......

This guy isn't actually a human, but a halfling disguised with Transfiguration, right?

My eyes fell on the scenery of the inner city, and for the sixth time I wondered like this—

I didn't answer most of his rambling questions, but he kept asking questions as if he didn't feel anything at all...... The chatter intensified to make me feel like I was being hit by a psychic blast – something I hadn't experienced since I was born, but I thought there should be at least some commonality between the two.

What annoys me even more is that these guys seem to be unfortunate enough to not get permission from the upper echelons to meet with them - Ms. Anna Sue, who is acting for the city lords, is the busiest person in the city, and time is precious enough to make an appointment for two months later, so there is no point in making this guy look forward to something.

Why should I promise to be a guide for these guys?

Forget it, anyway, after arriving in the inner city, these things can be handed over to those housekeeping managers to deal with, although my identity does not participate in the management of the city, but this small order should not cause much trouble.

"Oops! Isn't this the latest chapter in Sword of Pine Resin? Well, this is a real sequel! I'm so lucky...... I was able to find it here!"

The shrill shout once again broke the noisy tolerance I had just raised—the viscount was jumping and screaming as if he had received some treasure, holding a pamphlet sold on the train:

"You know what? This story is the most mysterious and perfect poem on the whole continent, and it is called a fantasy epic! He was attacked by a lot of female ogres in heat during his adventure, and some say that he accidentally fell into a portal to the abyss. Imprisoned by the archdemon Demogorgen...... But all these nonsense rumors are really lies!"

Isn't it just a legend for people's amusement, and for the sake of those things that have been written wildly, humans are indeed a stupid race.

These things are a specialty of the city of Burgundy. The legends and tales of the continent were gathered, copied, and bound into a book, using a medium called 'paper'—a sheet made of wood that was thin and tough, lighter and whiter than parchment, and easy to write, and in fact seemed to me far more valuable in itself than the nonsense it had.

"Ah, you probably don't know. This story is very famous throughout Tumenes, and it is said that the idea of our great king's famous sword tactic, that is, to break into a straight line towards the enemy's battlefield, and then use this line as a guarantee for food and transportation, and then to occupy more territory separately on both sides, is said to have been derived from this book...... Tsk, I'd love to meet the author of this story and see what this legendary bard was like. He is said to have foreign ancestry and is a well-informed ......"

...... You're afraid you won't get a chance to meet him.

I was silent, just in my heart.

Of all the so-called poems or stories of mankind, they like to use all their words to describe the scenes of war in all their words of might and bravery...... Heroes and Demon Kings. Good and evil, as if the killing of both groups of people was full of noble spirits, which made the blood of onlookers boil. I fantasize about the spectacle of overcoming fate that I throw myself into. Completely ignoring how different that statement is from reality.

For this matter, of course. I don't know where I am.

Because I knew—according to semi-public accounts, that the book was written by the lord of the city...... Or is there really a difference in his view of the world?

There is no way to verify this...... In fact. From the time I gained consciousness, the lord of Burgundy has been a legendary figure, and the external claim is that he is traveling around the continent, handing over a qiē to several high-ranking people, the acting city lord Anna Su, who commands the army, the Holy Maiden Rino Biri, who commands all the half-elves, the Baroque Night Rain, who commands all the dwarves, and the great thinker, who commands the rest of the spirits, and the inner claim is that he has actually left the main material plane......

Either way, it's not enough to convince me.

“9527。 The cold, majestic voice echoed in my head, and I couldn't help but be shocked.

This is the call of the master brain to me, in the city of Burgundy, the great details can have a spiritual connection with any being at any time, and we spirit-absorbing monsters are no exception.

"9527, can't you see that he's a spy?"

"What?"

Although there is no such thing as sweat, I still feel like I am already in a cold sweat at this moment - it is certainly impossible for a spy to really have any great impact on Burgundy, but the price of my stupidity as a soul-sucking monster being deceived by a human is enough for me to pay for the rest of my life......

