, the most learned is how to make yourself look unsightly in the crowd. High-profile actions all day long are pure death.

Miledi seems to know a thing or two about this, at least in this shocking theft, and she did quite well. But in Charlemagne's time, it was a different story entirely.

Miledie's public occupation at Charlemagne was that of a courtesan of the first class.

What courtesans do, the broad masses of prostitutes should know very well, elegant is a part of the life of high society, at worst it is to say that it is a prostitute who wears high-end clothes and does not need to stand on the street.

Beauty and flesh are a woman's greatest weapons, with perfumes, coquettes, and a little bit of indulgence, men quickly take off the camouflage of reason, prostrate under their feet like a male dog in heat, and then ask for information from men with weak mouths, and seduce weak-willed men to apostatize, which is a very easy thing.

Not only men, but also the ladies and ladies who usually seem to be shrewd, will also faint when they meet Miledi. The noble ladies who were not very good at controlling their mouths and liked to gossip became a chatterbox, and all kinds of information were sent to Miledi for free.

With all this alone, it can only be said that Miledi is an excellent female intelligence officer, and she is still far from the honorary title of "legend". What really makes her worthy of her name is that she has built a huge intelligence network through various means, including domestic spies, informants, and foreign renegades. Nearly 40% of the intelligence of the black house comes from this intelligence network, and its ability can be seen.

The privacy of the ministers, the important texts, the important policy decisions - as long as Miledi wants, she can get almost everything. In addition to mobilizing his subordinates to do it, there is also no shortage of masterpieces that he has done himself, which can be said to be a female spy who combines the advantages of well-known female spies such as Marta Halle, Margarida Konekova, and Yoshiko Kawashima. As long as this jewelry theft case is repeated, her creativity will be even more dazzling.

"Will it be that simple? Walsingham didn't need to say more, and the church was finally starting to get serious, even with murderous guys like 'Iscarho'. The longer it dragged on, the more difficult it would be to escape, and was she still watching out of caution and watching so many people being played by herself, or was it a secret pleasure to watch so many people being played by herself?"

Great people are very confident, and women who have repeatedly challenged men to succeed in a patriarchal society usually have twice as much self-confidence as the average person. It is still unclear whether Miledi is such a person with inflated self-confidence, and whether smart people are ultimately mistaken by cleverness.

The only thing that is certain is that she is doing everything she can to cope with the game, as is the case with every participant in the game.

Richelieu, who single-handedly planned the event;

Miledi, who is in charge of execution;

Walsingham, who is calm and at the same time eroded by obsession;

the saint anxiously waiting for news;

Roland, who is ready to mess in;

and - himself in the audience, holding the dice in his hand;

Everyone was thirsting fiercely for the favor of the goddess of victory, and everyone knew that the goddess of victory would come to the one who most greedily sought him, and at the slightest moment of slackness, the god would pass by and go to the others.

Who's going to have the last laugh?

At the end of the horizon emerge castle-like towers of Normandy towers, the country's most famous prison clad in the blood-coloured afterglow of the setting sun, and the ravens defending the country's fortunes in the distance, looking down on Lundinum's subjects and visitors from afar with their daily gloom.

"Well...... I'll roll the dice of fate, all of you who have finished betting, all of you who are also crazy gamblers, you will definitely have fun this time, don't look away. ”

With a good gesture, the carriage drove along the avenue towards Lundinium. (To be continued......)