Chapter 532

Wood was an outstanding spy, skilled in many areas, both combat-related and practical for everyday life.

Naturally, this included driving carriages and riding horses. Even poisoned and feeling unwell, he was still an excellent coachman, able to keep his carriage moving steadily along the road.

What was more, because his carriage carried very little weight, it was faster than ordinary carriages, overtaking one after another along the way.

On Earth, that would absolutely have been an incredibly flashy thing—though it was no different in this world. Yet Wood could not bring himself to be happy.

He was a spy, and he had just killed his wife. If either crime came to light, it would bring him enormous trouble. So now, he needed to keep a low profile—as low a profile as possible.

By that reasoning, he ought to have driven more slowly. But he was desperate to return, so eager that he wished he could sprout wings and fly straight to the Supreme Tower. How could he possibly slow down?

After one day, he gave up on the idea.

If he went unnoticed, so much the better. If he was discovered, then that was simply his fate.

What could he even do after returning? He was only a mere spy. Even if he was a relatively high-ranking one, he was ultimately no more than part of the foundation supporting the great edifice of the Arcane Tower Federation. His superior, meanwhile, was a high-ranking Federation official, roughly equivalent in status to somewhere between a governor and a grand governor. If he went to see him as a great artist, he might perhaps be granted an audience. But if he went as a spy... he feared he would not even get through the doors of the intelligence agency.

Perhaps... he could go