"Forget it, he has undergone a very perfect disguise, just that Hastunie camouflage aura, it is something that has been specially upgraded by spells, let alone you, even if it is a genuine mage, you can't see the problem, in addition, he also carries a spiritual talisman...... It's very delicate, it can reveal some superficial thinking, but the deeper ones will be blocked, plus this guy must have received some professional training, she keeps changing her thoughts, too much information will make you unable to see which one is useful and which one is not...... This female is really cunning. ”

I can't even tell the difference between a female and a male?

I couldn't help but raise my eyes and look at the guy in front of me - indeed, he ...... It should be said that she has a very sharp jaw, eyes that are larger than ordinary men, slender muscles, and a trace of cartilage on her neck - but the cloth on the neckline hides it well, and the most important reason is that the so-called nobles of human beings, as well as spellcasters and other types of appearances seem to have such a tendency. If you want to tell the whole story, it seems that the only way to distinguish them is to observe their two *sexual* organs, but this guy has adjusted it with his clothes.

No. The main problem I didn't notice was that she didn't look palatable – big eyes meant less brain. What's more, her skull wasn't very big in the first place, and the stupid words and actions along the way were proof of the smoothness of her brain groove - but I was fooled by this trick!

Either way, it was a blow to my self-confidence, and I even wondered for a moment if I was really qualified to use the term 'racial intelligence difference' to describe the difference between me and the other person.

"That's right, as a tentacle monster, you didn't even see the beautiful girl who was close at hand, this is really a dereliction of duty! ”

Is it so important for us to have sex in both sexes?"

The Mastermind's teachings seem to have a strange meaning. But I could only bow my head and obey: "It's not about meaning, it's about your instinct...... Forget it, after all, you were born too shortly, and it's normal for some problems to occur, so next, you just follow this guy, you can show her what she wants to see, anyway, she can't find something more suitable. Edward's concubines are not interested in this kind of spy business, and they will be left to me anyway, in short, this is a test for you. ”

With this noisy guy? It was really a great test of my spirit. At least I'll probably have some immunity to attacks like Psychic Blasts in the future......

I don't know if this is the real test, but I do know that there are certain things about this central mastermind. Always doing something more 'unexpected' - like now, he asked me to 'look around' with this spy

The result of this order was just over half an hourglass later. We—me and the female, and her two retinues. Then they came to the southern city of Burgundy, which was within the third line of defense.

Their arrangements had been made halfway through the train - instead of allowing them to enter the inner city, they had been sent to a garrison west of the Second City, where they were supposed to rest and wait for an audience, but the female insisted that I come with them, because it was ridiculous that there were so many interesting things there. ’

If it weren't for the Mastermind's orders, I'd be interested in uncovering her skull and seeing if the gray matter underneath had mutated into something interesting. But I had to agree to her request - I pretended to be helpless when she prayed for the third time in a strange tone. It took a little longer to take the train with her to get here.

I have to say that this spy still has a little judgment.

After passing through two guarded gates, and following the passage under the high city walls for about half a mile, we entered a noisy city.

The buildings here are completely different from the ordinary living places in the city, most of them are huge empty shelves without any walls - those noisy sources are placed inside, which are square boxes of different shapes made of metal, white mist constantly leaks from the cracks of some metal, but in some places black smoke and dust are spewing out, the air is gradually filled with a thick and stimulating strange smell, and the faint roar like thunder comes from a distance from time to time, which makes people feel a little chill in their hearts.

"Do you want to keep going?"

I looked at the female's pale face and felt something funny—although her psychic talisman blocked most of my thoughts, her nervousness was already evident in her features.

We have not been hindered in any way, but that doesn't mean that the protection here is lax. In fact, it was only a stretch of two hourglass scales, and we passed through at least four sentry posts - a team of half-elven archers, human soldiers, and mage apprentices stationed in the bunkers that connected to the walls, and the three of us could be wiped out by arrows and magic at any moment if they wanted to.

Even the apprentices of magic are armed with missiles and fireball staffs, which are just as powerful.

"When...... Of course, it looks like it's getting more and more fun, isn't it?"

The spy's face had lost its blood, but for some reason she was still holding her up and smiling at me.

I moved on.

