Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 20:
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"Look for magical ideas that can improve people's living standards?" Wood, the famous sculptor of Pyroxenite City, looked at the brand-new notice and asked in confusion, "What does this mean?"
Unlike usual, there is a priest of the Church of the Void Mask next to the notice board today, who is responsible for explaining this oracle to people. Hearing his inquiry, the priest gave him a detailed explanation with a smile.
"His Majesty Masked Void intends to use the power of magic to improve people's living standards, so I now ask people for their opinions, let them think about what kind of magic can help everyone..." a few minutes Later, Wood muttered to himself while walking towards the workshop.
He is also considered a celebrity in Pyroxene City, and he has a workshop of zìjǐ. The workshop is not big, because the carving does not require a lot of gōngzuò space, and his main gōngzuò is to make some wood carvings with the characteristics of pyroxene town and the northwest, which can fully reflect the pioneering culture here.
These wooden sculptures will be sent to the big playground in the void city and sold to tourists from all directions. Depending on the size and exquisiteness, the cheap ones only cost about five silver coins, and the expensive ones can even sell for twenty gold coins. For every wood sculpture sold, Wood zìjǐ as a producer can get half of the money, and the remaining half goes to the transporter and the seller-no tax is required, because the tax has been paid during the operation of the store, and there is no stock. Second tax.
The payment is settled at the end of each month. All Wood has to do is to find some suitable wood materials frequently, and then carve them into any wood carvings he finds suitable. There is no limit to the number, but more is good, but there is nothing to do with less. In short, he can figure it out.
This gōngzuò has a high income, but he is not busy, so much so that many people admire him very much. Over the years, I don’t know how many old people come to propose marriage and introduce him to some girls waiting to be married in the city.
But Wood declined. His reason was that he had a sweetheart.
"If you have a sweetheart, why don't you get married soon?" The old lady Stina, who had a good relationship with him, heard about this and came to him specifically, "You are now a person with a good face, from the Northwest Republic. A master sculptor, an artist who praises 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 also hold your head up. Go to the door to propose a kiss!"
She didn't know Wood's true qíngkuàng, only when he admired a woman whose dìwèi was much higher than zìjǐ, so she persuaded her.
Wood can only smile wryly, unable to answer.
My sweetheart? He has a spooky sweetheart!
Who has heard of a spy who has a sweetheart? Who dares to love or be loved in this line? Isn't that just for death!
However, he was also said to be a little moved.
In recent years, although he has not achieved much in the spy gōngzuò, he has made great progress in the sculptor gōngzuò. With his current dìwèi and net worth, he should indeed have a family.
If he never gets married, he will show flaws and attract attention.
More importantly, he really likes life in Pyroxene. Life here is stable and safe, and it feels more relaxed and comfortable. If you can live here for a lifetime, or even start a family, have children, and pass on from generation to generation, it is really a good thing.
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 seeking to live in. If he had not sworn allegiance to the Secret Fata Federation, perhaps he would really become a loyal citizen of the Northwestern Republic!
But...As a spy, "family" should be something he tries to avoid. A thousand guards against a thief is hard to guard against. Even the best spy can hardly deceive the person next to zìjǐ, if they really get married, I don’t know how much trouble it will add to zìjǐ!
After sending away Granny Stina, he pondered for a long time alone, and finally chose to write the current qíngkuàng of zìjǐ in a recent report, and sent it to the Secret Tower Federation through a secret channel.
Spy is also a type of soldier. As a soldier, he should obey orders. Since zìjǐ can't make a decision, please consult your superiors.
Over the years, he has been earnestly completing the gōngzuò, collecting a lot of information. Even if there is no credit, there will be some hard work, right? I hope that his superiors can understand his difficulties and help him make up an excuse to prevaricate the past. Of course... it is best to send a female spy to form a family with him, so that it can not only improve the efficiency of the gōngzuò, but also become the best cover.
Besides...he really wants to get married.
He is not young anymore, if he doesn't start a family, he is indeed a little late.
Watching the liaison who pretended to be a special timber merchant to leave, Wood sighed secretly and returned to zìjǐ's workshop.
But he didn't know that shortly after the liaison officer left, the information hidden in a piece of wood carving reached the hands of Archon Felix.
"It's these worthless things again." Felix shook his head while looking at this information. "In the past few years, except for a few distribution maps, other information has no value. "
"This is inevitable." Asner, who became her deputy again, and took her husband as an administrative officer by the way, smiled and said, "Our Republic has no secrets about not being able to see the light. As a woodcarver artist, it is unlikely that you will come into contact with those core secrets. He has actually done a good job over the years."
"Yeah, it's not very useful...Huh?!" Felix exclaimed and couldn't help but laugh, "This guy wants to get married. Seeing what he meant, it seems to be the Secret Tower of Hope. The Federation sent someone to be his wife..."
Asner leaned over curiously, looked at the information, and slowly frowned.
"It's a bit bad..."
"Oops?" Felix was taken aback, and then understood, "You mean, his superiors might be dissatisfied with him and take some action?"
"Yes, the information he sent back over the years... In general, it is of little value. His superiors must have been dissatisfied with his gōngzuò efficiency. This time, they took advantage of this opportunity. It is very possible to send a spy with much more fierce means than him to re-host the intelligence gōngzuò." Asner frowned and said, "Although Wood is a spy, he has a good character. We have always hoped to win him, let him He really joined the Republic. From his performance over the years, the hope is also great. But if another spy comes over~IndoMTL.com~ things will change, and most of it will change in the direction we don’t want. ."
"In that case, it's better to..." Felix flashed a cold light in his eyes and made a slashing gesture.
"I don't think you need to worry." Asner sighed, shook his head and said, "After all, we have not yet reached the point where we need to kill people. These spies for the secret tower federation gōngzuò are honestly a group of respectable figures... …I still don’t want to turn my face with the Secret Tower Federation after all."
"Who would turn the face over the lives and deaths of a few spies? Those politicians are ruthless!" Although Felix said so, he started to restore the intelligence and stuffed it back into the woodcarving.
Soon after, the wood carving exactly the same as before returned to the merchant who was traveling southward without any rush. After a few days, it was sent to the Federation of Gold Coins, and sent to the Federation of Mystic Towers by another merchant who did shipping.
The whole process is completely natural, without any flaws.
Yes, even the spies haven't noticed it. The intelligence has already been walking back and forth on the desk of a chief consul in the Northwestern Republic. (To be continued.)