There is a road outside Fabro's estate, which is dry and dusty, and it rains like soup. He himself had to suffer that every time he rode by in a carriage, and when the ruts got stuck in the mud, he had to call the slaves of the manor to push them.

The camp also has to pass through that road.

Fabro still remembers Zhou Qingfeng's first day at his manor, frowning at that stretch of road. After announcing that they were going to build a camp, the latter immediately organized people to fill the muddy road with sand.

Wait for the camp's workshop to lay the sawn planks straight on the pavement according to the wood. Although the wheels are clattering, the driving speed is much faster and there is a lot less trouble.

When Fabro came out of the camp, he saw the road about 100 meters away. Four or five camp homeless people stood on both sides of the road, both to maintain the road surface and to prevent theft of planks.

It is said that half of the planks were stolen on the night the road was paved. Zhou Qingfeng was angry at Fabro for this, "The people who take care of your manor, especially your housekeeper, what is there to steal from a few wooden boards?" ”

Fabro is not ashamed of this. He admires Victor. Hugo had excellent management skills, but he still wanted to maintain his noble life.

"Prepare the car, we need to get into the city." Fabro said to the butler.

The carriage drove out of the manor and through the planked muddy ground. A dozen slaves who followed the cart found themselves without exerting any force, and they all giggled. It usually takes half an hour to push this section of the road, but today it took less than a minute to pass.

The dirt road outside the manor has existed for more than a decade, and Fabro likes to let his slaves push his cart on rainy days. Zhou Qingfeng didn't have any prior consultation, and he did it casually, and he was stunned to lose his fun.

The 'Chief Alchemist' in the carriage was very unhappy.

The carriage drove towards Coldwind City, passing through the gates to the noble quarter. Fabro wanted to go to the City Lord's Mansion, and there were some things that he had to report to the Longlegs family. But through the city gate, a figure on the side of the road attracted his idea.

"Powell."

One of the adventurers paused, looking back at Fabro with a wry smile. Mr. Inspector of the Inspectorate wore an old leather armor and blended in with the crowd.

"Your Excellency, you've been making a name for yourself in the city lately." Powell got into the carriage and opened his mouth to mock secretly. "With your help, the one from the Black Forest is causing us a lot of trouble."

It was Fabro who lured Powell to Harmony Village in the first place, and almost trapped the spy in the village. In a blink of an eye, Fabro cooperated with Zhou Qingfeng and completely set Powell aside.

Fabro has been making a name for himself lately, but now the limelight is making Victor famous. Hugo covered. When he heard this, he faintly became angry, "What is the Supervision Office doing during this time? Don't you notice something is wrong in the city? ”

"What can you do?" Powell replied lazily, "As the eyes of the family, we will keep an eye on all movements inside and outside the city, and we are ready to die for His Excellency the city lord." ”

"I haven't been staring at Victor lately. Hugo? Fabro asked.

Powell was furious, "Your Excellency Fabro, if you hadn't helped Victor. Hugo enters the City of Cold Winds, can he make such a big noise? What's ......, he's out of your control now? ”

A string of rhetorical questions and ridicule, no matter how thick Fabro's face is, he can't hang up. He snorted coldly and looked at Powell. Mr. Spy was helpless, so he could only whisper: "Now the Supervision Office can't control Victor. Hugo is gone. ”

"What do you mean?" Fabro furrowed his eyebrows and asked, "Your Inspectorate can be responsible for monitoring the whole city." ”

Powell shook his head, "About half a month ago, more than half of the Inspectorate's eyeliners in the city were killed. Our chief was furious about this and ordered an investigation.

can be checked and checked, not only did they not find out who the murderer was, but the loss of eyeliner became more and more. The situation has been even more embarrassing lately, and there are rumors in the city that our chief is an abyssal priest, an extremely evil worm believer.

People have somehow believed this rumor, and many powerful people are alienating us, refusing to provide information or cooperate. The Office of the Ombudsman has even defected, and things are getting worse and worse. ”

Speaking of rumors, Powell has believed all the information in the rumors. The people in the city are not blind, and the strange behavior of His Excellency the Chief in the past ten years has made people in the Supervision Office panic. No one wants to be a sacrifice to an evil insect.

Fabro has been outside the city for a while, but he didn't expect the situation inside the city to change so quickly. He hurriedly asked, "What is the tendency of the wizarding group now?" ”

Powell sneered, "I'm not from the Wizarding Order, how do I know?" All I know is that the low-level wizards and apprentices are furious about it. Everyone has long been dissatisfied with the Supervision Office, but the matter of the Abyss Sacrifice is still beyond the imagination of many people. ”

It sounds far more serious than you think. Fabro originally wanted to go to the City Lord's Mansion, but he couldn't hold back and ordered the coachman to go to the Wizard's Tower immediately. He had to understand the attitude of the wizards in the city.

Powell got out of the carriage and walked around the city, making sure no one was following him. He walked to an ordinary house in the civilian area. After answering a few incision codes, the door opened and let him in.

There were several people waiting in the room, all of whom were colleagues from the Ombudsman's Office. Seeing Powell coming in, someone asked urgently: "How is the situation in the city?" ”

Powell shook his head, "We're just getting too late to realize." The murderer who killed our eyeliner before can be determined to be Victor. Hugo, and even himself. But ......"

One of the agents said indignantly, "The wizarding group doesn't care about it, doesn't it?" They just let outsiders run rampant in our city? ”

Another spy said disdainfully: "It was the scoundrels in the city who died, and it was the eyes of our Supervision Department." The Wizarding Order was all Victor. Hugo is co-opted, how can he care about this? ”

"It's weird. On weekdays, the various forces in the city are constantly fighting among themselves, but this time they actually have a unified opinion. Victor. Hugo's ability is really great. ”

"You don't even see how those wizards are currying favor with Victor right now. Hugo, how to flock to the Harmony Chamber of Commerce to spell orders. Recently Victor. Hugo has come up with a new trick, what kind of mass shopping he has engaged in, which is also a membership system.

For a monthly fee of five copper coins, commoners can also join. Although the discount is only 80% off, there is news in the city that many poor ghosts are raising money to join the club. For them, it's good to save a copper coin. ”

The spies exchanged information with each other, and they were all surprised by the current situation. One of them asked Powell, "Are we going to report the situation to the chief?" ”

"You want to go back, you go back. I don't dare to go back now. Powell shook his head directly, "The current situation is too weird, and I'm thinking about leaving the city for a while." ”

"So the rumors that the chief is an abyss sacrifice are true?"

"Do you think the shriveled scribes around the chief are still alive?"

"How many secrets are hidden in the Inspectorate?"

Listening to the whispered discussion of his colleagues, Powell stood at the window and glanced at the sky outside, as if inadvertently interjecting, "I learned a message from the City Lord Guard yesterday that they plan to capture an evil insect sacrifice. ”

The spies were dumbfounded......

Powell sighed, "Victor. Hugo's hand was stretched too long, and we were too slow to react in this matter. It's late, really late. ”