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"Soliciting for magical ideas that can improve people's living standards?" Wood, a famous sculptor from Pyroxen City, looked at the brand new notice and asked with some confusion, "What does this mean?"

Unlike usual, there is a priest from the Church of the Mask of the Void next to the bulletin board today, who is responsible for explaining this oracle to people. Upon hearing his inquiry, the cleric explained to him in detail with a smile.

"His Majesty the Mask of the Void intends to use the power of magic to improve people's living standards, so now we are asking people for their opinions and letting everyone think about what kind of magic can help everyone..." A few minutes later, Wood Talking to himself, he walked towards the workshop.

He is also considered a celebrity in Huishi City and has his own workshop. The workshop is not big, because carving does not require a large working space, and his main job is to make some wood carvings that are characteristic of Huishi Town and the northwest and can fully reflect the pioneering culture here.

These wood carvings will be sent to the large amusement park in Void City and sold to tourists from all over the world. Depending on the size and delicacy, the cheap ones only cost about five silver coins, and the expensive ones can even cost twenty gold coins. For every wood sculpture sold, Wood, as the producer, gets half of the money, and the remaining half goes to the transporter and seller - no tax is required, because the tax has been paid during the operation of the store, and the remaining half of the money goes to the transporter and seller. Two taxes.

The payment is settled at the end of each month. All Wood has to do is to constantly find some suitable wood and then carve it into any wood sculpture he feels is suitable. There is no limit to the quantity. More is good, but there is nothing he can do about less. In short, he has to decide by himself.

This job pays well but is not busy, so many people are very envious of him. Over the years, countless old people came to propose marriage to him and introduced him to some girls in the city who were waiting to be married.

But Wood declined. His reason was that he had a sweetheart.

"If you have a sweetheart, why don't you get married as soon as possible?" Grandma Stina, who had a good friendship with him, heard about this and came to him specially. "You are now considered a prominent figure, the master sculptor of the Northwest Republic. An artist who sings about life with a carving knife... Your reputation has spread throughout the upper class of the main plane. With your current status, even if your sweetheart is the daughter of a noble family, you can still come to your door with your head held high. Propose marriage!”

She didn't know Wood's real situation, but she just assumed that he was in love with a woman whose status was much higher than hers, so she persuaded him like this.

Wood could only smile bitterly and could not answer.

Sweetheart? He has a ghostly sweetheart!

Who the hell has ever heard of a spy having a sweetheart? Who in this business dares to love or be loved? Isn’t that seeking death?

However, he was also said to be a little moved.

Over the years, although he has not achieved much in his spy work, he has made great progress in his work as a sculptor. With his current status and net worth, he should indeed start a family.

If he never gets married, it will expose his flaws and attract attention.

More importantly, he really enjoyed his life in Huishi City. Life here is stable and safe, with a relaxed and comfortable feeling. It would be a great thing if you could live here for a lifetime, start a family, have children, and pass it on from generation to generation.

In his opinion, this emerging city is the most suitable place to live in the world, and it is exactly the place he has been pursuing. If he hadn't already sworn allegiance to the Secret Tower Federation, maybe he would really be a loyal citizen of the Northwest Republic!

But... as a spy, "family" should be something he tries to avoid. It is difficult to guard against domestic thieves. Even the best spy can hardly deceive the person he sleeps with. If he really gets married, he doesn't know how much trouble it will cause him!

After sending Grandma Stina away, he pondered for a long time and finally chose to write down his current situation in a recent report and sent it to the Secret Tower Federation through secret channels.

A spy is also a type of soldier. As a soldier, he should obey orders. Since you can't decide on your own, just ask your superiors for instructions.

Over the years, he has been completing his work conscientiously and collecting a large amount of intelligence information. Even if there is no credit, there is still some hard work, right? I hope his superiors can understand his difficulties and help him make up an excuse to deal with it. Of course... it would be best to send a female spy to start a family with him. This would not only improve work efficiency, but also serve as the best cover.

What's more... he really wants to start a family.

He is not young anymore, and it will indeed be too late if he doesn't start a family.

Watching the liaison officer disguised as a special wood merchant leave, Wood sighed secretly and returned to his workshop.

But he didn't know that shortly after the liaison officer left, the information hidden in a wooden sculpture came into the hands of Archon Felix.

"It's these worthless things again." Felix looked at this information and shook his head. "Over the years, except for a few defense maps, his other information is of little value."

"This is inevitable." Asner, who once again became her deputy and took her husband to become a political officer, said with a smile, "Our republic does not have many secrets that cannot be exposed to the light. With a wooden sculpture As an artist, he is unlikely to have access to those core secrets. He has actually done very well over the years.”

"Yeah, but it's a pity that it's of no use...Huh?!" Felix exclaimed, and couldn't help laughing, "This guy wants to get married. From what he said, it seems that he hopes that the Secret Tower Federation will send someone to be his wife..."

Asna came over curiously, looked at the information, and slowly frowned.

"It's a bit bad..."

"Bad?" Felix was stunned, then understood, "You mean, his superiors may be dissatisfied with him and take some actions?"

"Yes, the intelligence he sent back over the years... Generally speaking, it is not very valuable. His superiors must have been dissatisfied with his work efficiency for a long time. This time, taking advantage of this opportunity, they are likely to send a spy with much more drastic methods than him to take charge of intelligence work again." Asner frowned and said, "Although Wood is a spy, he has good character. We have always hoped to win him over and let him truly join the Republic. Judging from his performance over the years, there is also great hope. But if other spies come, things will change, and most likely they will change in the direction we don't want."

"Since that's the case, why not..." Felix's eyes flashed with cold light, and he made a knife-cutting gesture.

"I don't think we need to rush." ​​Asner sighed and shook his head, saying, "After all, it's not the point where we need to kill people. To be honest, these spies working for the Mystic Tower Federation are also a group of respectable people... After all, I still don't want to fall out with the Mystic Tower Federation."

"Who would fall out over the lives of a few spies? Those politicians are ruthless!" Although Felix said this, he restored the information and stuffed it back into the wood carving.

Not long after, the wood carving that was exactly the same as before returned to the merchant who was traveling slowly towards the south. And a few days later, it was sent to the Gold Coin Federation and sent to the Mystic Tower Federation by another merchant who did sea transportation.

The whole process was natural and there was no flaw at all.

Yes, even the spies themselves did not realize that the information had already been on the desk of a great governor of the Northwest Republic.