Similar to the earth, all countries in the world also attach great importance to intelligence work. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

For example, the Eagle Kingdom and the Duchy of Griffons both have a group of scouts known as the "Eyes of the Sky". They harness magical beasts that can fly high in the sky, use magic to hide their figures and breath, hide in the gaps in the clouds, and spy on other countries.

For example, the Mystic Tower Federation has a huge magic pool, and countless mages temporarily store their magic in it so that they can access it when they need it in the future. And the federal officials used the massive amount of magic power collected by this magic pool to cast some extremely high-level spells, so as to obtain some secret information that is absolutely impossible to obtain through normal channels.

As for the Gold Federation, it casts a wide net, gathering information from all the merchants and peddlers, and then a group of shrewd and capable intelligence officers battle the mountains of intelligence every day, sorting out what they want from countless bits and pieces.

The North-Western Republic was a very young country, and the intelligence services were limited in manpower and under-resourced. So they have to make up for the lack of quantity and quality, and lack of manpower? Then let go of the simple things and concentrate the limited manpower on the important things.

For example, Wood's information, which was taken away from the spies and sent back to Clito, deputy director of the Fishery and Game Resources Survey Office under the Department of Agriculture of the Northwest Republic. Deputy Director Clito was very disgusted with this work outside his own job, but he was a little afraid of being glared at by his wife, so he helplessly muttered "This will charge overtime pay" and set off.

A legendary powerhouse, when he was only a middle-level strength, he was able to kidnap a marquis's daughter and elope, and it was really easy to do this kind of trivial thing of stealing chickens and dogs. Except for his own dissatisfaction, the whole thing was done beautifully and unnoticed.

About two months after Wood's message, officials from the Secret Tower of Secret Fata received his information.

For intelligence work, it takes two months for a piece of information to arrive, which is simply outrageously slow. In this field, magic communication is used in the vast majority of cases, and although it is expensive and inefficient, it is better than it is faster.

Quick, that's enough.

Because what intelligence pursues is nothing more than "accurate", "secretive" and "fast". The first two points are often met but not obtained, and even if the best intelligence officers are dispatched, it may not be possible to do so at a great cost. Except for the last point, just spend money.

Other countries may have to worry about how to find a group of mid- and high-level mages who are willing to serve them, but what kind of place is the Mystic Tower Federation? It is the magic holy land of the entire main plane! Is there still a shortage of mages here?

Now that there are enough people, the rest is only a matter of money. For a big country, is money still a problem?

Therefore, the intelligence work of the Mystic Tower Federation has always been the best, not to mention the main plane, even if it happens in other planes, as long as it has a close relationship with the Mystic Tower Federation, it will be sent to the intelligence agency within a day or two after the news comes out for sorting and research.

However, no matter how much money the Mystic Tower Federation has, it can't be spent casually, and only those important information that is really valuable can enjoy the treatment of "not caring about money", and can be teleported by magic and sent back to the Federation in the first time.

Wood's intelligence was initially able to enjoy this kind of treatment, especially when he sent out a map of the defense of Pyroxene, which made his superiors very satisfied, and praised him for it.

But the good times didn't last long, and as time went on, there was less and less valuable information, and Wood's intelligence treatment became lower and lower. Now, the information he sent out has been marked as "least urgent", using the same transmission channels as civilian information, and it is nothing more than an extra secret.

Wood didn't know these things. He only knew that the country needed him to lurk in the heart of other countries, and constantly collect all kinds of information and send it back. If he wants, maybe he'll have to lurk for the rest of his life, and if he does, maybe he'll draw his sword tomorrow...... In short, he's a pinion in the vast state apparatus of the Mystic Tower Federation - no, far less important, he's probably just a handful of dirt in a farmland, or a glass of water in a pond, that's all.

But even if it is a handful of soil or a glass of water, he is still performing his duties very seriously and does not dare to slack off.

It's a pity that his superiors don't think so.

"Again, this kind of worthless intelligence...... Wood, this kid, seems to have something else on his mind. It took about half a minute to read his information—even less than Ferex used—the head of intelligence for the Mystic Tower Federation frowned, tapping his fingers on the table and thinking about what to do.

After a while, he made up his mind and let the herald give an order.

