There was a road outside Fabro's manor that was covered in drought, dust, and rain. Every time he passed by in a carriage, he had to suffer the same fate. Once the carriage got stuck in the mud, he had to call the slaves of the manor to push it.
The shelter camp also has to pass through that road.
Fabbro still remembered that Zhou Qingfeng frowned at the road on the first day he came to his manor. After announcing that he was going to build a camp, the latter immediately organized people to fill the mud road with sand.
When the workshop in the camp can harvest the wood, the sawn planks are laid directly on the road. Although the wheels make a clanging noise when rolling up, the driving speed is much faster and there is less trouble.
When Fabbro came out of the reception camp, he saw the road about 100 meters long again. Four or five camp refugees were guarding both sides of the road, not only to maintain the road but also to prevent anyone from stealing the planks.
It is said that half of the wooden planks were stolen the night the road was paved. Zhou Qingfeng angrily went to Fabbro and said, "Those who manage your manor, especially your housekeeper, what's the point of stealing a few wooden planks?"
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Fabbro was not ashamed of this. He admired Victor Hugo's outstanding management skills, but he still wanted to maintain his aristocratic life.
"Prepare the car, we need to go into the city." Fabbro said to the housekeeper.
The carriage drove out of the manor and passed through the muddy ground paved with wooden planks. A dozen slaves who came to push the cart found that they didn't need to use any force at all, and they all laughed and laughed. It usually took half an hour to push the cart, but today it only took less than a minute.
pass.
The dirt road outside the manor has been there for more than ten years, and Fabbro likes to let his slaves push his cart on rainy days. Zhou Qingfeng did it casually without any prior consultation, which completely ruined his fun.
The 'chief alchemist' in the carriage was very unhappy.
The carriage drove to Cold Wind City and passed through the city gate to the noble district. Fabbro wanted to go to the city lord's palace and had to inform the Long-Legs family about something. But after passing through the city gate, a figure on the roadside attracted his attention.
"Powell."
An adventurer paused and turned back to look at Fabbro, who had rolled up the car window, with a wry smile. The secret agent from the Oversight Office wore an old leather armor and mingled with the crowd.
"Your Excellency, your reputation in the city has increased recently." Powell bravely got into the carriage and taunted secretly. "With your help, the man from the Black Forest has caused us a lot of trouble."
It was Fabbro who lured Powell to Harmony Village and almost trapped the spy in the village. In a blink of an eye, Fabbro cooperated with Zhou Qingfeng and completely left Powell aside.
Fabbro's fame has risen sharply recently, but now Victor Hugo has overshadowed him. Hearing this, he seemed to be angry, "What is the Office of Supervision doing during this time? Haven't you noticed that something is wrong in the city?"
"What can we do?" Powell replied lazily, "As the eyes of the family, we keep an eye on all the movements inside and outside the city, and are ready to die for the Lord of the City at any time."
"Have you not stared at Victor Hugo recently?" Fabbro asked.
Powell was furious and rejoiced, "Mr. Fabbro, if you hadn't helped Victor Hugo enter the Cold Wind City, would he have been able to create such a big momentum? Why..., is he out of your control now?
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A series of rhetorical questions and taunts, no matter how thick-skinned Fabbro was, he couldn't keep up. He snorted coldly and looked at Powell. Mr. Secret Agent was helpless and could only whisper: "Now the Supervisory Office can't control Victor Hugo.
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"What do you mean?" Fabbro frowned and asked, "Your Supervisory Office is responsible for monitoring the entire city."
Powell shook his head, "About half a month ago, more than half of the inspectors in the city were killed. Our chief was furious about this and ordered an investigation.
But after repeated searches, not only did we not find out who the murderer was, but we also lost more and more informants. The recent situation is even more embarrassing. There are rumors in the city that our chief is the Priest of the Abyss, an extremely evil worm believer.
People believed this rumor inexplicably, and many powerful people were alienating us, refusing to provide information or cooperate. There were even defections in the Supervisory Office, and things were getting worse and worse."
It is said that it is a rumor, and Powell has already believed all the information in the rumor. The people in the city are not blind, and the strange performance of the Governor in the past ten years has made everyone in the Supervision Office panic. No one wants to become a sacrifice of evil insects.
Fabbro had been outside the city recently and did not expect that the situation in the city had changed so quickly. He hurriedly asked: "What is the trend of the wizard group now?"
Powell sneered: "I'm not a member of the wizarding group, how do I know? I only know that the low-level wizards and apprentices are very angry about this. Everyone has long been dissatisfied with the Supervisory Office, but the abyss sacrifice is still beyond the imagination of many people.
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It sounded like the situation was far more serious than imagined. Fabbro originally wanted to go to the city lord's palace, but now he couldn't hold back and ordered the coachman to go to the wizard's tower immediately. He had to understand the attitude of the wizards in the city.
Powell got off the carriage and walked around the city to make sure no one was following him. He walked to an ordinary house in a civilian area. After answering a few code words, the door opened and let him in.
Several people were waiting inside the room, all of them colleagues from the Supervisory Office. Seeing Powell come in, someone asked anxiously: "How is the situation in the city?"
Powell shook his head, "It's too late for us to realize now. The murderer who killed our informant before can definitely be Victor Hugo, or even him himself. But..."
One of the secret agents said angrily: "The wizarding group has completely ignored it, right? They just let outsiders run rampant in our city?"
Another spy said disdainfully: "The person who died was a rogue gangster in the city, an informant of our Office of Supervision. The wizards are all attracted by Victor Hugo, how can they possibly care about this matter?"
"It's strange. Normally, various factions in the city are constantly fighting among themselves, but this time they actually have a unified opinion. Victor Hugo is really capable."
"You haven't seen how those wizards are now trying to please Victor Hugo, and how they are flocking to the Harmony Chamber of Commerce to fight for orders. Recently, Victor Hugo has come up with new tricks. He has done some mass-market shopping, and he is also a member.
system.
As long as they pay a monthly fee of five copper coins, civilians can also join the membership. Although the discount is only 20% off or 10% off, news has spread throughout the city that many poor people are raising money to join the membership. For them, it is good to save even one copper coin.
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The spies exchanged information with each other, and everyone was surprised by the current situation. One of them asked Powell, "Are we going to report the situation to the director?"
"If you want to go back, you go back. I don't dare to go back now." Powell shook his head directly, "The current situation is too weird. I am considering leaving the city for a while."
"So the rumor that the chief is the Priest of the Abyss is true?"
"Do you think those shriveled scribes around the chief are still alive?"
"How many secrets are hidden in the Supervisory Office?"
Listening to his colleagues discussing in low voices, Powell stood at the window and glanced at the sky outside, and added as if by accident, "I got news from the city guard yesterday that they planned to arrest an evil insect priest."
The spies were immediately stunned...
Powell sighed, "Victor Hugo stretched his hand too far, and we were too slow to react on this matter. It was too late, really too late."