Wood was an excellent spy. He had many skills, both for fighting and for daily use.
Of course, this included driving and riding. Even though he was poisoned and uncomfortable, he was still an excellent coachman and could drive the carriage steadily on the road.
Not only that, because his carriage did not carry much weight, it was faster than ordinary carriages and overtook other carriages along the way.
If this happened on Earth, it would definitely be extremely eye-catching. Of course, it was the same in this world. However, Wood was not happy.
He was a spy and had just killed his wife. No matter which crime was exposed, there would be great trouble. So now he needed to keep a low profile, as low as possible.
According to this line of thought, he ought to have driven the carriage a little slower. But right now, he was so eager to return home that he wished he could grow wings and fly directly to the Highest Tower. How could he slow down!
After a day, he gave up.
It would be better if he was not found out. But if he was found out, then it was his fate.
In fact, what could he do if he went back? He was just a spy. Even if he was of a higher rank, he was just a part of the cornerstone of the "Commonwealth of Mifata." His superior was a senior official of the Commonwealth. His status was almost equivalent to that of a consul or a grand consul. If he went to see him as a great artist, he might be able to see him. But if he went to see him as a spy … he might not even be able to enter the gate of the intelligence agency.
Maybe … he could go through the official channel and use the identity of the "great artist of the Republic of Northwest" to see him?
Wood thought about this when he rested at the courier station at night.
The courier station was newly built in recent years. To put it bluntly, it was a large hotel for passengers to stay overnight. At the same time, it also had fences and stables. There were also people to take care of the horses. Of course, there were also attendants to take care of the passengers.
As long as one was willing to spend a little money, one could sleep on a sturdy bed, with bedding, hot water, and delicious dinner and breakfast.
Of course, there were some stingy businessmen who were reluctant to spend this little money and would rather sleep in the carriage at night. There was a large open space next to the courier station for these stingy businessmen.
But even so, they still needed to buy water at the courier station.
There was no clean water in the Ashes Woods unless they were willing to use the valuable carriage to carry these things that could not be sold at a price in any town.
Of course, the merchants wouldn't do that, so they could only buy water from the courier station.
The water in the relay station also came with a cost, as it had to be purified by a magic array.
Because the relay station had to be built along the road, it couldn't rely on the Earth Veins. Hence, apart from drawing some Mana from the nearby Earth Veins, most of the magic arrays had to rely on planting some magic plants or simply using Mana Stones.
This was not a small amount of expenditure. If it were not for the fact that the Republic of Northwest's government had unified management, many courier stations would not have been able to sustain themselves.
The price of accommodation, food, and clean water was estimated based on the total cost.
Based on these prices, these relay stations could be considered to have a slight profit. It wasn't much, but it was still a profit.
As for the staff at the relay station, they were all paid by the Chinese government. They were considered to have an iron rice bowl.
It wasn't that Sui Xiong hadn't thought about contracting or getting a guaranteed basic salary and getting a commission. But after the discussion at the meeting, everyone felt that this method might not work well. The result of the prediction magic deduction was almost the same, so Sui Xiong did not insist on his own plan.
After all, this was not a game, but governing a country. The effect was the most important. His personal ideas and concepts had to give way to the actual effect.
In fact, there was nothing wrong with sharing rice. At least the relay stations were still operating well. Wood had a good rest that night. Although he woke up several times because of the pain in his internal organs, it had nothing to do with the relay stations.
The next morning, amid the noise of the merchants who were in a hurry to get on their way, he set off without a word.
Just like that, he set off in the morning and stayed at night. He finally arrived at Void City.
The journey was quite smooth, but Wood felt that his body seemed to be getting weaker because of the poison.
He really wanted to find a priest to treat him in the temple, but that would mean that his whereabouts would be exposed. This was not a big deal, but how could he explain why an ordinary artist would be poisoned by this strange poison?
Wood couldn't think of any reasonable explanation, especially since the priests had spells to detect lies, which were even more difficult to deceive.
So he had to force himself to stay sick and go to the Kingdom of Light through the portal.
The Kingdom of Light was the former Kingdom of Holy Angels. Since the fall of the former Sun God, the upper echelons of the Kingdom of Holy Angels, which had almost monopolized the belief of the former Sun God, were brutally purged. Countless people died, but this also laid the foundation of the new country. Over the years, although the believers of the former Sun God still wanted to make some big news from time to time, the belief of the human gods had basically been stabilized, and they could not make any more trouble.
