141: Chapter 105, Miserable Spy_3 141: Chapter 105, Miserable Spy_3 A ruler who came to power amidst internal strife, how could they be easily deceived?
Never mind fooling him, even getting in touch is fraught with difficulties.
Reluctantly, they had to choose Prince Alex, a man full of flaws, as their point of entry.
Regrettably, although this man is easy to approach, his only life goal is his own leisure and pleasure.
The position of Crown Prince, eagerly yearned for by many, is in his eyes a hot potato he can’t wait to throw away.
“Stop daydreaming, Alex is like a salted fish.
He’s living in a state of oblivion every day.
Given his physical condition, even if he were to assume the position of Crown Prince, he probably won’t outlive the Bimon Emperor.
The last time Alex took us to tour the palace, just one glimpse from a distance of the immortal old man made my heart tremble.
It’s likely that the old man has secretly broken through the Sanctuary.
Considering the Bimon Clan’s longevity, it’s possible that the immortal might still be alive after another three hundred years.”
Xindell grumbled irritably.
For the mission assigned by her superiors, she was close to giving up.
If it weren’t for her dire circumstances, she would have utterly given up.
“Don’t worry, we have made preparations beforehand.
This is the Water of Life, which we acquired from the Elven Tribe.
It has the ability to restore health and prolong life.
Alex’s body is indeed debilitated, but with the help of this Water of Life, it should be possible for him to live another ten or eight years.
If within this term, he still cannot inherit the throne, then our mission would have already failed.
The subsequent matters would no longer have anything to do with us.”
As intelligence agents, their greatest fear is an unreliable superior handing out unrealistic assignments.
Unfortunately, they had hit the jackpot.
Not only were the assignments unrealistic, but they were also of the highest level mandatory missions.
It’s better to take their own lives rather than returning to face severe punishment for not completing them.
Despite being just one of the action groups infiltrated into the Orc Empire, their Clergy spies were far from the only ones.
Some groups had infiltrated for several generations, but it did not lessen the difficulty of the mission.
Bribes and threats, these low bawdy tactics, only worked on the lower ranks.
The true high ranks of the Orc Empire couldn’t be threatened.
Even if they held the scandalous secrets of the big shots, it wouldn’t help.
Those at the top simply did not care about ethics and morality.
If the Orc Empire were to wage a southern invasion war in the near future, that would be due to the will of the big shots, not a decision that their few spies could make.
The real function of a spy has always been to gather information.
In this world where lineage dictates their status, the chance of a spy rising to the status of a big shot is almost zero.
Even if there were exceptions, they were only found among the spies infiltrated within the Human Kingdom, not in a foreign species like the orc nation.
“The Water of Life, they’re actually willing to take out such a valuable item.
It seems that our superiors are really spending big time on this.
However, if we can get our hands on it, how can we be sure that they don’t have it too?
They may have used it already; we’re just not aware of it.
After all, the hatred between the Orc Empire and the Elven Tribe is a matter of thousands of years ago.
Under the eroding passage of time, it has long since dissipated.
As long as the big shots are willing to pay the price, it’s not impossible to acquire some Water of Life from the elves, right?”
Xindell queried doubtfully.
Although the Water of Life is rare, that’s only for the common people.
If the big shots are willing to pay the price, the elves would trade — otherwise, there wouldn’t be any in the Clergy.
“Don’t worry, we can’t be sure about the past, but in the recent decades, the Elven Tribe hasn’t let the Water of Life out.
Neither the Prairie Elves, the Wood Elves, nor the Dark Night Elves have had any rumors of trading the Water of Life.
We don’t know exactly what happened.
But the Water of Life has become particularly scarce now, and even if the Bimon Clan has been hoarding it, the Bimon Emperor has probably used it for himself.
Otherwise, how could he have lived till now, while the past few Crown Princes have gone on ahead of him?”
Handi said with a cold laugh.
This was also the most widely accepted theory on the continent.
After all, the lifespan of the Bimon Emperor significantly exceeded the average.
Without the use of life-prolonging treasures, it would be impossible.
There aren’t many things on the Continent of Aslante that can prolong life, and the Water of Life is undoubtedly the most famous.
Although it cannot make one truly immortal, it does offer the hope of extending one’s life by a few decades.
If it weren’t for the great power of the Elf Race and the fact that the World Tree could only produce the Water of Life in the hands of the elves, they would’ve been robbed long ago.
Even so, the Elf Race is constantly plagued by troubles.
Almost every species in their prime has sought their misfortune.
They had no choice but to periodically trade precious Water of Life with the big shots of different races to ward off their covetous gazes.
However, the problem of how to deliver the item is also troublesome.
Although Alex appears to be lacking in ambition, he’s been living the high life for many years, and he’s certainly not as incompetent as the outside world believes.
If we don’t handle the details properly, we could easily arouse his suspicion.
This guy may appear to be a man of passion, but he is truly unfeeling and ruthless.
Once he discovers that something is wrong with my identity, he will definitely show no mercy.
Even if I present the Water of Life, that would not be enough to save our lives.”
Xindell said with a headache.
Being able to thrive in the Prince’s Mansion as a concubine relied on her precise understanding of human nature.
She knew exactly what kind of creature the man in her bed was.
Endless gentleness today might become outright ruthlessness tomorrow.
Every year, countless concubines who had lost his favor were either sent to the remote palace or given away to subordinates.