Banner of the Evil God

Similar to the Earth, all countries in this world also attach great importance to intelligence work.

For example, the Eagle Kingdom and the Griffin Principality both have a group of scouts called "Eyes of the Sky". They drive high-flying magic beasts, use magic to hide their figures and breath, hide in the gaps of the clouds, and spy on the situation of other countries.

For example, the Secret Tower Federation has a huge magic pool, and countless wizards temporarily store their magic power in it so that they can use it when needed in the future. The federal officials use the massive magic power collected by this magic pool to cast some extremely high-level spells, thereby obtaining some secret intelligence that is absolutely impossible to obtain through normal channels.

As for the Gold Coin Federation, it adopts the approach of casting a wide net, collecting intelligence from all merchants and hawkers, and then a group of shrewd and capable intelligence officers fight with the mountains of intelligence every day, and sort out what they want from countless fragmentary words.

The Northwest Republic was established very recently, and the intelligence department has limited manpower and insufficient resources. So they had to make up for the lack of quantity with quality. Lack of manpower? Then let go of the simple things and focus the limited manpower on the important things.

For example, the intelligence of Wood was taken away from the spies and then sent back by Deputy Director Clito of the Fishing and Hunting Resources Survey Office under the Ministry of Agriculture of the Northwest Republic. Deputy Director Clito was very disgusted with this work outside of his job, but he was a little henpecked and was glared at by his wife. He muttered helplessly, "This will be charged overtime pay" and set off.

A legendary strong man, who was able to elope with a marquis' daughter when he was only at the middle level, was really good at doing such a petty thing. Except for his own dissatisfaction, the whole thing was done beautifully and was not noticed at all.

About two months after Wood sent the message, officials from the intelligence department of the Secret Tower Federation received his intelligence.

For intelligence work, it took two months to deliver a piece of intelligence, which was outrageously slow. In this field, magic communication is used in most cases. Although it is costly and inefficient, it is fast.

Fast, that's enough.

Because intelligence is nothing more than "accurate", "secret" and "fast". The first two points are often hard to come by, even if the best intelligence personnel are sent, no matter how much it costs, it may not be achieved. Only the last point can be achieved by spending money.

Other countries may still have a headache about how to find a group of middle and high-level magicians willing to work for them, but what is the Secret Tower Federation? It is the magic holy land of the entire main plane! Is there still a shortage of magicians here?

Since there are enough people, the only thing left is money. For a big country, is money still a problem?

Therefore, the intelligence work of the Secret Tower Federation has always been the best. Not to mention the main plane, even if things happen in other planes, as long as they are closely related to the Secret Tower Federation, they will be sent to intelligence agencies within one or two days after the news is released for sorting and research.

However, no matter how much money the Secret Tower Federation has, it cannot be spent casually. Only those truly valuable and important intelligence can enjoy the "no money care" treatment, and can be transmitted by magic and sent back to the Federation as soon as possible.

Wood's intelligence was also able to enjoy this treatment at first, especially the defense map of Pyroxene Town he sent, which made his superiors very satisfied and praised him for it.

But the good times did not last long. As time went by, there was less and less valuable intelligence, and Wood's intelligence treatment became lower and lower. Now, the intelligence he sent has been marked as "least urgent" and uses the same transmission channel as civilian information, which is nothing more than an extra confidentiality.

Wood didn't know these things. He only knew that the country needed him to lurk in the heart of other countries, constantly collecting various intelligence and sending it back. If necessary, he might have to hide for a lifetime; if necessary, he might have to draw his sword tomorrow... In short, he is just a small gear and nail in the huge state machine of the Secret Tower Federation - no, it is far less important. He is probably just equivalent to a handful of soil in the farmland, or a glass of water in the pond, that's all.

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

Unfortunately, his superiors don't think so.

"This kind of worthless information again... Wood, this kid, seems to have other ideas." It took about half a minute to read his intelligence - this time was even shorter than that of Felix. The intelligence director of the Secret Tower Federation frowned and tapped the table with his fingers, thinking about what to do.