In less than three minutes, a middle-aged man with a very ordinary appearance, walking on the street like a drop of water flowing into a sea of people, walked in.

"Something is wrong with the number ninety-seven spy. The intelligence chief said, "Prepare to activate the replacement plan." ”

As soon as the middle-aged man recalled for a while, he remembered the identity and work of this ninety-seven, frowned and said: "He has taken root in the Northwest Republic, and there is hope that he will blend into the upper class of society in the future, and it is a pity to replace him now." ”

The intelligence director shook his head: "His mind has changed, and in the past three years, he has not sent back a single piece of valuable information." ”

"Maybe it's just because he's cautious enough?" said the middle-aged man, "and he was able to completely abolish his strength that was almost at the top of the hierarchy in order to be lurking." It is unlikely that such a person will have a change of mind. ”

That being said, but the truth is that he has changed his mind. Without explaining in detail, the intelligence director waved his hand, "Go and prepare, we have to make sure that intelligence point." ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, sighed, and turned around and went out.

A soldier's duty is to obey orders, even if he disapproves of the order and finds it ridiculous.

He had submitted his opinion, but it was rejected, and that couldn't be helped.

When he returned to his room, he was silent for a long time before he said to his adjutant, "Are there any female spies with a certain artistic quality lately? The kind that can carry out long-term tasks, and the age cannot be too big or too young." ”

The adjutant thought for a moment and listed a few names.

"Give them special training in carving, and in addition, bring up the detailed information of Spy Ninety-Seven. The middle-aged man said, "After the training, choose the one with the most stable performance, arrange for her to be the wife of Ninety-Seven, and send her to Pyroxene City." ”

The adjutant nodded, jotted down the matter, and casually asked, "Do you need to hurry?"

"No, I don't. The middle-aged man thought for a while, and a hint of color flowed in his eyes, "The training should be more detailed, proper, and there must be no mistakes." This spy is going to take over from No. 97, and the training standard must be high. ”

The adjutant immediately understood what he meant, smiled slightly, nodded and went out.

After the adjutant left, the middle-aged man thought carefully for a while, shook his head, and frowned.

"How is that possible!" he muttered under his breath, "totally unreasonable......

At this time, in the office of the intelligence director, there was another magician covered in a black robe.

"There's something wrong with someone on my side. "I'm going to send someone to replace him, you prepare a little bit, and when the time comes, I'm going to let him die like a drunken man with a lot of blood, and no one can check for a problem." ”

The black-robed magician didn't speak, just nodded silently.

"It's a shame...... I knew that he was unreliable, so I might as well feed him to the witch. Maybe we can cultivate a witch to ......," the intelligence director said with some regret, and then moved on to another topic, "How many witches are available at the moment?"

"Six. The black-robed magician replied, his voice hoarse and weak.

"Too little!"

"Witches are troublesome to cultivate, but they are lost quickly. ”

"yes...... Because it's so easy to use. The intelligence director smiled slightly, but there was nothing kind in his smile, "Intensify your training." ”

"The materials needed to cultivate witches are very difficult to obtain, and they need to be authorized. ”

The intelligence director sneered: "It's useless to say it no matter how many times, I can't give you this authorization." You want the materials, you figure it out yourself! I'm not going to give you any promises. On the contrary, if something happens, I won't admit anything. ”

"When I don't know you sorcery researchers, it's just that you want me to take responsibility for you. Tell you, don't even think about it!" The intelligence director's face turned cold as ice, "The person who has the problem is much stronger than you in terms of seniority and strength, but I can replace him at any time if necessary." The same goes for you. ”

The black-robed magician stopped talking.

"Go ahead and prepare, I'll let you know when you need to do something. The intelligence director waved his hand, like chasing a fly, "Don't try to test or fight for anything, I will give you the benefits that can be given." What I don't give, I can't give. You're a soldier now, not a businessman, don't play the bargain game with me - this is the last reminder, understand?"

The black-robed magician was silent, bowed his head, and turned to leave.

After waiting for the other party, the intelligence director tapped his fingers lightly on the table and groaned.

This time he was thinking about something else, as for the spy codenamed "Wood...... A useless spy is no longer worth wasting even a second of thought about it.

Little did Wood know that his fate had been decided by a few conversations in his office tens of thousands of miles away. (To be continued.) )