Log in to the farming game in advance

Chapter 132
In the third round of interviews, the examiner will ask them all kinds of strange questions.

"What do you think of ordinary animals?"

The problems were quirky, not the technical ones they imagined.

Some orcs were not good at expressing language, and after a long time of deliberation, they couldn't answer and were expelled.

The spies from Saltpeter Town were nine people who entered. The first question was difficult or easy. His answer was not to take the initiative to hunt and kill animals.

Because the story about the soldier shooting the bird and being scolded by Allen spread last night, the free folk were all talking about it, and as a slave, he naturally heard the news.

No, his answer received a satisfied smile from the examiner.

The next question, "Is the original orc really a damn thing?"

He began to sweat profusely. Of course, the primitive orcs were damned, but now it was the artillery recruitment interview. Any question must have its deep meaning, and he couldn't answer it so quickly.

Among the first 58 people, [-] orcs were eliminated, and it also showed that most of the orcs with unqualified thinking were eliminated by answering questions in the third level.

"I think the evil primitive orcs should die." The Lion Clan spy shook the lion's tail behind him, his face was very nervous.

The examiner was stunned, thought for a few seconds, and nodded to continue answering.

Wagner breathed a sigh of relief, but the third problem came again.

"Is it right that slavery in the Lionheart Kingdom should be abolished?"

"Abolition is right." Wagner said against his will.

The slavery system in Tomorrow Town has a promotion mechanism and room for upward development, but there is no possibility of promotion in the Lionheart Kingdom. The difference between the two makes Wagner feel very uncomfortable.

If the ruler promotes a large number of slaves to free people, how to solve the problem of food is difficult to solve.

Then the examiner asked a series of ideological questions, and Wagner, relying on his on-the-spot adaptability, followed through on what he said against his will, and finally passed the test and came to the final interview hurdle.

The final interview level is located in the meeting room on the second floor of the administration. There are several assassin orcs in green uniforms standing guard, and a black-haired human in a cotton shirt sits in the center of the assassin orcs.

From the first moment he entered the door, Wagner's eyes met Alan's eyes, and he heard a snap of his fingers, and then he saw Alan's mouth open and open, as if asking him something,
He was a little confused, as if his feet were in the clouds and mist, he was unsteady, he didn't know how to answer, and there were all kinds of thoughts in his heart.

The food in Tomorrow Town is really good, the houses where the freemen live seem to be very good, it is unbelievable to be promoted to a freeman, so be careful to pass the carrier pigeons tonight.

After thinking for a while, Wagner withdrew his thoughts.

"Mr. Wagner, you can go back to work. If there is no notice tomorrow, I'm sorry that you may regret losing the election." Allen smiled lightly.

"Ah, so fast?"

Wagner, the lion man, was puzzled. He didn't understand what Alan asked him to sit down for a while and then asked him to go back to work.

No way, Wagner can only return to the slave factory to continue working.

When the slaves at work gathered around him at dinner and asked him if he had been admitted, Wagner could only say that it was not possible.

Because during the interview process, the orcs who cheered and left were admitted on the spot, and most of the orcs declined in the form of waiting for the notice tomorrow.

He didn't care whether he was notified or not, anyway, tonight must be the night of releasing the pigeons.

In the dead of night, when all the construction sites entered the rest period, the slaves went back to sleep in the shed.

Wagner slept in his straw mat as usual. After sleeping for three hours, he suddenly opened his eyes. The lion's ears moved slightly, and he quietly climbed out of the sleeping position. He looked back every time he walked to make sure that there were no other orcs following him. He came to a dense forest, pushed aside a bush, and saw a carrier pigeon waiting on a broken branch.

There is a gray spot on the right wing of the carrier pigeon. This is a carrier pigeon bred by the Anderson family. The wing of each carrier pigeon is treated with dye to identify who the pigeon belongs to.

"Fortunately you are here, I don't need to whistle." Wagner breathed a sigh of relief.

He is different from other spies. Some intelligence spies have just entered the industry not long ago and do not have a single carrier pigeon. They can only share a carrier pigeon with others. However, he himself has been in the industry for ten years and has already cultivated several mature carrier pigeons.

This carrier pigeon was secretly brought into Tomorrow Town by him, and he will put it in a forest somewhere and build a nest for it.

When it's time to send a message, tie a note, and it will fly back to Nitpeter Town by itself, and then fly back to the resettlement site the next day.

The skills he has learned over the past few years have made him a well-known intelligence agent in the Anderson family.

He took out the note that he had prepared. The words inside were written with coal stones, and the preservation was very poor. Once it rained, the entire piece of paper might be blackened by soot.

"Pass it to Saltpeter Town, go and come back quickly." After Wagner tied the note, he took out a few grains of rice covered with the smell of sweat from his bosom, and handed it to the pigeon's mouth.

The gray-feathered pigeon looked sideways, staring at the rice, unmoved, with a faint feeling of disgust.

"Huh? Don't you like to eat it? When I fed you before, you pecked it off two or three times." Wagner didn't believe in evil, and clamped the rice that was full of stinky sweat, trying to stuff it into the pigeon's mouth.

Who can resist this, the pigeon's head jerked back, it spread its wings and glides, and disappeared into the night without a trace.

"Run away without eating? Forget it, I'll find something to eat when I'm hungry." Wagner didn't think much about it, thinking it was because he hadn't seen him for many days, which made the pigeon think he was a little strange.

……

After the little gray-feathered pigeon flew into the sky, it flew hundreds of meters in the direction of Saltpeter Town, then made a sneaky turn and flew in another direction. The scenery around it also changed from a forest to a residential building.

Seconds later, it slid surreptitiously through the window of a concrete dwelling.

"Cuckoo!"

The pigeon cooed twice, and a second later, Allen climbed out of the bed and touched the pigeon's head.

He is used to sleeping with vigilance at all times, this is his experience left in other planes, players are often the most dangerous when they are sleeping.

Because this infinite streaming game cannot be offline at any time, the best time to sneak up on players is when sleeping to make up for sleep, so he dare not take a deep sleep.

Under the window is a wooden drawer table made by a carpenter. He opened the drawer and took out a few fresh rice grains, which exude a fragrance, are yellow and clear, and have been washed in water.

There is also a small white bowl on the table, which contains clear spring water, and the pigeons can take a sip of clear spring water after delivering the letter, which is very happy.

The pigeon gulped down the water and ate the rice, feeling increasingly disgusted with its original owner.

And Allen spread out the note and saw the intelligence content of the artillery recruitment.

"It's artillery recruitment again. Eleven carrier pigeons came in one night, all with the same content. All the pigeon breeders from Nitpeter Town have come to my town?" Allen said speechlessly.

　I'm so sleepy, I fell asleep.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)