"Seeking for magical ideas that can improve people's living standards?" Wood, the famous sculptor of Pyroxene City, looked at the brand-new notice and asked in confusion, "What does this mean?"
Unlike usual, today there was a priest of the Church of the Void Mask next to the notice board, responsible for explaining this oracle to people. Hearing his question, the clergy chuckled and gave him a detailed explanation.
"His Majesty the Void Mask intends to use the power of magic to improve people's living standards, so now he is asking people for their own opinions, so that everyone can think for themselves, what kind of magic can help everyone …" A few minutes later, Wood walked to the workshop while talking to himself.
He was also a celebrity in Pyroxene City, and he had his own workshop. The workshop was not large, because carving did not require a large working space, and his main job was to make some wood carvings with the characteristics of Pyroxene Town and the northwest, which could fully reflect the pioneering culture here.
These wood carvings would be sent to the big amusement park of Void City and sold to tourists from all directions. Depending on the size and delicacy, the cheap ones were only about five silver coins, and the expensive ones could even be sold for 20 gold coins. For every wood carving sold, Wood, as the producer, would get half of the money, and the remaining half would go to the transporter and the seller. There was no need to pay tax, because the store had already paid tax during the operation of the business, and there was no second tax on the goods.
The payment was settled at the end of each month. What Wood had to do was to often find some suitable wood, and then carve it into any wood carving that he felt was suitable. There was no limit to the quantity. It was good to have more, but it could not be helped if it was less. In short, he did as he saw fit.
This job was very well-paid, but it was not busy, so many people were very envious of him. Over the years, many old people had come to propose marriage and introduced some girls to him in the city to be married.
But Wood had declined, and his reason was that he already had a sweetheart.
"If you have a sweetheart, why don't you get married quickly?" Old Granny Stina, who was on good terms with him, heard about this and specially came to look for him. "You can be considered a famous person now, a master sculptor of the Republic of Northwest, an artist who uses a carving knife to praise life … Your reputation has spread throughout the upper class of the entire Main Plane. With your current status, even if your sweetheart is the daughter of a great noble family, you can still raise your head and propose marriage! "
She didn't know Wood's real situation and only thought that he loved a woman of a much higher status than her, so she tried to persuade him.
Wood could only smile bitterly, unable to answer.
Sweetheart? How the hell did he have a sweetheart!
Who the hell ever heard of a spy having a sweetheart? In this line of work, who would dare to love or be loved? Wasn't that courting death?
However, he was also a little tempted by her words.
Over the years, although he did not have much success as a spy, he had made great progress as a sculptor. With his current status and wealth, it was indeed time for him to get married.
If he didn't start a family, it would instead reveal a flaw and attract attention.
More importantly, he really liked living in Pyroxene City. Life here was stable and safe, and it gave people a relaxed and comfortable feeling. If he could live here for the rest of his life, or even start a family and have children, it would be a very good thing for his descendants to pass down from generation to generation.
In his opinion, this new city was the most suitable place to live in the world, and it was the place he had been seeking to settle down. If he hadn't sworn allegiance to the Commonwealth of Mifata, maybe he would really be a loyal citizen of the Republic of Northwest!
But … as a spy, "family" should be something he should try his best to avoid. It was difficult to guard against a thief in one's own home. Even the best spy would find it difficult to deceive the person who slept with him. If he really got married, he didn't know how much trouble it would bring to him!
After seeing Grandma Stina off, he pondered alone for a long time, and finally chose to write his current situation in a recent report, which was sent to the Commonwealth of Mifata through a secret channel.
A spy was also a kind of soldier, and as a soldier, he should obey orders. Since he couldn't make a decision himself, he would ask his superiors.
Over the years, he had been earnestly completing his work and collecting a lot of intelligence information. Even if there was no credit, at least there was some hard work, right? He hoped that his superiors could understand his difficulties and help him make up an excuse. Of course … it would be best to send a female spy to start a family with him, which would not only improve his work efficiency, but also be the best cover.
Moreover … he really wanted to start a family.
He wasn't young anymore, and if he didn't start a family, it would indeed be a little too late.
Watching the liaison, who was disguised as a special wood merchant, leave, Wood secretly sighed and returned to his workshop.
But he didn't know that not long after the liaison left, the information hidden in a wooden sculpture fell into the hands of Grand Administrator Felix.
"It's these worthless things again." Felix looked at the information and shook his head. "Over the years, except for a few defense maps that are of some value, the rest of his information is worthless."
"That's for sure." Asner, who had once again become her assistant and also pulled her husband to become an administrator, smiled and said, "Our republic doesn't have many secrets that can't be exposed to the public. As a woodcarver, it's unlikely that he will come into contact with those core secrets. Over the years, he has actually done a good job. "
"Yes, but it's not of much use … Huh?!" Felix exclaimed and couldn't help but laugh. "This guy wants to get married. From what I can see, he seems to be hoping that the Mifata Federation will send someone to be his wife …"
Asner curiously came over and looked at the information, slowly frowning.
"This is a little bad …"
"Bad?" Felix was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood. "You mean, his superiors might be dissatisfied with him because of this, and take some action?"
"Yes, the information he sent back over the years … Generally speaking, it's not of much value. His superiors must have been dissatisfied with his work efficiency for a long time. This time, they might take advantage of this opportunity to send a spy who is much more ruthless than him to take over the intelligence work again. "Asner frowned and said," Although Wood is a spy, he is a good person. We have always hoped that we can win him over and let him join the republic. Looking at his performance over the years, there's a lot of hope. But if there are other spies coming over, things will change, and it will most likely change in a direction that we don't want. "
"If that's the case, why not …" A cold light flashed in Felix's eyes, and he made a chopping gesture.
"I think there's no need to be anxious." Asner sighed and shook his head. "After all, it's not to the point where we need to kill people. These spies who work for the Mifata Federation, to be honest, are a group of people worthy of respect … After all, I still don't want to fall out with the Mifata Federation."
"Who would fall out over the life and death of a few spies? Those politicians are ruthless! " Although this was what Felix said, he actually restored the information and stuffed it back into the wooden sculpture.
Not long after, the wooden sculpture, which was exactly the same as before, was returned to the merchant who was leisurely traveling south. A few days later, it was sent to the Commonwealth of Gold Coins and sent to the Mifata Federation by another merchant who was in the business of shipping.
The entire process was completely natural, without the slightest flaw.
Yes, even the spies themselves didn't realize that the information had already passed through the desk of a Grand Consul of the Republic of Northwest.
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