Every time the witcher said something, the face of the young lady from the Duke's family turned paler.
By the time Lynn finished speaking, Syanna's face had turned completely pale and without any blood.
"You are carrying Curse of the Black Sun. No matter whether this curse has any effect or not, as long as most people believe it, it is effective."
"How powerful is this curse? It's powerful enough to turn you from a duke's daughter to a citizen, or even a public servant."
"No more palace doors will be opened for you; no one will bring you food when you are hungry, or clothes when you are cold;"
"No one will prepare bath water for you that is neither hot nor cold and has just the right temperature;"
"You will no longer hear a stern, old-fashioned, but kind wet nurse telling you bedtime stories and giving you a warm hug when you are scared to death by lightning and thunder."
"You are not even as good as those Mudbloods born to commoners. At least the warlocks will not capture them in the tower and rip their hearts out with her."
Syanna collapsed on the bed, his face ashen.
"What should I do?"
Lynn slowed down his tone and said softly, "It's very simple, just like ordinary people living in this world, accept the fate that God has arranged for you."
"Compared to them, you are still lucky, because your grandmother left you a fortune that is enough for you to spend a long time, and a witcher who is willing to patiently explain so much to you."
A few minutes later, Lynn backed out of the room.
The amount of information he just poured into Syanna is huge.
Now, Syanna needs some time to digest.
Therefore, Lynn now leaves time and space for her.
He walked straight to the room at the end of the corridor.
But I noticed that there was no mark left on the door.
So I walked a little closer to the penultimate room.
I saw a small pattern of flowers and shields left on the door.
Then he knocked gently on the door four times.
"Who is it?"
A woman's voice came from the door.
Lynn did not identify himself, but directly gave the contact code.
"All Hail Nazair(Glory to Nazair)!"
The door was opened.
A woman with a scar on her face stood behind the door.
"Your Excellency."
She stepped aside half of her body and let Lynn in. Then she exposed her head and quickly scanned the outside to make sure there was no one in the corridor outside. Then she retracted into the house and gently closed the door.
In the room, all the remnants of "Syndicate", the national intelligence organization of Nazair, who had previously discussed serving Lynn, gathered here.
Before leaving Toussaint, Lynn also told them in advance to meet at Kagen Town and left the kingdom crest of Nazair as a mark on the door of the hotel room where they stayed.
After Lynn came in, people in the room stood up subconsciously.
He looked around.
Finally, I sat down on the only chair in the room.
"Sit down."
But no one else moved.
He just looked at Drake with a questioning look.
Until the scarred woman nodded.
Everyone was either sitting on the bed or sitting on the ground.
Next, Lynn chatted with them for a while.
The main thing is to ask them if they encountered any problems on the way here.
But after all that, the point has not been made.
So Drake couldn't help but ask.
"Sir, what exactly do you want us to do?"
"Our current place is still far away from Novigrad. When we arrive, we will naturally arrange work for you."
"But if possible, I still want to hear the content of the work first," Drake glanced at the others, "My subordinates have the same idea as me."
"Well, if you insist..."
Lynn's mouth twitched.
Know that the other party's trust in you has not yet reached full score.
However, he thought about it again.
Anyway, after Novigrad arrives, arrangements will be made for them.
So there is no difference between arranging it earlier and arranging it later.
"Aren't you the national intelligence organization of Nazair? I need you to establish a spy network that obeys my orders in Novigrad."
Seeing the horrified expressions on their faces, Lynn smiled and continued, "Of course, I know that it is difficult to establish a spy network covering the whole city with just your manpower, let alone you are outsiders."
"Therefore, the first instruction I give you is to recruit the beggars and make them peripheral members of "Syndicate"."
"Beggars?"
Drake and her men were stunned.
They looked at each other.
Although neither of them spoke, looking at their faces, Lynn knew what they were thinking.
They are probably all thinking...
Has this young demon hunter been poisoned by the poison in his brain?
If farmers and workers are the "cornerstone" that supports a country's prosperity...
Aren't the beggars who are not engaged in production and only know how to ask for money pure "waste"?
They live to waste food.
Also include them?
Is your brain okay?
"Don't you think beggars are of no use? If a person becomes a beggar, he might as well die early?"
One person asked rhetorically, "Isn't it true?"
"Of course not. Everyone has his or her value. If you feel useless, it's just because you haven't found the right way to use it."
"But what good can a beggar do?"
Drake scolded dissatisfied, "Nash!"
But Lynn did not look at the person who opposed him.
Instead, he glanced at Drake with a half-smile.
He knew that the one called Nash was not a fool at all.
I'm just expressing my inner questions to Drake on behalf of others.
How can someone who can resist Grand National Army together with Nazair and survive to the end with Nilfgaard, how can he not even be able to read air?
"As you said, beggars are useless "waste." Do you think most people think the same way as you do, or do you think they have the opposite opinion?"
"It should be... the same?"
"Okay, then let me ask you a question: when you enter a tavern or a brothel, and there is a beggar covered in sores sitting on the street corner not far outside this place... do you care?"
The people present were all professionals. Although before Lynn was pointed out, they had not paid attention to it due to the limitations of the times, but when the demon hunter pointed it out, they immediately reacted.
In fact, there are beggars in every city, the difference is just more and less.
No matter whether they are high-ranking officials or ordinary people, no one cares about beggars.
Many people even avoid it like the plague, and some even don't even look at it.
It's as if if you look at it one more time, your eyes will rot.
And this is exactly what Lynn wants to take advantage of.