Don't mess with that dragon

Chapter 475 Spy
Nice city, inside the city.

There are people coming and going on the street, businessmen, mercenaries, adventurers, and ordinary people walk on the street, and there is a stream of people.

Although due to the rise of Neutral City, the cities near this area have been weakened to a certain extent, but after all, Neutral City has only been established for a short time and its influence is limited.

What's more, Neutral City is almost located in the deepest part of the outer area of ​​Kawa Great Forest, and there are many dangers, so other cities did not immediately decline because of the rise of Neutral City.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse,

However, if you observe carefully, you can find that the flow of people in the city of Nice today is actually [-] to [-]% lower than before.

Moreover, this number is still slowly decreasing.

If no action is taken, the city will lose its traffic and degenerate into an ordinary town.

And this is obviously something that the high-ranking city lords and nobles cannot bear.

"Hey, old Ham, how's the fruit going today?"

In the market in the slums of the street, a thin man picked up the red fruit that the vendor had plucked, and asked the bearded boss familiarly.

"What else? Well, this business is getting harder and harder."

Old Ham sighed helplessly,

"Recently, merchants have begun to decrease, and adventurers, mercenaries, and outlaws have also decreased a lot. Without these people, how can I sell much of these things?"

"Recently, the city entry fee has been raised again. Those damn tax officials want to squeeze every penny out of you. My business is almost out of business."

"I heard that a new city was established by orcs in a deeper place. There are many rich people in it. People are not restricted to enter, and they don't charge money for entering the city. The transaction tax is very low. If it weren't for that city. The orcs are established, and the road is dangerous, maybe I will go there too."

Old Ham babbled, constantly complaining about the recent situation.

Obviously, the skinny man was an acquaintance with Old Ham.

The skinny man dealt with Old Ham's ramblings one by one, and was picking fruits at the stall, but other things flashed through his mind.

This is just a corner of the city of Nice.

Looking at other things, I am afraid that similar things are constantly happening.

In order to maintain the previous income, the greedy city lord of Nice will continue to increase the tax for entering the city in order to collect more money.

It's just that this method is just drinking poison to quench thirst.

The more oppressive it is, the more people will flee.

With the rise of the neutral city, the impact on the city of Nice may become more and more serious.

At this moment, a series of footsteps came from a distance.

Bang bang bang.
"Hurry up, the city lord is about to gather!"

"You bloody untouchables, hurry up and assemble!"

Not long after, a group of soldiers ran across the street in a mess, making the whole street jump up and down. Occasionally, a few of them even took some fruits from Old Ham's stall.

After a while, the streets of the market were in chaos.

"These goddamn bastards!"

Old Ham cursed secretly, and unhappily cleaned up the few apples that fell on the ground.

"What are they doing?"

The skinny man flashed his eyes and asked.

"What else is there? It is estimated that the city lord of Nice sent troops. Which time the troops were sent out was not like this. He gathered the soldiers composed of ruffians and rogues and transformed them into an army. I just don't know which side the target is this time. .”

"No way, didn't the city lord send a private soldier out not long ago? Why are we going to fight again?"

"Who knows? Anyway, the rascal next door to my house works in the City Lord's Guard, and I heard from him that the army will be mobilized in the next two days."

Just chatted a few words.

The lean man picked out the good fruit, paid for it, and said good-bye to Old Ham.

Turn around several lanes, look around without leaving a trace.

After confirming that no one was following him, he walked around a few times and returned to a room in a remote city as if by accident.

Close the door.

Lock it from the inside.

Check through the crack of the door to make sure no one is outside.

Afterwards, the skinny man went to the inside of the house, removed a box containing sundries, and then lifted the wooden planks pressed on the ground, and then an entrance appeared.

Light a candle, enter from the entrance, and the candlelight illuminates the dark secret room.

It was a relatively wide basement.

It seems to be constructed by earth magic.

Go through the stairs and go down to the basement.

In the wide basement, there is a huge strange machine.

This strange machine occupies almost the same place in the basement. Its bronze shell is surrounded by wires, and a small "stick" of unknown material extends from it. Grass covered corners.

The thin man sat on a chair, took out a strange white paper that had been folded several times, and had many notes written on it, and then began to operate on the machine.

Beep beep.
It seems to be regular, but it sounds like a disorderly machine sound spreading in this basement.

Then waves invisible to the naked eye emanated from the stick that passed through the basement and was hidden in the weeds in the corner, and shot to the sky in the distance.
That's right, this is a modified version of the telegraph machine.

The scientific research goblins have absorbed various modern knowledge systems transmitted by Austin, combined with modern science and technology and the magic alchemy produced by the magic alchemy of the alien world.

Due to the style of the goblins themselves, this telegraph is already the smallest they can make.

It's just that although the volume is huge and the shape is weird, the efficiency of delivering messages is indeed top-notch.

The skinny man in front of him was a human spy developed by the Dragon Nest Tribe.

He is sending the information collected during this period to the reception center in Neutral City via telegraph.

Before talking to Old Ham, he had already secretly traveled all over the city of Nice, and obtained all the information about the dispatch of troops from the city lord of Nice through some channels.

Including troop dispatch time, troop deployment, troop composition, marching route target and so on.

These things that should be classified as military secrets are all obtained without the slightest obstacle in the face of modern spy intelligence gathering techniques that have developed to the peak.

At this time, the city lord of Nice, who was organizing the army in the city lord's mansion, would never have imagined that all his information had already been passed on.

In fact, these medieval city lords and nobles would not have thought that there would be spies from the neutral city in their cities.

Moreover, this miraculous method of information transmission is like adults bullying children.

This is just one of those cities.

While the city lords and nobles of other cities gathered their troops, the secret agents and spies of the Dragon Nest tribe also sent news back to the neutral city.

(End of this chapter)