Mr. Kingsgard Black is standing on the roof of the Port Authority building in Port Evantia, where he has a panoramic view of this huge, busy port city, wearing sheepskin riding boots and a black woolen coat.

He shivered, tightened his collar, and when he looked down, he found a pool of cloudy and whitish bird droppings on his shoulder, and scolded the seagulls soaring overhead:

"Shit, you goddamn shit-making machines! I just bought this coat! ”

Just a month ago, he received an order from Baron Colin Douglas, Minister of Intelligence, to forge the identity of Shang Rao, far away from his homeland, to this strange continent, enter a strange country, and live in this strange port city.

The clothing, culture, food and other aspects of the place are very different from those of his native Valstad, but the language here is not unfamiliar to him, because he, Kingsgaard Black, has been known as a talent since then.

In the year he celebrated his sixteenth birthday at the rite of passage, he was fluent in seven languages, strong and agile, won the amateur championship and was a diplomat the following year with perfect marks.

Every relative and friend thinks that he will soar along this road of official fortune and prosperity, and he will resign from his resignation to the peak of his life.

Contrary to Rao's expectations, after only two months at an embassy, Kingsgard Black, the youngest diplomat in history, voluntarily resigned.

His reasoning was rather absurd, that the position of diplomat was too mediocre, that each of them repeated the previous work without any new ideas, that he did not feel any challenge, that he felt that he was wasting his young life, wasting his good years.

Then he made a surprising move and was once again admitted to the mysterious Ministry of Intelligence with a perfect score and became an agent of the Imperial Ministry of Intelligence.

The act of kindness is incomprehensible to family and friends.

However, he prefers to seek excitement and live a life of no fixed place and licking blood from the knife.

This is one of the most dangerous professions in the world. If you don't know where you will be arrested by hostile forces, and on any continent, in any country, there can only be one end for espionage - that is, the death penalty.

However, talent is talent, especially a talent like Kingsgard Blake, who is both endowed and knows how to work hard, and will shine wherever he goes.

In just six months after joining the company, he made a series of miraculous achievements and quickly rose to fame, becoming a top intelligence agent on an equal footing with Colin Douglas.

Subsequently, he voluntarily gave up the opportunity to compete with his colleagues for the head of the intelligence department, stayed in the position of front-line intelligence work, and became a well-deserved ace agent of the Valstad Empire, and his code name "Emu" also became a legendary label in the intelligence community.

Although he was ostensibly only a junior intelligence officer, with a low rank and only a second lieutenant, due to the favor of His Majesty the Emperor, the actual power of the ace agent Kingsgaard had long since far surpassed that of his superiors in the Ministry of Intelligence, and was only slightly inferior to Baron Colin Douglas, the Minister of Intelligence.

The overseas mission, codenamed "Manticore", is an extremely rare AAA-level classified mission, and only officials with the corresponding declassification authority can get a glimpse of it.

Kingsgaard likes to take on challenges the most, and when others encounter setbacks, they find it tricky and headaches, but he becomes excited. After many years of engaging in intelligence work, this mission can be regarded as the ultimate challenge, and its far-reaching impact can be called the most far-reaching in history, and it is even related to the fate of the world in the next few decades.

As with every previous mission, Kingsgaard Black was accustomed to acting alone, aboard the continent of Avon on a sloop of tobacco smuggling, and successfully disguised himself as a wealthy fur merchant from the continent of Eurasia under the pseudonym "Mr. Kimbrie" with the help of pre-forged identification documents.

Kingsgard Black carried out his mission in a unique way, not at all like other agents, who were cautious for fear of attracting the attention of the enemy.

He didn't think of himself as a spy at all, but as a real foreign businessman, and in Solan with a Valstad accent, he didn't shy away from questioning. He swaggered around the city, staying in the best hotels, dressing in fashionable clothes, and trying to get in touch with local celebrities.

In only half a month, he has fully adapted to this strange land, and his knowledge of the city has even surpassed that of some natives.

He has come up with a set of in-intelligence steps, the first step being to understand the climate of the mission location.

Kingsgaard found that it was a very large country, full of internal and external troubles, old-fashioned, bloated.

Compared with the advanced management model of the motherland Valsta, the Solan Kingdom, which had just completed the feat of unifying the Yawen continent, still maintained the ancient slavery system.

In the streets and suburbs of the port city of Savantia, there are three different types of slaves.

The first was the most despicable slaves, the people who were taken captive from abroad by slave traders, or who were defeated and surrendered.

They have no basic human rights to freedom, and they are chained in sheds with their livestock and forced to do the hardest labor.

For example, those tired slender men outside the port, or the miners who work underground all year round, their fate is often to be exhausted to death, and then thrown into the wilderness by their owners, the corpses are eaten by wild beasts, insects and ants, and the whole person disappears without a trace as if it never existed.

The fate of the second type of slaves was much stronger than that of the first, in the continent of Yawen, they had a large population base, the most populous class, not only owning houses, but also having the basic right to marry and reproduce, they were serfs bound to the land, and the property rights of these lands belonged to large farms run by noble landlords or new-hearted capitalists.

These serfs had to do a lifetime of heavy farm work for their masters, and the food they produced fed the mouths of the whole continent of Yawen, but they could not get a single copper, and each could only get a little ration enough to feed themselves and their families, and if they encountered drought and locust plagues, and the harvest was not good, they would be punished, and they could only starve, and even the tragedy of the whole family of the serfs being starved to death was not uncommon, although there was no decent tombstone, they could at least be buried after death.

The third type of slave was in a better situation, and his status was close to that of ordinary citizens, and he was considered half a free man.

They were slave laborers who worked in the workshop, and although they did not have the freedom to leave their workplaces, they could still receive at least a small monthly remuneration at their disposal, and some of the hard-working slave laborers could even save enough money in their old age to redeem themselves as free people, and spend their last years happily and let their descendants become free men.

The kingdom of Solan has a society dominated by money, even if it is a high-ranking nobleman or a priest, as long as he is bankrupt, he will inevitably become a slave of the above three types.

After living here for a while, Kingsgaard became more and more homesick.

The freedmen of the kingdom of Solan exploited slaves like livestock, and commoners, nobles, and clergy were even better, and occasionally showed some mercy, giving a sip of hot soup to the dying slave children.

Worst of all were the new-hearted bourgeois nouveau riche, the manor or the plantier, who would kill a few slaves out of anger at the slightest disappointment, and who were disgusted by some cruel scenes, and who would have tried to assassinate them several times to save the wretched people if he had not been on a mission.

In his native Valstad, due to the enlightened rule of Her Majesty the Empress, a person like his old colleague Colin was able to climb to a high position through his own efforts, although it was still imperfect, it was much stronger than the slave-filled kingdom of Solan.

The foundation of the power and all the wealth of the Kingdom of Solan was based on the exploitation of slaves, and there was a huge hidden danger in it, because once the foundation of slavery was shaken, the entire kingdom would be in danger.

If you read the newspapers, you will know that every now and then one or more slave leaders will lead an armed rebellion against the suffering, and that the country's powerful institutions are struggling to deal with the endless slave rebellions, which often end in bloody and brutal repression, affecting many innocent people who did not participate in the rebellion, and the cries of these unjust souls echo in the wilderness and no one cares.

Kingsgaard soon realized that such slave rebellions could be exploited as a good means of gaining an advantage in the war, as he mentioned in his secret letter to the Ministry of Intelligence.

In the second month, the time was ripe, the ace agent was ready to start the real mission, and the "Manticore" operation officially began.