Banner of the Evil God

It is not only the Northwest Republic and the Church of the Void Mask who are preparing for the upcoming war.

"...Our Secret Tower Federation and the Northwest Republic, one is in the southernmost part of the main plane, and the other is almost in the northernmost part of the main plane. They are tens of thousands of miles apart. Even if they take a flying monster, it takes almost ten days to fly. The long geographical distance makes it impossible for the two countries to have any fundamental conflict of interest. To put it another way, even if there is a conflict of interest, neither side has the ability to attack the other remotely."

"In summary, I think that in this war that the Northwest Republic will face, we can stand on a position that has nothing to do with both sides and try to gain benefits from it. There is no more profitable business in the world to sell supplies to both sides of the war at the same time!"

"If you have to choose a side, I suggest choosing the Northwest Republic. Because no matter what, it is impossible for it to be defeated by a mere attack by a small number of masters. As long as it does not collapse, it will soon be able to recover. Become strong and prosperous again. As the saying goes, 'a cake when you are starving is more precious than a table of food at ordinary times' If we can seize this opportunity to have a good relationship with them, We can form a solid alliance. "

"The two great powers from the south and the north join forces, and we will form an embrace over the entire main plane! In this way, after a few hundred years, this alliance will undoubtedly become the dominant force in the entire main plane!"

Wood finished writing the last line, put down his pen, looked at the secret letters densely written with code words, and smiled with relief.

After lurking in Pyroxene City for so many years, he finally got a piece of intelligence of great value.

This intelligence carefully analyzed the interests between the Northwest Republic and the Secret Tower Federation from multiple perspectives such as geography, resources, humanities, society, and even the outlook of the world's countries, and finally came up with an answer.

He believed that this answer should be correct.

As a senior spy, Wood has traveled to many places and come into contact with many political things. He has even received training in this area. Although he is just a woodcarver in Pyroxene City, he is actually fully capable of the work of the governor.

Over the years, he has been learning and thinking while comparing the various policies of the Northwest Republic and Pyroxene City. I feel that after more than ten years, my level has improved a lot.

Now, he can be an excellent political talent, walking in the sun openly and being admired by others.

Of course, he does not have such extravagant hopes. For him, it is enough to help the Federation become stronger.

If the Secret Tower Federation is a huge magic tower, then it is good to be the dazzling gems or majestic statues on the outer layer of the tower, but it is also good to be an unknown cornerstone.

Wood is willing to be such a cornerstone and contribute his lifelong strength to the prosperity and strength of the Secret Tower Federation!

Therefore, although he also loves Pyroxene City and the Northwest Republic, he will still stand on the side of the Secret Tower Federation on key issues.

After writing the secret letter, he carefully checked it twice to make sure there were no mistakes or omissions. He summarized his ideas and intelligence completely and wrote them down in detail. Only then did he collect the secret letter with satisfaction, seal it with magic props, and take it out.

His destination is a store that sells magic items.

This shop is not an intelligence station of the Secret Tower Federation, but if necessary, it can also provide some long-distance transmission services for small items - although the fee is very expensive.

Wood is a regular customer of the shop. He often comes here to buy some magic materials to add special effects or functions to his wood carvings to create rare fine products. And the set of carving tools he is currently using is mostly customized by the owner of this shop from the dwarves living on the southwest coast of the Broken Cloud Mountains.

The set of tools cost him a lot of money, but it is really worth the money. It is very easy to use, greatly improving his work efficiency and reducing the difficulty of making fine wood carvings.

After chatting with the boss for a few words, he said that he wanted to borrow the teleportation array to order some things from "Gray Pigeon Magic Props" in the Thunder Principality.

Gray Pigeon Magic Props is an old magic shop. It is located in a town almost at the southwestern cape of the main plane continent, and is famous for its ability to tailor magic props for customers. The most precious carving knife in the set of carving tools that Wood had customized before was made by this store.

In addition, this store also serves as a transit station for the secret tower federal spies to urgently transmit confidential information.

Whenever this channel is used, it means that the information is extremely urgent and must be delivered to the federal intelligence director immediately. Once this channel is used, it almost means that the spy is likely to be exposed - the secret of the gray pigeon magic prop is not a particularly big secret in the eyes of the top intelligence agencies of various countries in the world.

Wood doesn't know whether he will be exposed this time, but he thinks that as long as he can successfully send this information out, even if he is exposed, it is worth it.

Deep in his heart, he sometimes feels that being exposed, arrested and executed may not be an acceptable outcome.

Over the years, I have been taken care of by the Northwest Republic and Pyroxene City. Especially when I was seriously ill, if it weren't for the Grand Archon Felix, who was once the mayor of Pyroxene Town, who gave me the panacea given by His Majesty the Void Mask, I would have definitely died. That serious illness was essentially the sequelae left by the "witch" secretly cultivated by the intelligence director before I left the Secret Tower.

Speaking of which, according to general rules, people whose power has been absorbed by the witch usually do not live more than ten years. Even if they barely survive the outbreak of sequelae, their bodies will rapidly weaken and soon become old. But I am completely different. Not only have I recovered, but the power I lost that year is also recovering rapidly. Now I have almost recovered to my peak state, and I am even about to enter the high-level realm.

All this tells him how precious the panacea is!

Such a spiritual medicine is worth collecting even for legendary strongmen. Perhaps even when a king is dying, it is difficult to get it to save his life. But Archon Felix used it on Wood, giving him a new life.

Generally speaking, if you receive such a great favor, you really have no choice but to repay it with your life. But Wood is a spy...

Over the years, his heart has been in torment. Loyalty and gratitude are like two huge rocks, pressing him to breathe hard, and he wakes up from nightmares countless times.

(Maybe... this time, it can be completely solved...)

After activating the micro-transmission array, Wood sighed deeply as he watched the secret information disguised as an "order form" disappear in the light of the transmission.

Probably, everything is over.

"This is good." He said to himself, "Although I am very sorry to Archon Felix, I am still a spy after all. Being discovered, arrested, interrogated and killed... This is all I can do for her."

He could imagine how disappointed Archon Felix would be at that time, but he had no choice.

He was a shameful betrayer, a despicable person who stole the trust of a friendly and powerful person. He had nothing else to atone for his sins except his own life.

Although... his life was not enough to atone for his sins, what else could he do? In life, seven or eight times out of ten things will go wrong.

Wood smiled bitterly, straightened his clothes, turned around and walked out of the teleportation room.

(How long can I live?)

He pondered.

(Before I die, I should finish the promised wood carvings. I have already let down Archon Felix, so I will not let down the guests who paid the deposit!)