Chapter 144 141. Spy
Corruption Potion, a poison that is extremely destructive to the environment.
The cost is not low, and most of its main materials are produced in the Hermit Empire...
Farr observed the dead field calmly, his brows slightly furrowed.
He keenly noticed a phenomenon: the withering caused by the toxin was not evenly distributed.
The fields near the main water ditches were the most dead, as if they had been burned by fire.
Some fields that were slightly farther away from the ditches and on slightly higher ground also appeared to be in a sickly condition, but some of the wheat seedlings were still stubbornly yellowing and were not completely dead.
"Sir... can you tell what this is?" The old village chief followed tremblingly and asked with a glimmer of hope.
Fal slowly stood up and brushed off the debris on his hands. Lillian came forward, held his hand and cast a purification spell.
Farr looked confused and shook his head. "The situation is very complicated. This is a vicious disease that I have never seen before. Judging from the symptoms, it is probably a mixture of wilt, mildew and unknown factors. It seems to be contagious."
He deliberately avoided sensitive words such as "corruption potion" and "poisoning".
"A terrible disease...is it really an illness?" The villagers' faces turned pale.
"Can it be cured? Sir, please save our fields!"
Upon hearing the news, the village chief fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face.
Most of the wheat fields in the village are adjacent to each other. If the disease spreads, won’t the harvest be completely destroyed?
Upon hearing this, other villagers also began to beg.
Farr did not rush to answer the village chief's question. Instead, he pointed to some of the fields that were still intact and asked, "Are these fields irrigated by the same canal as the completely dead field? Or is there any difference?"
The village chief wiped his tears and looked in the direction Fal pointed. He was stunned for a moment: "Ah? It's... it's the water from the same main canal, but..."
He seemed to have remembered something, pointed at the complicated water diversion holes between the ridges and continued:
“The old canal in our village was built decades ago. In order to take care of fields with different slopes, it was divided into several small branch canals.
The area near the foot of the mountain that is the most dry is where the main canal flows directly, and has the largest amount of water.
These fields you mentioned...seem to be connected by branch canals.
That canal has been in disrepair for a long time, and there are several places where it leaks badly, so the water flowing to that side is much less and much slower..."
At this point, the village chief had obviously thought of something. "You mean the disease is... flowing down from the main canal? I... I'll get someone to block it right away!"
Fal grabbed the old village chief and shook his head, saying, "Not necessarily. All the wheat in this field has died. There's no point in blocking it now."
He turned around and said loudly to the bewildered villagers: "Everyone, this disease is strange, I'm afraid it needs more professional people to deal with it. But don't worry, I will report it now, and someone will come to deal with it soon."
After saying this, Fal did not take the water, and left Lujiao Village amid the villagers' grateful but worried gazes. The convoy drove along the road and soon disappeared from the villagers' sight.
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Late at night, everything is quiet.
A ghostly figure quietly slipped out from an inconspicuous corner of the village.
He made use of shadows and terrain to avoid possible sight extremely professionally. His target was extremely clear, which was those branch canals!
"What's the point of this damn broken canal?" The black shadow squatted beside the branch canal, took out a half-full bottle of black potion from his arms, and said angrily, "I don't know if this little bit is enough..."
"Enough of what?"
The curious voice exploded like a thunder in the dark shadow's ears, and he turned around in horror.
Fal was seen standing not far away with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a chuckle.
"You...you!?" He clearly watched the convoy leave!
"Are all demon spies as stupid as you?" Fal said calmly, mocking the fellow dressed as a villager in front of him, "He came out as soon as I tricked him."
Half a bottle of corruption potion was thrown at him, but Fal easily avoided it.
While Fal was dodging, the villager's hands turned into two huge claws and tore at Fal.
"You are the idiot. How dare you come here alone!" Seeing that the plan was exposed, the spy immediately gave it a try.
"That's not necessarily true." Fal stood where he was, seemingly not even planning to dodge.
Of course the spy noticed something was wrong, but the arrow had to be shot, so he rushed forward anyway.
But he was stopped halfway.
There was nothing in front of me. What was holding me back?
First-level magic——Frozen hands!
The cold spread from the chest, and in an instant the spy's body was completely frozen, leaving only his head exposed.
In front of him, the light and shadow twisted, revealing Lillian's figure.
"It's an amoeba." Lillian said, clapping her hands in disgust.
Fal nodded. Amoeba is a derogatory term for shapeshifters. The guy in front of him could transform into a pair of claws, which was indeed a standard skill for shapeshifters.
There were footsteps coming from not far away. They were the two guards he had arranged to stay in the distance.
The remaining two guards and eight civil servants stayed with the carriage.
Soon everyone in the village was called up. Seeing the spy being carried to the open space by the guards, a peasant woman even screamed in fear.
"Jacques? What's going on?"
The two guards looked at Farr, and after getting permission, they pierced the spy's frozen claws repeatedly with their swords.
The spy on the ground could still endure it at first, but soon he was tormented by the severe pain and started screaming.
At the same time, the villager's face twisted and changed into several faces in succession.
Seeing this, the guard stopped and said, "That's it, it's an amoeba."
"Then...what about my husband?" the peasant woman asked tremblingly.
The guard shrugged and didn't answer, but the answer was obvious - it was definitely easier to hide a dead person than a living one.
The peasant woman's eyes went dark and she fell down, but was supported in time by the villagers beside her.
Fal took the village chief aside and spoke a few words to him, then left two gold coins with him, asking him to help the affected villagers get through the difficult times.
Then he left the village with the spy.
"You two, take this guy back and hand him over to the president."
Without any further instructions, his father would naturally take corresponding measures after receiving this spy, and there was no need for him to make any extra suggestions.
"Yes!" The two guards saluted and left the same way they came.
Far returned to the car and did not plan to stay for long. He continued to head towards Dumb Wind Town at dawn.
However, lying in the carriage, Farr never got any rest.
Lillian, who was kneeling beside him, asked, "What's wrong? Isn't it a good thing to catch a spy? Why are you frowning?"
“I just can’t figure out why.
Conventional reconnaissance techniques cannot detect shapeshifters; they are natural born spies.
But their numbers have never been large, and they shouldn't be consumed like this.
Destroy some farmland?
Even if the entire country were to run out of food, the kingdom could still buy enough food from the forest elves.
I don’t understand what the point is in them doing this.”
Due to their unique environment and their unique druid talents, forest elves can produce food explosively at a certain cost when necessary.
In order to curb the expansion of the Hermit Empire, they obviously would not be willing to let the humans at the forefront collapse simply because of a lack of food without even fighting.
So Fal couldn't understand, what was the point of the demons wasting their own spies like this?
"If you can't figure it out, just stop thinking about it. If you keep trying to figure it out, won't you just take a break?" Lillian said dimly.
Fal sighed. Lillian was right. He should let his father, the president, worry about this matter. What he should think about now is how to deal with the changes in the dungeon after taking office next month. He heard that the church also wanted to send people to help...
(End of this chapter)
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