Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Dazhuang, upon hearing this, awkwardly tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Sir, everything we've said is true. Can't we not go?"

"Look, we've lived in Da Jing for so long, and we're already planning to settle down here. Now, we have to travel thousands of miles back to Fica. We feel uneasy. Are you planning to take a bunch of missionaries with you? Isn't that enough people? Why do you have to take us two?"

Fang Zheng Yi didn't say much, directly throwing a letter at the two of them.

"Take a look. You and Xiao Shuai came to Da Jing together. Look at the life he's living now. You two are just muddling along. When we arrange a task, you make all sorts of excuses. Do you have any shame?"

Dazhuang and the other man picked up the letter and quickly read it.

After reading it, the two were stunned: "Xiao Shuai... he, he did such a big thing in Fica, fighting with the church?"

Fang Zheng Yi said meaningfully: "It's not just that. He petitioned to join the Brocade Guard, and the imperial court has already issued an edict. In terms of status, he can be considered a chiliarch in the Brocade Guard."

Dazhuang and the other man felt ashamed.

A chiliarch of the Brocade Guard... that's someone who can walk sideways in the capital.

Getting such a position would be like your ancestral grave emitting green smoke.

But we were all poor buddies back then. Why is he doing so well?

If I had known, I would have gone to sea. Wouldn't I be the one with the achievements?

A wave of envy rose in both of their hearts.

"Now that Da Jing is expanding its business overseas, missionaries are being sent to help Father Solje consolidate his power. You two will join the Brotherhood and assist Xiao Shuai."

Upon hearing this, the two of them shook their heads vigorously.

No way! They couldn't go even more now. Everyone had the same status before, but now that their poor buddy is rich, they have to work for him? They would lose all face. They couldn't go, even if it meant death!

Fang Zheng Yi stared at the two of them and said calmly: "This official knows what you're thinking. You just don't want to be subservient to others. But in fact, you have another mission. Besides helping Xiao Shuai, you also have to secretly monitor the Brotherhood."

"This official certainly believes that Xiao Shuai is loyal to Da Jing, but when a business grows, it often cannot be stably controlled, especially when the emperor is far away. Therefore, this important task can only be entrusted to you two."

"The imperial court absolutely trusts you and entrusts you with a great responsibility. After you go to sea, you can directly report the situation to me. This is a rare opportunity, so don't miss it."

So they were to be internal spies? They felt much better about it.

Dazhuang and Foberler unconsciously nodded.

Foberler hesitated and said: "But, Master Fang, we have things here that we can't let go of. Some time ago... we just bought a house and still owe money. What do you think about this...."

Fang Zheng Yi smiled slightly, waved his hand generously, and said: "Is that even a problem in this official's eyes? You'll earn big money going to sea. In the future, if you do a good job there, this official will directly upgrade your house to a mansion for free. Are there any problems?"

The two men's faces lit up, and they exchanged glances, passing information to each other.

It sounded like this deal was very profitable.

Just one trip to sea and they could earn a house, and in the future, they could even get a free upgrade to a mansion.

Going to sea would take a few years at most, right? It wasn't a loss!

It was better than working. After deducting food and expenses, they wouldn't be able to save enough money for a house in twenty or thirty years.

Just thinking about it made them feel uncomfortable.

"Thank you, Master Fang. When do we leave?" Dazhuang asked.

Fang Zheng Yi smiled and said: "Good, since you are willing, that's good. The fleet still needs about a month to prepare. The reason I summoned you here in advance is to provide ideological guidance to the missionaries. You two will undergo special training."

"Practice your martial arts here and do your job diligently there. This official also has a personal letter that needs to be delivered to Xiao Shuai. You can listen to his arrangements after that."

"Remember, after you go out, no information about Da Jing can be leaked."

......

During the fleet's preparation and supply period, the overseas employment and re-education activities for foreigners were in full swing.

The missionaries, who had already become largely secularized in Taoyuan County and were becoming wealthy through manual labor, were successfully liberated from their labor by Fang Zheng Yi this time.

During the day, they attended lectures by various lecturers and diligently took notes.

High-intensity materialistic education was carried out to establish a correct worldview and outlook on life, and to correctly understand and recognize social life.

Guided by materialistic philosophy, the scientific spirit and ideological concepts of materialism were taught to the missionaries.

In the evening, they were taken to experience the dazzling world of entertainment and became addicted to secular life...

However, these things were not so simple. Many people in the missionary group were spiritually baptized by theology from birth.

Although they were temporarily blinded by the glamorous world, some deeply rooted things were always unforgettable.

However, this was nothing in Fang Zheng Yi's eyes... After thoroughly understanding Western mythology, he began to deconstruct it and then personally educate this group of people.

As for those whose concepts could not be reversed, in order to prevent them from turning against him in the future, Fang Zheng Yi could only use the ultimate weapon and conduct targeted guidance.

The multiverse theory was launched, directly destroying personal beliefs with advanced imagination.

When the stubborn missionaries listened to Fang Zheng Yi eloquently talking about Greek mythology, Sumerian mythology, and Eastern mythology, and finally transitioned to the Mount Shu defense war, the fierce battle against Pandora, the fall of Cybertron, and the hundred-thousand-year soul ring battle between Qi refining cultivators......

Faced with the crushing power of imagination that transcended hundreds or thousands of years, that small group of missionaries was completely stunned.

Regardless of whether it was true or false, what he said was detailed and vivid!

How could one person create so many things with just his mouth? Impossible, no one has such imagination. Just the power system alone has been heard in no less than ten sets, and there are those bizarre worlds, items, and customs that cannot be explained at all....

After class, they tried hard to recall their own mythology and were all silent.

Too Blessed Sect... the imagination is too lacking. It's neither romantic nor powerful enough.

It felt like no matter how they thought about it, it was inferior... too inferior...

As for Dazhuang and Foberler, they suffered a lot.

They basically said goodbye to the glamorous world.

These two had stayed in Da Jing long enough, and they also had jobs and assets.

Their loyalty was naturally much higher than others.

Therefore, in order to ensure their safety and enable them to perform their duties smoothly,

Fang Zheng Yi specially sent Zhang Biao and Zhou Tie to conduct targeted special training.

Swords, spears, knives, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, body techniques, martial arts, hidden weapons, and poisons were basically all taught.

The two of them originally worked in the research institute, and their physical fitness was quite good.

However, they were still trained to the point of misery under this kind of high-pressure crash course.... Fortunately, the results were not bad.

.....

On this day, Fang Zheng Yi personally left the capital to see off this group of foreigners who were about to return home.

It was already after dusk when he arrived home.

Returning to the study, he was exhausted. He put down the official documents in his hand and just leaned back in his chair, wanting to catch his breath.

A small figure staggered past the door.

Fang Zheng Yi glanced at it and said coldly: "Stop, where are you going?"

Fang Chenyu limped back, with a stiff smile on his face: "Dad... you're back?"