Don't Mess with That Dragon-Chapter 475 - 029 Spy

Nice City, within the city.

On the streets, there were crowds of people coming and going, merchants, mercenaries, adventurers, and ordinary citizens walking by, flowing like a woven fabric.

Although due to the rise of Neutral City, the cities nearby were somewhat weakened, Neutral City’s influence was still limited due to its relatively recent establishment.

Moreover, Neutral City is almost in the deepest area on the outskirts of the Kawa Great Forest, full of dangers, so other cities haven’t collapsed immediately because of its emergence.

A thin camel is still bigger than a horse.

However, if you observe carefully, you will find that the current flow of people in Nice City has indeed decreased by ten to twenty percent compared to the past.

And this number is still slowly decreasing.

If no action is taken, the flow of people in this city will continue to dwindle, degrading into an ordinary town.

And this is obviously something the high and mighty city lord nobles cannot tolerate.

"Hey, Old Ham, how’s the fruit selling today?"

In a street market in the slum area, a skinny man picked up a bunch of bright red fruits from a vendor and familiarly asked the bushy-bearded owner.

"How else could it be? Sigh, this business is getting harder and harder."

Old Ham sighed helplessly,

"Lately, merchants have started to decrease, adventurers and those desperados among mercenaries have also diminished greatly. Without these people, how can I sell much of this stuff?"

"Recently, the entrance fee has increased, and those damn tax officials wish they could squeeze every copper coin out of you. My business is almost unworkable..."

"I’ve heard that further in, Beastmen have established a new city where there are lots of rich people, no restrictions on entry, and they don’t charge for entry. The transaction taxes are very low. If it weren’t for that city being established by Beastmen and the dangerous journey, I might have tried my luck there too..."

Old Ham kept grumbling over the recent situation.

Evidently, the skinny man and Old Ham knew each other.

The skinny man responded absentmindedly to Old Ham’s muttering while selecting fruits at the stall, thoughts of other matters flickering through his mind.

This is just a corner of Nice City.

Looking elsewhere, similar situations are probably happening continuously.

To maintain previous revenues, the greedy Nice City lord keeps raising the entry tax to amass more wealth.

But this method is like drinking poison to quench thirst.

The more oppression, the more likely the populace is to flee.

And as Neutral City rises, the impact on Nice City is likely to become increasingly severe.

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

Bang, bang, bang...

"Hurry up, the city lord is calling for assembly!"

"You damned commoners, hurry up and gather!"

Before long, a squad of soldiers ran chaotically down the street, causing havoc, with some occasionally helping themselves to a few fruits from Old Ham’s stall.

Moments later, the marketplace streets were left in shambles.

"These damned bastards!"

Old Ham cursed under his breath, irritably picking up a few apples from the ground.

"What are they up to now?"

The skinny man’s eyes flashed as he asked.

"What else could it be, probably Nice City Lord is deploying troops. Every time troops are deployed, they gather these riffraff soldiers and suddenly make them into an army. Just don’t know who their target is this time."

"No way, didn’t the city lord just dispatch a private troop recently? How come there’s another battle?"

"Who knows? Anyway, that rogue next door to me works in the city lord’s guard, and he said they’re about to move troops in a day or two."

After exchanging a few simple words.

The skinny man selected his fruits, paid, and then bid farewell to Old Ham.

After turning a few alleys, he discreetly observed the surroundings ahead and behind.

Once sure no one was tailing, he circled a few more times as if by chance returned to a room in a secluded area.

He closed the door.

Locked it from inside.

Checked through the door crack to ensure no one outside.

Then the skinny man walked to the interior of the house, moved a box of clutter away, and uncovered a wooden board on the ground, revealing an entrance.

He lit a candle, entered the entrance, and the candlelight illuminated the dim secret chamber.

It was a relatively spacious underground chamber.

Seems constructed with earth magic.

Walking down the stairs into the basement.

In the spacious basement, stood a massive peculiar machine.

This peculiar machine occupied nearly half of the underground room, with a bronze-colored shell, surrounded by wires, and a thin "rod" of unknown material extending upward, passing through a small hole to reach a corner inconspicuously hidden by weeds.

The skinny man sat on a chair, took out a strange piece of white paper that had been folded multiple times with notes written all over it, and began to operate the machine.

Beep, beep, beep...

The seemingly rhythmic yet seemingly chaotic mechanical sounds spread in the basement.

Then waves invisible to the naked eye emitted from the pole that passed through the basement, hidden in the corner weeds, shooting into the distant sky...

Indeed, this was an otherworldly modified telegraph machine.

Created by goblin researchers absorbing various modern knowledge systems transmitted by Austin, combined with modern science and certain otherworldly magical alchemy characteristics, resulting in this magically modified telegraph machine.

Due to goblins’ inherent style, this telegraph machine is already the smallest they could make.

Despite its bulkiness and odd shape, its efficiency in transmitting messages is undoubtedly first-rate.

The skinny man in front was a human spy developed by the Dragon’s Nest tribe.

He was transmitting the intelligence gathered over this period to Neutral City’s reception center through the telegraph machine.

Even before speaking with Old Ham, he had already quietly traversed all of Nice City, and through certain channels, obtained all information about Nice City’s troop deployment.

Including troop deployment time, force arrangement, composition, and marching route targets.

These things, which should have been military secrets, couldn’t present the slightest obstacle in front of the spy intelligence gathering art that had reached its modern peak, and were fully acquired.

At this time, the Nice City lord busy assembling in the City Lord’s Mansion wouldn’t have imagined all his intelligence had already been leaked.

In fact, these medieval city lord nobles wouldn’t even imagine there were spies from Neutral City right within their city.

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

This is just one of the cities.

While city lord nobles in other cities gathered their armies, the hidden agents and spies of the Dragon Nest Tribe were simultaneously transmitting messages back to Neutral City.