Above the mage!

Chapter 306 Catching mice
Regarding the [Spell Constancy Technique], Sunaifa just mentioned it casually, but Gaode secretly kept it in mind.

Even though there is no five-ring mage in the Zhenbing tribe yet, in Gaode's opinion, it is only a matter of time.

On the one hand, Sunaifah's progress in practicing "The Green Wood Eternal Life Sutra" is changing every day with the help of the plant essence provided by the sixth-rank Ice Jade Wutong and his own super mental strength. Now he has reached the late stage of the first ring, and the second ring is just a matter of one or two months.

At least before the fifth ring, there will be no so-called bottleneck for Sunaifa.

On the other hand, for Gode, with Yugathira as the holy object, the five rings are definitely in his pocket.

Even if you only consider yourself, you should start planning the [Spell Permanence] early.

And "Astral Teleportation" is his chance.

Otherwise, if I stay in the North all the time, I will have no chance to come into contact with the wizard organizations from the outside world.

"I won't easily provoke a high-level mage." As his thoughts raced through his mind, Gao De nodded slightly, showing that he took Sunaifa's reminder to heart.

"Do you need us to prepare anything for you when you leave this time?" Sunaifa asked again.

"Not for now." Gao De shook his head.

What he needed had already been prepared.

Because when teleporting to the astral realm, only the things you carry with you can be teleported.

So in fact, there is not much that Gaode can carry, and the weight needs to be considered.

And it is still unknown where this astral teleportation will take him.

If he really brought a full package, even if he could carry it, it would be inconvenient for him to move after being teleported to the star realm. If he encountered danger, he would have to abandon his belongings to save his life.

Taking these two points into consideration, for this first "star journey", Gaode only planned to bring a small number of small, light but high-level extraordinary objects.

Once you are completely settled and have a place to stay, you can bring more things with you on the next "star teleportation".

"Don't worry too much about my business," Godard paused and continued, "Today we will make Northwest Barley No. 1 public. Phoenix will not be peaceful from now on."

"I have already made arrangements for catching the mice. As for the tiger, you will have to fight it."

Northwest Barley No. 1 is like a "treasure" that can change the world for the North.

Although the Zhenbing Tribe is the number one tribe in the North, facing such an important thing, Gaode does not believe that other northern tribes will do nothing because they are afraid of the Zhenbing Tribe.

Apart from anything else, although the Frostwolf Clan and the Hammer of Winter are slightly weaker than the True Ice Tribe, they are only slightly inferior.

Therefore, they will definitely have some ideas, whether it is secret means, or directly communicating with the Zhenbing Tribe to negotiate the purchase of Northwest Barley No. 1, or even joining forces to deal with the Zhenbing Tribe.

In this matter, nothing else works, the only thing that works is "force".

And Sunaifa is the strongest force of the Zhenbing tribe.

Therefore, matters after the Harvest Festival will depend on Sunaifa.

"My king, you don't need to worry about this." Sunaifa gave a very simple answer to this.

Carson kept pacing back and forth in the room, as if his feet were burned by the ground, and he couldn't calm down at all.

On the stone table in the room, there were seven or eight golden grains of wheat.

This was what he had caught with great effort when the Ice Mages of the Zhenbing Tribe were spreading Northwest Barley No. 1 to the crowd this morning.

There were about ten pills in total. He ate some and there were still these left.

Carson's eyes would occasionally look at the seven or eight golden grains of wheat, and then he would occasionally walk to the door and look out carefully.

There were still people coming and going on the street, and everyone had an unconcealable smile on their face. The words they spoke were all about "New King Gaode", "Northwest Barley No. 1" and even the "Ministry of Agriculture". In short, there was a joyful atmosphere.

Everyone was still immersed in the joy of Northwest Barley No. 1.

But Carson was different from them. He didn't feel happy at all.

"No, there are too many people here now. It's too conspicuous. I'll leave at night," Carson thought to himself.

That's right, he was leaving Phoenix, taking those seven or eight grains of golden wheat with him.

Although the patriarch's order was for him to remain hidden in Phoenix, observe any abnormal situations of the Zhenbing tribe, summarize them, and report when the tribe members arrived.

But the last time they met was two months ago, when he passed on the news of the new king Gaode.

According to the usual rules, the connection is usually made once every six months.

In other words, it will take four months before the tribe will send anyone again.

But now, Carson couldn't wait any longer.

As an "informant" lurking in Phoenix for so many years, he still knows what is important and what is not.

Such important news as Northwest Barley No. 1, should we wait until the tribe members come to contact us four months later before reporting it?

By then, not to mention Northwest Barley No. 1, even the day lily will be cold!

"Is the prophecy really so accurate? It has only been a short time since the new king appeared, but he has already brought such a miracle to the Zhenbing tribe." While anxiously waiting for time to pass, Carson couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Although the prophecy of War Mother Oretia had long spread throughout the snowfield, except for the Zhenbing Tribe, the attitudes of other northern tribes towards this prophecy were actually unclear.

One-third of the people believe it, one-third do not believe it at all, and another one-third are half-believing and half-doubting.

As for Carson, he originally belonged to the one-third that totally disbelieved it.

After all, if this prophecy was true and valid, the Ice Race would not have fallen to this point step by step.

In addition, as a member of the rising Frostwolf Clan, Carson has a strong sense of identity with his tribe.

He has always regarded the True Ice Tribe and the Hammer of Winter as "antiques", which were only able to maintain their current status by relying on the honors bestowed by their ancestors, and there was nothing commendable about them.