Actually, I'm not particularly familiar with the upper city. In particular, this area is a 'security area'. Ordinary citizens are strictly forbidden to approach. Even a mid-level like me wouldn't be transferred. But I have a rough idea of what exactly this place is used for - the city of Burgundy supplies a lot of high-quality armor and weapons to several provinces of the Empire. There are also various weapons, tools used in the city itself. It's all made in this urban area.

I'm also quite curious about this.

As a soul-absorbing monster, we don't have much concept of human 'business transactions', we know that it is a form of exchange, under the premise of ensuring their own use, exchanging what they produce for what others produce, which is a part of their division of labor and cooperation.

However, in the cognition of the Psionic Monster. Transactions are mostly of simple barter, not of human complexity - from what the Mastermind has taught me, psionic monsters usually do very little business except to exchange minerals for slaves, which are used for mining and as a source of food, and we don't need anything else. Because everything we need can be made by hand.

But humans are accustomed to each person or a small group of people being good at one thing and exchanging their results with each other – they call this 'professionalism'. However, this practice is indeed a good way to allow a group of people who are not originally intelligent to fully exert their intelligence.

The noise is getting louder.

After passing through a fortress-like arch, we entered another area, where the ground was also laid with tracks. But instead of trains, there are single-section flatbed trailers, each loaded with a large amount of cargo - sheer busts. The whole body armor was stacked on top of each other and was transported from one field to another in a truckload.

The female spy has completely come to the front of the group. She seemed to have forgotten her purpose and followed her footsteps quietly. We soon came to the source of the wagon of armor—steel shelves supporting the huge roof and thin walls, also made of steel, a huge three-walled house, more than a dozen feet tall and more than a hundred feet long, and at one end of which a huge steel box was roaring and creaking like chewing. Spit out a large chunk of something oddly shaped......

Heavy, almost a foot thick steel made up his 'jaw', and slabs of smooth and heavy steel were sent in from the other end of the large box, and as the mouths at the exit closed, the plates were pressed into different shapes, and the humans standing on either side carried them away and placed them on another iron platform.

The platform was very long, almost as long as the whole shed, but I noticed that it was movable on the surface, and the main part of it was made up of pieces of leather wrapped in rollers, so that the steel on it kept moving forward, and on either side of it, more than a hundred people lined up, and with a methodical movement, they used huge scissors to cut off the slightly connected parts of the pieces of steel, and one by one the bulging parts were removed, and the sand and gravel were sanded, and then overlapped together, and then nailed one by one steel nails, and hung leather ropes, belts, and ......

Eventually, by the time the steel was carried away on the other side of the platform, it was already a beautiful and complete half-body armor.

Every sixty breaths or so, one of these pieces of armor is carried away, loaded onto a cart, and transported.

Even I, in the face of such a situation, had to hold my breath.

An hourglass can produce sixty sets of armor here, so at least a thousand sets can be made in a day! At this speed, it is almost enough to make those dwarven blacksmiths who need months to make a set of armor jump into the furnace! No wonder in my impression, Burgundy City has been selling armor and weapons in batches, and if it were me, with such a production speed, it would not be wasted!

Although such armor must not be as strong as the one made by the dwarves, enchanted or something...... However, I can imagine that if an army had all such half-body armor, or could only be equipped with some good armor piecemeal, the outcome of the battle would definitely be very different!

To be precise, it's not just a matter of a few pieces of armor...... It's a kind of wisdom, a leap forward!

"Do you need to continue?

To be honest, I'm a little uneasy - there is a reason why this qiē in front of me is regarded as a secret, and now, the mastermind has asked me to show it to a spy who may be an enemy. Although I have heard that Tumenes was once the home country of the lord of Burgundy, and in fact the city of Burgundy was once located in the territory of Tumenes, and it was a natural or man-made disaster that floated it up and fell in its current position, but this alone is not like a rational way of thinking to give such a secret to the other party.

However, after all, I did not question the mastermind's qualifications, and I could only do what he commanded.

"When...... Of course!"

Her voice trembled, but she couldn't wait to move forward—though she turned back a few times along the way.

Then, we see the more terrible (to be continued......