Matthews, thrilled as if he had found a treasure, hastily issued an order.
"Get the dumbest person in the group! Remember, someone with the worst memory, who can't even remember what they ate this morning!"
His confidants quickly sprang into action, and soon brought out a mercenary with messy hair.
"Oh, it's you, Gret." Matthews recognized him. In the Free Wind team, he was considered a capable warrior, yet he seemed to have some issues with intelligence. The other mercenaries generally found it very difficult to communicate with him.
"Hello, Squad Leader." Gret grinned foolishly.
"I'll give you some paper," Matthews put an arm around his shoulder and said, "write a code on each piece of paper, and make sure every code is the same. Think of something yourself, but don't tell the code to anyone."
"But, Squad Leader..." Gret stammered.
"What?" Matthews asked.
"I can't write," Gret said.
