Every country has an institution to train spies—well, the Northwest Republic doesn’t have one yet—and the Mystic Tower Federation is certainly no exception.
I don’t know since which year, the intelligence department of the Mystic Tower Federation began to collect orphans from the civilian population, instill in them the concept of loyalty to the country from an early age, and teach them various spy skills to train them into excellent spies.
Most of the orphans' talents are average, but sometimes there are some who are more talented. Then these talented children will be selected for higher level training. And every once in a while, after gathering a group of talented children, the Mystic Tower Federation will invite senior ace spies to be teachers and teach them.
This is the origin of the elite spy training class. As for the 1096th class, of course it does not mean that Wood and the others are already the 1096th batch of elite spies to be trained, but that the year they were trained was the secret method The 1096th year after the Ta Federation was officially established.
There were twenty-five young people training in that session. The eldest among them was sixteen years old and had even participated in formal missions; the youngest was only eleven years old and had only received entry-level training for three years.
But after the initial training, the eleven-year-old child surpassed everyone with an irrefutable advantage and became their monitor.
After half a year of special training, when he graduated, the instructor who was once the ace spy said with emotion: "As long as this kid doesn't die young, he will definitely become the new generation of ace spy in the Federation, and he will be stronger than me!"
His prediction soon became a reality. Just five years later, the sixteen-year-old boy had become one of the best spies in the Federation.
The reason why the word "one" is used is because the Federation is very large and has many outstanding spies, and the older generation of spies have not yet retired.
To be precise, there is still an old-timer who has not retired.
The senior originally wanted to retire, but seeing how good Wood was, he said he would stick to it for a few more years.
"If young people reach the top too early, they will easily become arrogant." He said, "Besides, standing alone at the top is too lonely. Even if it's just a bad old man, it's not a bad thing to have multiple people accompanying him."
So he persisted for a few more years.
This persistence lasts a lifetime.
Two years later, he died while trying to protect a group of juniors during a difficult mission.
The person who killed him was a famous scout master in the Orc Empire, nicknamed Gray Eagle.
Wood, who was on vacation at the time, attended his funeral. At the funeral, the only ace spy in the Mystic Tower Federation was respectful and like a disciple.
After attending the funeral, Wood spent half a year preparing, then summoned several classmates who had been training together, and traveled all the way to the Orc Empire to assassinate Gray Eagle.
The battle was extremely brutal, and only two of the classmates survived, Wood and the oldest one. But that classmate was also seriously injured and basically lost the possibility of becoming a strong person from then on.
After returning, they went their separate ways. One became the ace spy of the Secret Tower Federation, and the other became a civilian employee of the intelligence agency. They never met again.
In the blink of an eye, it is twenty-five years.
Although he has not been a spy for twenty-five years, he has not completely lost his basic skills in charge. On the contrary, because of long-term processing of intelligence, his sensitivity to intelligence and his ability to speculate on things have become stronger.
So after Wood said "I killed Beifeng", it only took him a moment to deduce all the causes and consequences.
He naturally understood that Wood's situation was very serious and it was truly a betrayal.
What if Wood just relied on his charm or other means to deceive the information from Bei Feng, and then rushed back angrily to quarrel. Even if this is an innocuous little mistake, as long as it is covered up properly, it can even become a good story.
However, Wood had a conflict with Bei Feng, and it was probably even Bei Feng who killed him during his "clearance" mission, so the nature was completely different.
"...You shouldn't have come back." He whispered after a long silence.
"These words should not come out of your mouth," Wood said. "It's inappropriate."
"Fuck it's not appropriate!" the supervisor cursed, and then asked, "What are you going to do?"
"I just want to ask my supervisor, why should I be removed?" Wood said seriously, "I have not betrayed the federation. My poor performance in the past few years is just because of poor working conditions. He went out of his way to remove me. Even expulsion, why should I be eliminated? What qualifications does he have!"
He couldn't help but speak louder: "I have been loyal to the Federation in the past and made outstanding contributions. Why does he question my loyalty? I am a recipient of the Federation's Gold Wand Medal and also have the status of a Lord. Why should he execute me?" I?"
The manager sighed deeply.
"If you are in the Federation, of course he is not qualified. But if you are in the Northwest Republic, the mountains are high and the roads are far away. It is not up to him to decide what happens... He judges that you have betrayed, and then wants to eliminate you. This is completely in line with the work process and in line with His authority.”
"Fuck the authority! When did the federal government judge a top spy for betrayal without a trial? And when did it sentence a person like me to death without a trial!" Wood sneered and said disdainfully, "Permission? Believe it or not, if I enter the Supreme Tower with him now and apply to see His Majesty the Great Master together, I will be more likely to be received than him!"
The supervisor knew that what he said was true.
As the Federation's only contemporary ace spy, Wood may really be more worthy of attention than the contemporary heads of intelligence agencies in the eyes of His Majesty the God of Spellcasters who established the Mystic Tower Federation.
"Actually... he was mentioning this matter a few years ago." He thought for a while and decided to tell everything. "At that time, he gave me an order to arrange for someone to replace you and clear it out. you."
Wood frowned and said nothing, waiting for him to continue.
"Of course I didn't agree, so I used my own methods to delay it - it's not that easy to train someone who can eliminate you and replace you! Are you right?"
Wood smiled, and his laughter was seven parts proud and three parts cold.
"But... Alas! Didn't you send a message last time, analyzing the relationship between the Federation and the Northwest Republic in detail, and then coming to the conclusion that if the two sides are enemies of each other, it will only make others easier, and only by working together can we achieve greater success. Strong, right?”
Wood nodded: "That's what happened. I really spent a lot of effort on that intelligence, collected a lot of information, and only came to that conclusion after detailed analysis."
