Chapter 404: All Rebels

After hearing this, Mr. Raymond felt a little embarrassed, but he still spoke with dignity.

"It's just so-so, nothing special."

But even so, it did not stop him from finishing up the plate of fried chicken in his hand, and his speed was not much slower than that of the others present.

And after he finished eating, Mr. Leroy was very considerate and filled the other person's glass with Coke.

Then he pretended to be horrified.

"Oops, I poured it into the wrong cup, but I thought it was my cup. I'm so sorry, Minister. I'll pour it out now."

"Isn't this a waste? What a pity."

As he said this, he was about to pour out the full cup of Coke.

"Don't waste it." Seeing this scene, Mr. Raymond immediately stopped it and criticized with a serious expression.

"Don't waste food. This is one of the most basic virtues of a gentleman."

After saying that, he took the full glass of Coke in his hand, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

This operation stunned everyone present. The senior officials looked at each other in bewilderment and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

No wonder he was able to get the lucrative position of Financial Secretary. Apart from his family background, he is also very capable of handling things.

On the other side, Mr. Raymond drank a full glass of Coke after eating fried chicken, and he looked obviously much happier.

After letting out a long, comfortable burp, he sat back in his seat contentedly, with no more worried expression on his face.

Mr. Leroy also sat down next to him, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

He took out another one and handed it over.

"What is this?" Looking at the strange tubular object in the other person's hand, Mr. Raymond couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"This is cigarettes. You can think of it as a special potion for Muggles. If consumed directly, the toxicity in it is deadly enough."

Mr. Leroy's tone was still mean, but what he said frightened Mr. Raymond.

The other party quickly leaned back, opened the seat, pointed at the cigarette and said.

"Then why did you take it out? Do you want to poison me?"

"Of course not." Mr. Leroy smiled wickedly, and immediately took out an ostentatious pure gold lighter.

After lighting the cigarette in his mouth in a cool manner, he lit it and then exhaled the first puff of the cigarette.

After taking a deep breath and pausing for a few seconds, he slowly exhaled the smoke in his lungs.

Then he looked at Mr. Raymond with a relieved expression.

"Of course it would be poisonous if eaten directly, but this is not food, it is just a pastime, and after lighting one end, the smoke is inhaled into the lungs."

"It can make people feel a special kind of pleasure, but of course it is highly addictive and will slowly kill you."

After that, he placed another cigarette in front of Mr. Raymond and sat in his seat to enjoy himself.

Looking at his subordinate who was smoking in front of him, Mr. Raymond observed for a few seconds and found that he showed no signs of being poisoned.

So he picked up the cigarette half-believingly and put it in his mouth as the other person did.

As soon as he put it in his mouth, Mr. Leroy immediately handed him a lit lighter.

Looking at the flames burning on the strange machine, Mr. Raymond suddenly had a strange feeling.

I felt that this subordinate, whom I had always disliked, suddenly became much more pleasing to me.

He did not refuse this kindness, and lit the cigarette like the other person did before, then took a deep puff and started coughing wildly.

"What the hell is this!" Mr. Raymond, whose face was red from coughing, looked at Mr. Leroy in anger.

But the other party still looked at him in a mean way and said with a smile on his face.

"Just exhale the first puff of smoke you have when you light it, and then enjoy it slowly afterwards. There is no need to be so anxious, sir."

"We have plenty of time."

With the guidance, Mr. Raymond soon experienced the beauty of cigarettes, the moment when nicotine anesthetized his brain.

He suddenly felt as if he had been standing all his life, and only at this moment did he truly sit down.

So he asked curiously while smoking a cigarette.

"How do you have these things? You know, the Leroy family has always looked down on Muggles."

"Why do you have so many items from the Muggle world, those strange foods, and these weird gadgets?"

"It's very simple, sir." Mr. Leroy shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently.

"Because I am a pacifist, I also advocate overthrowing the Statute of Secrecy so that wizards can have true freedom."

"Let the entire magical world integrate into the Muggle world."

"Cough cough cough!!"

"What did you say!!!" Mr. Raymond was almost choked to death by the cigarette in his hand. He stared at the pale young man in front of him with disbelief.

He roared somewhat out of control.

"You are actually Grindelwald's undercover agent. You dare to say this in front of me. You are really too brave."

"Gerald Leroy, come and arrest him at once."

"Mr. Calm, don't be so excited."

Facing the roar of the French Minister of Magic and the accusation of Grindelwald being an undercover agent, Mr. Leroy still looked indifferent.

He even stood up and patted the other person on the back to help him calm down.

"How could I be an undercover agent, sir? Indeed, judging from the ultimate goal, my demands are basically the same as those of those so-called saints."

"But have you ever thought about this? Even if someone like me wants to join the Saints organization."

"They might just ignore me."

Hearing this, Mr. Raymond also reacted and nodded.

"Based on your attainments in magic, that group of fanatical thugs will definitely not want to bother with you. You are really too useless."

"That's not true. There is no one more useless than me in the entire French magic world."

When Mr. Leroy heard his leader call him a waste, he was not angry, but said it very proudly.

"So we chose the path of peace and embraced all the changes with a very calm attitude."

"It doesn't matter who brings it."

"Aren't you still a traitor?" Hearing this, Mr. Raymond shouted angrily again.

"Isn't this what you agreed to?" Mr. Leroy was a little confused.

The other senior officials present also looked at Mr. Raymond in confusion.

Feeling everyone's gazes, Mr. Raymond suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he asked with some hopelessness.

"Are there any of you here who are so-called pacifists like Mr. Leroy? Could you please stand up?"

"Hoola!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the senior officials in the conference room stood up almost at the same time, looking at Mr. Raymond, the only person sitting in his seat, in confusion.

"I****!!!!"