After all, the god behind them had fallen, and even the priesthood had been divided by the God of Fire Element and the Goddess of Twilight. There was no possibility of resurrection. Under such circumstances, even if there were still people who insisted on believing in him, what was the point of a faith that could not be responded to?
Wood easily found a temple in the capital of the Kingdom of Light who was willing to help him treat. Although the fee was a little expensive, he did not intend to come back alive from this trip. Since he did not care about his life anymore, why should he care about money?
Although the temple charged a lot of money, it did a good job. The officiant personally took care of it, and also brought along six priests and six priests. A total of 13 people jointly held a ceremony. The poison in Wood's body was immediately completely removed, and his whole person was completely restored to the peak state.
Wood put on some makeup and used the teleportation portal again. He was first transported to Void City, and then to the Highest Tower.
But standing on the street of the Highest Tower, he was a little lost.
Should he really go to the temple just like that?
Should he go as the spy Wood, or as the artist Wood?
He had always been a decisive person, but at this time, he could not help but hesitate.
After thinking about it again and again, he decided to wait and solve the things that he wanted to settle first. After all, after he had settled his concerns and wishes, he could go to his superiors and talk about it in detail.
After all … after the discussion, he would probably die.
Thinking of this, he did not hesitate anymore and went straight to the civilian area.
There was a small restaurant there, which had been passed down for four generations. The owner had a secret recipe passed down in his family, and the few southern specialties were cooked to a very high standard. Over the past ten years, every time he had a meal, he would often think of this restaurant.
He had to settle his wishes one by one, and he would start with this!
After almost an hour, Wood had not finished his meal, but his information had been sent to the head of intelligence of the Mifata Federation.
"Wood is back?" The head of intelligence looked at the information and frowned. "What does he mean by this?"
"A spy returning without permission is regarded as a betrayal," said his secretary.
The head of intelligence shook his head. "We have already determined that he has betrayed us. Adding on this is meaningless."
He pondered for a while, and his eyes suddenly lit up. "Could it be … that he has not betrayed us?"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense. He could not help but laugh. "I don't know what method he used, but there is no doubt that he has learned from Bei Feng that we think he has betrayed us … Haha, he has come back to quarrel with us!"
"This method … Is there no problem?" asked the secretary, frowning.
The head of intelligence thought for a while and said, "Of course there is a problem, but compared to 'Wood has not betrayed us,' those are nothing."
He smiled and said, "Talents are rare, and a talent like him is even rarer. Although I really want to deal with him according to the rules, rules are dead, and people are alive … Let me put it this way, Wood is worthy of me making an exception. "
"He is just a spy …"
"Haha! You can't treat him as an ordinary spy. " The head of intelligence was in a good mood and said happily, "He is the most outstanding spy in our Federation, maybe even the most outstanding spy in the world. For a talent like him, as long as he does not make mistakes of principle, everything else is trivial. "
"But … after so many years, he has not been able to send us any valuable information."
The head of intelligence's face sank, and his smile disappeared.
After a few seconds, he ordered the deputy in charge of espionage to come over.
When the deputy arrived, he introduced Wood's situation and asked him to handle it.
"How should we handle it?" asked the deputy calmly.
"Do as you see fit." The head of intelligence replied calmly, "This is all the information we have. Why did he come back, what did he do before coming back, and even whether he betrayed us … These are all uncertain. Most importantly, what has he experienced all these years? Why has the efficiency of intelligence decreased? Bei Feng has not reported these things, so we have no way of knowing. "
"So you want me to ask him first and clarify the matter?" asked the deputy.
"Up to you." The head of intelligence smiled and waved his hand. "I can rest assured if you handle it."
After the deputy left, he narrowed his eyes and revealed a cold smile.
That's right, how could he not be assured? If there were results, it would not be without his leader's credit. If there were any mistakes, it would be a betrayal of his trust.
This method, no matter how many times it was used, it was still so effective!
"Wood … why did you come back? And what are you planning to do? " He raised his head and muttered to himself, "But no matter why, no matter what you want to do, to us, the most important thing is whether you will listen to us."
"I hope you can understand. Otherwise, hur hur, I can be of some help …"
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