The people of the Republic of Northwest and the Church of the Void Mask were not the only ones preparing for the coming war.
"… The Mifata Federation and the Republic of Northwest, one is in the southernmost part of the Main Plane, and the other is in the northernmost part of the Main Plane. They are tens of thousands of miles apart, and it would take almost ten days to fly even by flying magical beast. The long geographical distance makes it impossible for the two countries to have any fundamental conflict of interest. Even if there is a conflict of interest, neither side has the ability to attack the other from a distance.
"To sum up, I think that in the war that the Republic of Northwest will face, we can stand in a position that has nothing to do with both sides and try to gain benefits from it. There is no more profitable business in the world than selling supplies to both sides of the war at the same time!
"If you have to choose a side, I suggest the Republic of Northwest. No matter what, it was impossible for it to be defeated by a mere attack from a small number of experts. As long as it doesn't collapse, it will soon be able to recover. It will become strong and prosperous again. As the saying goes, 'A cake when you are starving is more precious than a table of dishes.' If we can seize this opportunity to build a good relationship with them, we can form a solid alliance.
"If the two great powers of the south and the north join forces, we will form a circle around the whole Main Plane! In this way, after a few hundred years, this alliance will undoubtedly become the dominant force of the whole Main Plane! "
Wood finished the last line of words, put down the pen, looked at the secret letters that were densely written with code words, and smiled with relief.
After lurking in Pyroxene City for so many years, he finally got a really valuable piece of information.
This intelligence carefully analyzed the interests between the Republic of Northwest and the Mifata Federation from many perspectives, such as geography, resources, culture, society, and even the outlook of the world's countries, and finally came to an answer.
He believed that this answer should be correct.
As a senior spy, Wood had been to many places and had been exposed to a lot of political things. He had even received training in this area. Although he was only a woodcarver in Pyroxene City, in fact, he was fully competent for the work of a consul.
Over the years, he had been learning and thinking about the various policies of the Republic of Northwest and Pyroxene City. He felt that after more than a decade, his level had improved a lot.
Now, he could be regarded as an outstanding political talent, walking openly under the sun and being admired by others.
Of course, he did not have such extravagant hopes. To him, it was enough to help the Federation become stronger.
If the Commonwealth of Mifata was a huge magic tower, then it would be good to become one of those dazzling gems or mighty statues on the outer layer of the tower. But it would also be good to become an obscure cornerstone.
Wood was willing to be such a cornerstone and contribute his whole life to the prosperity and strength of the Commonwealth of Mifata!
Therefore, although he loved Pyroxene City and the Republic of Northwest very much, he would still stand on the side of the Mifata Federation when it came to critical issues.
After writing the secret letter, he carefully checked it twice to make sure that there were no mistakes or omissions. He summarized his thoughts and information and wrote them down in detail. Satisfied, he put away the secret letter, sealed it with a magic tool, and took it out of the door.
His destination was a shop that sold magical items.
This shop was not the intelligence station of the Mifata Federation, but if necessary, it could also provide some long-distance teleportation services — although the fee was very expensive.
Wood was a regular customer of the shop. He often came here to buy some magic materials to add special effects or functions to his wood carvings, so that he could create rare exquisite carvings. Most of the carving tools he was using now were custom-made from the dwarves who lived on the southwest coast of the Broken Cloud Mountains with the help of the owner of this shop.
That set of tools cost him a lot of money, but it was really worth it. It was very easy to use, greatly improved his work efficiency, and reduced the difficulty of making exquisite wood carvings.
After chatting with the owner for a while, he said that he wanted to borrow the transmission array to order some things from the "Grey Pigeon Magic Tools" in the Duchy of Thunder.
The Grey Pigeon Magic Tools was an old magic shop. It was located in a town in the southwest corner of the Main Plane, and was famous for its custom-made magic tools for its customers. The most precious carving knife in the set of carving tools that Wood had ordered was made by this shop.
In addition, this shop also served as a transfer station for the spies of the Commonwealth of Mifata to urgently transmit confidential information.
Whenever this channel was used, it meant that the information was extremely urgent and must be delivered to the head of intelligence of the Commonwealth immediately. Once this channel was used, it almost meant that the spy was very likely to be exposed — the secret of the Grey Pigeon Magic Tools was not a particularly big secret in the eyes of the intelligence agencies of the world.
Wood did not know whether he would be exposed this time, but he thought that as long as he could successfully send this information, even if he was exposed, it would be worth it.
Deep down, he sometimes felt that maybe being exposed, arrested, and executed was not necessarily an unacceptable ending.
Over the years, he had been taken care of by the Republic of Northwest and Pyroxene City in many ways. Especially when he was seriously ill once, if Archconsul Felix, who used to be the mayor of Pyroxene Town, had not given him an all-purpose medicine from His Majesty the Void Mask, he would definitely have died. That serious illness was essentially a sequela left behind by the head of intelligence who had secretly trained a "witch" to absorb his strength before he set off from the Mifata.
Speaking of which, according to the general rule, people who had their strength absorbed by a witch usually did not live more than ten years. Even if they barely survived the outbreak of the sequela, their bodies would rapidly weaken, and soon they would become unrecognizable. But Wood was completely different. Not only did he recover, but his lost strength was also rapidly recovering. Now he had almost recovered to his peak state, and was even about to step into the senior domain.
All this told him how precious that all-purpose medicine was!
Such an elixir was worth treasuring even for a Legendary Strongman. Perhaps even when a king was dying, it would be difficult to get it to save his life. However, Grand Consul Felix used it on Wood and gave him a new life.
Generally speaking, after receiving such a great favor, there was really no other choice but to repay it with his own life. But Wood was a spy …
Over the years, his heart had been in torment. Loyalty and kindness were like two huge rocks, pressing down on him and making it difficult for him to breathe. He did not know how many times he had woken up from nightmares.
(Maybe … this time, it can be completely solved …)
Wood activated the miniature transmission array and watched the secret information disguised as an "order form" disappear in the light of transmission. He sighed deeply.
Probably, everything was over.
"This is good too." He said to himself, "Although I am very sorry to Archconsul Felix, I am still a spy. Being discovered, arrested, interrogated, and killed … This is the only thing I can do for her. "
He could imagine how disappointed Archconsul Felix would be when the time came, but he had no other choice.
He was a shameful traitor, a despicable person who stole the trust of a friendly Strongman. Other than his own life, he had nothing else to use to atone for his sins.
Although … his life was completely insufficient to atone for his sins, what else could he do? In life, there would always be seven or eight out of ten things that did not go one's way.
Wood smiled bitterly, straightened his clothes, turned around, and walked out of the transmission room.
(How long do I have left?)
He pondered.
(Before I die, I should first finish the few wooden carvings that I promised. I have already let down Archconsul Felix, so I should not let down those customers who paid the deposit!)
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