"Maybe that piece of information offended him." The manager sighed and said, "He is not a spy and cannot understand your position among spies - maybe he can understand it, but it is not impossible for him to pretend not to understand. .I can confirm that he has always been jealous and dissatisfied with you."
"Think about it, is it just a latent mission that requires you to be dispatched? Even if our federation has been very peaceful in recent years and has His Majesty, the great mentor, in charge, an ace spy has no choice but to be an ordinary spy. Can you do all the hidden work?"
Wood was silent.
"I didn't know how he convinced the top management at the time, but there is no doubt that from that time on, he was already planning to eliminate you."
Wood frowned and said, "What you're saying is a bit suspenseful. I don't quite believe it."
"Yes, I don't really believe it myself, but it is the truth." The manager said, "There have been many signs over the years. Generally speaking, he has always wanted you to die."
"Then he can let me do some high-risk tasks." Wood said, "Even if I am covered in steel, how many nails can I make? As long as I keep doing those high-risk tasks, sooner or later I will die in the task. Isn’t that how the last generation’s ace spies died?”
Thinking of the old man they respected, the two were silent for a while.
"I'm not a bug in his belly, and I can't read minds, so I don't understand what he is thinking." The manager said, "From my guess, he probably doesn't want you to shine, and he doesn't want you to be trapped again. Everyone worships you - for this goal, killing you is of course the best. If you can't be killed, you will be sent thousands of miles away, to the other side of the main plane, where no one can see you. He has lost sight of it."
Wood sneered.
"This method is generally very effective. Many young spies have never heard of you."
"But Beifeng has heard of me, and she quite admires me." Wood said, "It's a pity that when she took action, she didn't hesitate or show any mercy."
"Because she is also very good. An excellent spy will not let personal feelings affect the mission."
Wood nodded and sighed softly.
"How did Bei Feng die?" the supervisor asked.
"How else could she die? She wanted to get rid of me, but she showed a flaw and was killed by me." Wood replied.
The manager shook his head: "You really shouldn't have killed her. As long as you didn't kill her, things would have turned around. Once you kill her, things wouldn't have turned around!"
Wood sneered: "At that time, I was poisoned and my whole body ached. I felt like there were at least twenty knives stabbing everywhere in my stomach. She rushed over with a crossbow in hand. You said that besides killing her, I Is there any other choice?"
The manager was silent for a while and sighed deeply.
Indeed, as Wood said, in that case, he had no choice.
Since there is no choice, there is no choice but to kill.
As for what will be the consequences after killing Bei Feng? Will he be found guilty of betrayal? These are issues that only the living need to consider, not the dead.
Wood can still sit here, can still talk to him, and can still come back to find out what happened, precisely because he killed Bei Feng.
If he hadn't killed Bei Feng, he would have died long ago, as a traitorous spy who had been eliminated.
"You want to ask him a question? What are you asking for?" The supervisor sighed again and said, "He won't see you, you should understand."
"Can you help me?" Wood asked.
"No, that would be tantamount to betraying the Federation. I will not betray the Federation."
Wood was silent for a moment and said: "To be honest, I don't know how to find him myself. You said that if I go to find him as 'Wood, the Great Artist of the Northwest Republic', can I meet him?"
"Then you will only see me." The supervisor replied, "He can ask me to come forward. I am one of the oldest people in the federal intelligence agency. I am even older than him. Many times, what kind of participation does the intelligence agency participate in? I'm the one who takes part in all the activities. As long as he insists on my qualifications, no matter how high your status is, you can only see me."
"It's useless to see you!"
"Yeah, it's useless to see me." The manager sighed, "You see me now, is it useful?"
Wood didn't give up and asked, "What if I try to sneak in?"
The manager smiled: "Don't tell me that you haven't seen me for twenty-five years. Your brain has become dull. Over the years, have you ever heard of someone being able to sneak into our door?"
Wood, of course, had never heard of it.
In the past years, there have been extremely powerful people who have broken into intelligence agencies, but not one of them has managed to sneak in.
But if he wants to get in, his ability is really not enough.
Not to mention that he was only at a high level, even if he entered the legendary realm, it would still be impossible.
... Of course, if he steps into the legendary realm, a legendary spy will have a much higher status than the director of an intelligence agency. At that time, he can go directly to the great mentor His Majesty Lampelus and complain directly to His Majesty, and His Majesty will naturally call that guy to confront him.
And if that's the case, he can bet his head that no matter what he did in the past, no matter what he said, no matter who was right or wrong, the final conclusion would definitely be in his favor.
Just as the jealous supervisor could use his identity to deal with him, if he became a legendary powerhouse, he could also use his identity to deal with him.
This is not despicable or sinister, it is a very normal and correct approach.
"Remember that time when I was in the Land of Thousand Springs?" Wood was silent for a while and said, "At that time, I received an intelligence. That intelligence came from a spy who was lurking at a high level."
"Of course I remember, it was really dangerous at the time," the supervisor said.
"But there are some things you may not know." Wood said, "At that time, a guard had actually discovered the identity of the senior executive and even stood up to accuse him. In the end, the senior executive just smiled coldly and criticized him. 'Madman', let the guard be dragged out and beaten to death."
The supervisor didn't answer. He knew what Wood meant.
"I was very emotional at the time. The gap in status is really like heaven and earth. No matter how loyal you are or how capable you are, if someone has a higher status than you, you are nothing." Wood sighed deeply, "Unexpectedly, I There will be such a day!”
The supervisor just sighed and said nothing.
"You brought four people here with the intention of executing me?" Wood asked.
"It's just a habit. You also know my physical condition. I can't go anywhere without a few reliable bodyguards."
Wood smiled and nodded: "So, are you going to let them surround me now?"
The supervisor didn't answer, but slowly clenched his fists.