After a while, he made up his mind and asked the herald to issue an order.

No more than three minutes later, a middle-aged man with a very ordinary appearance, who walked on the street like a drop of water merging into the sea of ​​people, walked in.

"There's something wrong with spy No. 97," the intelligence chief said, "get ready to start the replacement plan."

The middle-aged man recalled the identity and job of No. 97, frowned and said, "He has taken root in the Northwest Republic and has the hope of blending into the upper class in the future. It's a pity to replace him now."

The intelligence chief shook his head, "His mind has changed. In the past three years, he hasn't sent back even a single piece of valuable intelligence."

"Maybe it's just because he is cautious enough?" the middle-aged man said, "He was able to completely destroy his almost high-level strength in order to lurk. Would such a person change his mind? It is unlikely."

"That's what they say, but the fact is that he has changed his mind." The intelligence director waved his hand without intending to explain in detail to the other party, "Go and prepare. We must secure that intelligence point."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, sighed, 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 already submitted his opinion, but it was rejected, and there was nothing he could do about it.

After returning to his room, he was silent for a while and then said to the adjutant: "Are there any female agents with certain artistic qualities recently? The ones who can carry out long-term missions. They cannot be too old or too young."

The adjutant thought for a while and listed several names.

"Give them special training in carving knowledge. In addition, get the detailed information of Agent No. 97." The middle-aged man said, "After the training is complete, select the one with the most stable performance and arrange for her to serve as Agent No. 97." No.’s wife, send her to Huishi City.”

The adjutant nodded, noted the matter, and asked casually: "Do you need to rush it?"

"No need." The middle-aged man thought for a while, with a strange look in his eyes. "The training must be more detailed and proper, and there must be no mistakes. This spy is going to succeed No. 97, and the training standards 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 in a low voice, "It's completely unreasonable..."

At this time, another magician covered in black robe came into the office of the intelligence chief.

"There is something wrong with someone on my side." The intelligence director said without emotion. "I am going to send someone to replace him. You make some preparations. When the time comes, I will make him die like a drunkard." It’s so gushing that no one can find anything wrong.”

The magician in black robe did not speak, but nodded silently.

"What a pity... If I had known he was unreliable, I might as well have fed him to a witch. Maybe we could have cultivated a witch..." the intelligence director said with some regret, and then started talking about another topic, "How many witches are there currently?" Can it be used?”

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

"Too little!"

"It's very troublesome to train witches, but they are lost quickly."

"Yes... because it's very useful." The intelligence manager smiled slightly, but there was nothing kind in his smile, "Step up to cultivate."

"The materials needed to cultivate a witch are difficult to obtain and require authorization."

The intelligence director sneered: "It doesn't matter how many times I say it, I can't give you this authorization. Want the materials? You figure it out yourself! I won't give you any promises. On the contrary, if something goes wrong, I won't admit anything." thing."

"Don't you think I don't understand you occult researchers? You're just trying to make me take responsibility for you. I'm telling you, don't even think about it!" The intelligence director's face became as cold as ice, "That one is out of the question. The person in question is much stronger than you in terms of qualifications and strength, but I can replace him at any time if necessary. "

The black-robed magician stopped talking again.

"Go and prepare. I will notify you when I need you to do something." The intelligence chief waved his hand as if to shoo away flies. "Don't try to test or fight for anything. I will naturally give you any benefits. I won't It’s given, but it can’t be given. You are a soldier now, not a businessman, so don’t play haggling with me—this is your last reminder, do you understand?”

The black-robed magician remained silent, bowed his head in greeting, and turned to leave.

After waiting for the other party, the intelligence director tapped his fingers on the table and began to ponder.

This time he was thinking about other issues. As for the spy codenamed "Wood"...a useless spy, it was no longer worthy of him to waste even one more second thinking about it.

Wood had no idea that his fate would be decided by a few conversations in an office tens of thousands of miles away.