In the third round of interviews, the examiner will ask them all sorts of strange questions.

"What do you think of ordinary animals?"

These questions are quirky and not the technical ones they imagined.

Some orcs have poor language skills, and they can't answer after thinking about it for a long time, and they are expelled.

The spy from Saltpeter Town was the fifty-ninth person to enter, and the first question was whether it was difficult or not easy, and his answer was not to actively hunt animals.

Because the news that the soldier shot the bird last night and was reprimanded by Allen spread, the free people were talking about it, and as a slave, he naturally heard the news.

No, his answer was greeted with a satisfied smile from the examiner.

The next question, "Are the primordial orcs really damned?" ”

He began to sweat profusely, of course the primitive beast clan was a damn existence, but now it was a recruitment interview, and any question must have its deep meaning, he couldn't answer it so quickly.

Among the first fifty-eight people, fifty orcs were eliminated, and there was a question answer that explained the third level eliminated most of the orcs who were not qualified in thought.

"I think the evil primitive orcs deserve to die." The lion scout shook the lion's tail behind him, his little face very nervous.

The examiner was stunned, thought for a few seconds, and nodded to continue answering.

Wagner breathed a sigh of relief, but the third question came again.

"Is it right that slavery in Lionheart should be abolished?"

"I guess that's right." Wagner said against his will.

The slavery system in Tomorrowtown has a promotion mechanism and has room for upward development, while Lionheart has no possibility of promotion, and the difference between the two makes Wagner feel very uncomfortable.

If the ruler promoted a large number of slaves to freemen, then how to solve the problem of food, he thought it would be difficult to solve.

Then the examiner asked a series of ideological questions, and Wagner, with his on-the-spot adaptability, carried out the words against his will to the end, and finally passed the final interview level.

The final interview level was located in the conference room on the second floor of the administration, where several Assassin orcs in green uniforms stood guard, and in the center of the Assassin orcs sat a black-haired human in a cotton shirt.

From the first glance of entering the door, Wagner's eyes met Alan's eyes and heard a snap of his fingers, and then he saw Alan's mouth open and open, as if asking him something,

The others were a little confused, as if the soles of their feet were stepping in the clouds, not steady, not knowing how to answer, and all kinds of thoughts were pouring out of their hearts.

The food in Tomorrow Town is really good, the house where the freedmen live seems to be great, the promotion of the freedmen is incredible, you have to be careful to pass the carrier pigeon and so on tonight.

After thinking for a moment, Wagner retracted his thoughts.

"Mr. Wagner, you can go back to work, if you don't notice tomorrow, I'm sorry you may not be selected." Alan smiled faintly.

"Ah, so fast?"

Wagner the lionman was confused, and didn't understand what it was like for Alan to sit down and go back to work.

There was no choice but to return to the slave site and continue to work.

When the working slaves gathered around him while he was eating and asked him if he had been admitted, Wagner could only say that it was hanging and that it should not be possible.

Because during the interview process, the orcs who cheered to leave were all admitted on the spot, and most of the orcs politely refused in the form of waiting for tomorrow.

He didn't care whether he was notified or not, anyway, tonight must be the night of the pigeon release.

In the dead of night, when all the sites were resting, the slaves went back to sleep in the sheds.

Wagner slept in his straw mat as usual, and after sleeping for three hours suddenly opened his eyes, and the lion's ears moved slightly, and quietly climbed into his seat, and after making sure that no other orcs were watching, he came to a dense forest, and pushed aside a bush, and saw the carrier pigeon waiting on the broken branch.

The pigeon has a grey spot on its right wing, which is a pigeon bred by the Anderson family, and the wings of each pigeon are treated with dye to identify who the pigeon belongs to.

"It's good you're here, I don't have to whistle." Wagner breathed a sigh of relief.

He is different from other spies, some intelligence spies have just entered the industry, they do not have a single carrier pigeon, they can only share a carrier pigeon with others, and he himself has been in the industry for ten years, and has already cultivated several mature carrier pigeons.

He smuggled these pigeons into Tomorrowtown, where they were to be placed in a forest somewhere and set up a nest for him.

When it was time to deliver the message, tie a note and it would fly back to Saltpeter on its own, and back to the settlement the next day.

It took him several years to learn the skills that made him a well-known intelligence spy in the Anderson family.

He found out the prepared note, the words inside were written in coal stone, and the storage was very poor, and in case of rain, the whole paper might be blackened with soot.

"Let's go to Saltpeter, go and come back quickly." After tying the note, Wagner took out a few grains of sweaty and smelly rice from his bosom and handed them to the pigeon's mouth.

The gray-feathered pigeon stared sideways, staring at the rice, unmoved, and faintly feeling of disgust.

"Well, don't you like to eat, in the past, as soon as I fed you, you pecked out in two or three." Wagner did not believe in evil, and grabbed the rice full of the smell of sweat, trying to stuff the pigeon's mouth.

Where can the pigeon resist, flutter and flutter and fly away, disappearing into the night.

"Ran away without eating? Forget it, I'll find food when I'm hungry. Wagner didn't think much of it, thinking it was because he hadn't seen him for many days, which made the pigeons feel that he was a little strange.

……

After the little gray feather pigeon flew into the sky, it flew hundreds of meters in the direction of saltpeter town, and then secretly bent and flew in the other direction, and the scenery around it changed from forest to inhabitant.

A few seconds later, it slid into the window of a concrete house.

"Goo!"

The pigeon cooed quietly, and after a second, Alan climbed out of bed and touched the pigeon's head.

He is accustomed to sleep with constant vigilance, which is the experience he has left on other planes, and the player is often the most dangerous when he sleeps.

Because this infinite stream can't be offline at any time, sleeping to make up for sleep is the best time to sneak up on the player, so he doesn't dare to sleep deeply.

Under the window was a wood-drawn table made by a carpenter, who opened the drawer and took out a few fresh grains of rice, which were fragrant, yellow and clear, and had been washed in water.

And there is a small white bowl on the table, the bowl contains clear spring water, and the pigeon can drink a sip of clear spring water after sending the letter, which is delicious.

The pigeons cooed and drank water, buried themselves in the rice, and became more and more disgusted with their original owners.

And Allen spread out the note and saw the information content of the artillery recruitment.

"It's artillery recruitment again, eleven carrier pigeons came in one night, all of the same content, and the pigeon breeders from Saltpeter Town have all come to my town?" Alan said speechlessly.