This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 142, Section 141: Spy
Corrosive agents are highly destructive poisons to the environment.

The cost is not low, and most of its main materials are produced within the territory of the Hermit Empire...

Far calmly observed the withered field, his brow slightly furrowed.

He keenly noticed a phenomenon: the withering caused by the toxins was not evenly distributed.

The fields near the main irrigation ditches were the most thoroughly withered, as if they had been burned.

Some fields that are a little further away from the ditches and on slightly higher ground, although also showing signs of illness, still have some wheat seedlings that stubbornly turn yellow and have not completely died.

"Sir...can you tell what this is?" The old village chief followed shakily, asking with a glimmer of hope.

Farr slowly stood up, brushed the crumbs off his hands, and Lillian came forward, took his hand, and cast a purification spell.

Far looked puzzled and shook his head slightly: "The situation is complicated. This is a malignant disease that I have never seen before. Judging from the symptoms, it is probably some kind of disease that is a mixture of wilting, mold and unknown factors. It also seems to be contagious."

He deliberately avoided sensitive words such as "corrupting agent" and "poisoning".

"A terrible disease... it really is an illness!" The villagers' faces turned ashen.

"Can it be cured? My lord, please save our fields!"

Upon hearing that it was contagious, the village chief knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down his face.

Most of the wheat fields in the village are adjacent to each other. If this infection spreads, won't the harvest be completely lost?

Upon hearing this, the other villagers also began to plead.

Instead of answering the village chief's question, Far pointed to some of the still intact fields and asked, "Are these fields irrigated using the same irrigation canal as that completely withered field? Or is there some difference?"

The village chief wiped away his tears, looked in the direction Farr pointed, and paused, then said, "Ah? It's...it's water from the same main irrigation canal, but..."

As if remembering something, he pointed to the complex network of water distribution points between the ridges and continued:

"The old irrigation canal in our village was built decades ago. In order to take care of the fields with different slopes, it was divided into several small branch canals."

The area closest to the foot of the mountain that is the most severely dried up is where the main canal flows directly, and where the water volume is the largest.

The fields you mentioned... seem to be connected by branch canals.

That canal had been in disrepair for years, and there were several serious leaks, so much less water flowed to the other side, and the flow was much slower…

At this point, the village chief clearly realized something. "You mean the disease...is flowing down from the main canal? I...I'll have someone block it right away!"

Far 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 trying to stop it now."

He turned around and said loudly to the bewildered villagers, “Gentlemen, this disease is strange and probably requires more professional personnel to handle. But don’t worry, I will report it to the authorities right away, and someone will come to deal with it soon.”

After saying this, Faer didn't take any water. Amidst the villagers' grateful yet worried gazes, he left Lujiao Village. The convoy drove along the road and soon disappeared from the villagers' sight.

……

Late at night, everything is silent.

A ghostly figure slipped out from an inconspicuous corner of the village.

Using the shadows and terrain, he skillfully avoided being seen; his target was exceptionally clear: those branch canals!
"This damned ditch, what's the point of dividing it into sections!" The dark figure squatted by the side of the ditch, pulled out a half-empty bottle of black potion from his pocket, and said angrily, "I don't even know if this is enough..."

"Is it enough or not?"

A curious voice boomed like thunder in the shadowy figure's ear, and he turned around in horror.

Farr stood not far away, hands behind his back, watching him with a light laugh.

"You...you!?" He clearly watched the convoy leave!
"Are all demon spies as stupid as you?" Far said sneer to the villager-looking fellow in front of him with a leisurely air. "He came out as soon as you tricked him."

A half-bottle of corrupting agent was thrown at him, but Far easily dodged it.

Taking advantage of Far's movement to dodge, the villager's hands transformed into two giant claws, tearing at Far.

"You're the idiot for coming alone!" Seeing that his plan had been exposed, the spy immediately went all out.

"That's not necessarily true." Far stood still, seemingly not even intending to dodge.

The spy obviously sensed something was wrong, but with the die already cast, he had no choice but to charge forward. However, he was stopped halfway there.

There was nothing in front of me, so what was blocking my way?

First-tier spell – Frozen Hand!
A chill spread from his chest, and in an instant, the spy's body was completely frozen, leaving only his head exposed.

Before him, the light and shadow distorted, revealing Lillian's figure.

“It’s an amoeba,” Lillian said, clapping her hands with a hint of disgust.

Fal nodded. Amoeba is a derogatory term for shapeshifters, and this guy's ability to conjure claws is indeed a standard skill for shapeshifters.

Footsteps came from not far away; they were the two guards he had arranged to be stationed at a distance.

The remaining two guards and eight civilian staff stayed with the carriage.

Soon everyone in the village was awakened. As the spy was carried to the open space by the guards, a peasant woman screamed in terror.

"Jacques? What's going on?"

The two guards glanced at Far, and after receiving permission, repeatedly pierced the spy's frozen claws with their swords.

The spies on the ground could endure it at first, but soon they were tormented by the intense pain and began to scream in agony.

At the same time, the villager's face twisted and changed several times.

Upon seeing this, the guard stopped. "That's it, it's an amoeba."

"Then...and where is my husband?" the peasant woman asked, trembling.

The guard shrugged and didn't answer, but the answer was obvious—hiding a dead person is definitely much easier than hiding a living one.

The peasant woman's vision went black and she collapsed, but was caught in time by the villagers beside her.

Far pulled the village chief aside and spoke a few words to him, leaving him two gold coins to help the affected villagers overcome their difficulties.

He then left the village with the spies.

"You two, take this guy back to the chairman."

Without further instructions, his father, having received the spy, would naturally take appropriate measures, and he didn't need to offer any further opinions.

"Yes!" The two guards saluted and left along the way they came.

Far returned to the car, not intending to linger, and continued towards Silent Wind Town as soon as it was light.

However, lying in the carriage, Far did not get any rest.

Lillian, who was kneeling beside her, asked, "What's wrong? Isn't catching a spy a good thing? Why are you frowning?"

"I just can't figure out why."

Conventional reconnaissance techniques cannot detect shapeshifters; they are natural-born, excellent spies.

But their numbers have never been large, so they shouldn't be wasted like this.

Will some farmland be destroyed?
Even if the entire country suffers a crop failure, the kingdom can still purchase enough food from the forest elves.

I don't understand the point of them doing this.

Due to their unique environment and unique druidic talents, forest elves can produce food explosively when needed, at a certain cost.

In order to curb the expansion of the Hermit Empire, they obviously wouldn't want the humans at the forefront to collapse simply because of food shortages without even a fight.

Therefore, Fal couldn't understand why the demons would waste their own spies like this.

"If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it anymore. If you can't figure it out, does that mean you can't rest?" Lillian said quietly.

Far sighed. Lillian was right. Let his father, the guild master, worry about this. What he should be thinking about now is how to deal with the anomalies in the dungeon after he takes office next month. He heard that the church also wants to send people to help...

(End of this chapter)