Chapter 389 The True Face of the Saints Organization

Originally, Carl's intention in saying this was just to make the opinions raised by these people a little more realistic.

After all, his plan to integrate the British wizarding world had just reached the first crucial step, and he assassinated Dumbledore right away.

It would be a huge blow to my other self, and if anyone wants to kill me, they have to wait until I have finished what I have done.

Especially that old bee, if he is reluctant to retire, don't blame yourself for being cruel and ruthless and not recognizing him as your mother.

But what no one expected was that as soon as he finished speaking.

The centrist Mr. Papadopoulos simply sat back in his seat without saying a word and turned back into the role of an invisible man.

The two men, Mr. Strauss, were arguing fiercely and had stood up to accuse each other.

And the French International Auror, Mr. Leon Wang, looked embarrassed and slowly sat back in his seat.

For a moment, the reception hall, which had been as noisy as a vegetable market just now, became unspeakably quiet again, with only the sound of wind coming from the open window.

Looking at this strange silence, Carl was stunned. He tried to wink at the people he had just met.

It turned out that both Mr. Strauss and the others were deliberately avoiding his gaze.

It's like a student in class who is afraid of being called by the teacher.

The scene remained strangely silent for nearly 30 seconds. Mrs. Joseph, who was on Karl's right, slowly leaned close to his ear and whispered softly.

"Don't make it too hard on them, kid. They simply can't do what you just asked them to do."

"Even Mr. Strauss's previous peaceful campaign proposal, if you read carefully the detailed information he sent to everyone in advance."

"You will find that it includes a lot of assassinations, threats, kidnappings and other means. Of course, you may not have seen these contents."

"Because those contents are all on the title page of the plan's official content, annotated with two or three short sentences."

Hearing this, Carl was completely dumbfounded. He looked at Mr. Strauss in disbelief.

The other party responded with a strange expression, and that slightly aggrieved look seemed to be saying.

“You also didn’t ask me in detail about the specific content of the peaceful campaign.”

It was not until he saw that look that Carl understood what his wild father had said to him when he introduced his organization.

At that time, Grindelwald also had a strange expression on his face and spoke in a helpless tone.

“When you want to lead this organization, kid you might need to get a little stupid.”

"You can't use your usual way of thinking. My saints always do something incredible."

"Sometimes they are as quiet as a sheep, and sometimes they are as aggressive as a vicious dog."

"If you never forget one thing, it's that no matter how fancy they dress, they are still thugs at heart."

When he first heard these words, Carl instinctively wanted to resist, even before the meeting began.

He also used his habitual way of thinking to understand and observe his subordinates.

So when he learned from the information provided by Mrs. Joseph that a considerable number of his people supported the peaceful election plan.

He instinctively thought that these people had lived in peace for too long and were unwilling to use violence again.

At the same time, the deeper reason is to preserve the wealth accumulated by the family during this period.

But now it seems that this is not the case. These thugs may simply think that they had set fire to the air defense tower in Berlin before.

Although the act of announcing the return of the Saints to the entire magical world was cool enough, not a single official from the German Ministry of Magic was killed in the entire process.

So they naturally assume that they don't like violence and are not qualified to be leaders.

In response to this unqualified leader who also disliked violence, they immediately came up with what they thought was the most appropriate plan.

That is the so-called peaceful election plan. After all, in the minds of this group of thugs, as long as they are not burned to ashes by the fierce fire.

Things like injuries caused by violent means, group threats and intimidation, and large-scale kidnappings and beatings cannot be considered as so-called "violent means."

In a word, as long as the other party is still alive, I will not use violence.

So when Carl says that, be like a polite lawyer and banker.

After saying this, use the most elegant and appropriate tone, say the most shameless words, and use fear to force the other party to submit.

Whether it was Mr. Strauss, the French International Auror, or other participants, they all became mute.

Because this is beyond their capabilities, they don't use magic to torture the other party into a fool, or directly break the other party's limbs.

Or forcing the other party to drink a horrible potion and turn into a monster that is neither human nor ghost, in addition to these "non-violent means".

They simply don't understand other non-violent methods that can be used without harming other people's lives.

So this silence does not represent opposition, whether it is Mr. Strauss or the others.

It’s not that they don’t want to do it, but Carl’s request is “I really can’t do it!”.

After figuring this out, Carl could only sigh helplessly, and then looked at Mr. Leon Wang, who was still lowering his head to avoid his gaze.

Directly named.

“Mr. Leon Wang!!”

"I'm here, ma'am!" Mr. Leon Wang, whose name was called, trembled noticeably.

Even his tone revealed fear. It was conceivable that the question raised by Carl was more difficult for him than Mr. Strauss.

This great wizard, who has been famous on the European continent for a long time and has been the German Minister of Magic for nearly 20 years, would find it more terrible to have a direct quarrel with him.

Looking at Mr. Leon Wang, whose body was trembling slightly, Karl could only comfort him gently.

"Don't be nervous, sir. I won't force my subordinates to do anything beyond their capabilities."

"I will not blame them for not meeting my standards. I am not my grandfather, and I don't know you well enough."

"This is my shortcoming as a leader, so I need your help and insights even more. Together we can make progress and lead the entire wizarding world into a new era."

Hearing this, Mr. Leon Wang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly folded his right hand across his chest and saluted, saying respectfully.

"Thank you for your understanding. For the greater good, please state your request, my lady."

Hearing this, Karl didn't waste any words. After thinking for a few seconds, he asked directly.

"Can you invite those high-ranking officials from the French Ministry of Magic to a special place?"

"Theodora Grindelwald wants to treat them to a beautiful dance performance."