On the contrary, the Frostwolf Clan, which has relied on itself to reach where it is today, is the true light of the North. Sooner or later, it will surpass these two clans and become the largest tribe in the North.

With this mentality of looking down on the Zhenbing tribe, Carson naturally held a dismissive attitude towards the prophecy of the Zhenbing tribe's ancient war mother.

But now, the soul-stirring scene in the morning was still echoing in his mind, lingering, so much so that Carson's faith was somewhat shaken.

In all the years of history of the North, there has never been any food crops that can grow on the permafrost tundra. But as soon as the new king Gao De came, Northwest Barley No. 1 appeared.

This fits the prophecy perfectly.

"Is the prophecy true?"

Soon, Carson shook his head firmly again.

"Impossible. There are so many years between the era in which Oretia lived and the present. Even if she is very powerful, she can't see things that happened so long ago with just a ritual spell!"

Time passed slowly as Carson was anxious and conflicted.

"Knock-knock-knock!" Just then, Carson heard a knock on the door opposite.

He walked to the window and looked out.

Two Iceborn mages wearing special animal skins were knocking on the door.

Looking at the man's iconic outfit, Carson recognized his identity as a member of the Sheriff's Bureau.

I heard that this Public Security Bureau is like the Ministry of Agriculture, and it was also set up by the new king Gaode.

He didn't know what the police department was for. He just saw them wearing uniforms all day long and not working. They just wandered around the city all day long, supposedly on patrol. Patrol? What a joke, why would an Iceborn mage waste his time in the city instead of going hunting?

It's as ridiculous as the Ministry of Agriculture - the main job of the Ministry of Agriculture some time ago was to lead people to reclaim the snowfields outside the city.

Reclaiming the snowfield, what a joke? What can we do with it, grow moss?
However, after today, Carson's disdain was much lessened.

Because the Ministry of Agriculture's move to reclaim the snowfield has proven its rationality.

It seems that perhaps this Public Security Bureau has some functions that he cannot imagine?
As Carson was thinking this, he saw the Zhenbing tribe member next door open the door and say a few words to the two members of the Security Bureau at the door. Then the latter hurried away and knocked on the door of the next house.

Carson didn't hear their conversation. After all, they were separated by a street, and the members of the Sheriff's Bureau were all Ice Mages with strong perception, so he didn't dare get too close.

But he didn't take it too seriously.

Now Carson's whole family is focused on Northwest Barley No. 1.

Finally, the sky gradually darkened and the number of pedestrians on the street became sparse.

Carson no longer hesitated. He put on his fur cloak, tied his belt, straightened his clothes, packed up his luggage, took the seven or eight grains of Northwest Barley No. 1 seed, and walked out of his room.

Somehow, the member of the Zhenbing tribe next door also left the house at this time and ran into him head-on.

"It's so late, why are you still going out?" the other party asked in surprise.

"Go out for a walk." Carson made up a reason that was not a reason, and walked away without waiting for the other party to reply.

He didn't care whether the other party believed it or not, or what the other party thought. He was just an ordinary member of the Zhenbing tribe, without even the Ice Clan bloodline.

Carson is an ice wizard from a small tribe in Phoenix. This small tribe was destroyed in the beast tide more than ten years ago, and he was the only one who survived.
After losing their tribe, they groped their way to Phoenix and settled down there.

Of course, this was all made up by him, and there are many loopholes in it. With just a quick check, you will find that the tribe he mentioned does not exist at all.

However, in Phoenix, no one cares about his identity.

Carson walked along the street towards the city gate.

The snow on the main street had just been cleared yesterday, and in a corner of the main street, there was a group of buildings that had just been built a month ago.

It is said that it was also the order of the new king Gaode. No one knows what was to be built, but a huge vacant land was requisitioned.

When he was almost at the city gate, Carson saw the guards of the Zhenbing tribe.

He tightened the bag around himself, feeling a little nervous - even though the Zhenbing tribe had never checked the process for leaving the city.

Just as Carson walked to the city gate, he suddenly heard shouts and hurried footsteps behind him.

His heart tightened, and before he could react, the two Zhenbing tribe guards in front of him had already closed in and blocked his way.

In an instant, Carson was surrounded.

However, Carson still had a sense of luck, thinking that it might not be directed at him.

"Kneel down and raise your hands!" The next moment, his hope of luck was shattered by the sound of footsteps coming from behind.

They are the so-called "members of the Sheriff's Bureau".

How did you expose yourself?
As he knelt down, Carson felt a strong sense of confusion.

Even before he left the city, he discovered himself. When did the Zhenbing tribe become so powerful and efficient?

Is this Public Security Bureau so powerful?
town Hall.

A stone lamp stood in a corner of the room, flames burning.

The room was filled with the scent of herbs, which was brought by a kind of moss unique to the North. After it was dried and added to kerosene and burned together, it could emit a unique fragrance.

Sunaifa sat on a stone chair, flipping through the parchment on the table.

This is Sunaifa's office, right next to Gaode's office.

To be honest, the environment is very simple.

But in the North, you can't ask for too much, elegance has nothing to do with this place.

She was looking through the summary information of Jinhui Farm.

As for the Ministry of Agriculture's affairs, in addition to providing guidance in the early stages, Gao De was also responsible for the later coordination of personnel, specific handling, etc.

This is the tribe's top priority, so Sunaifa spends most of his time on it.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Sunaifa put down the sheepskin in his hand and said softly.

"Mother Zhan, we caught another rat, and this time it's a big rat." The person who pushed the door open was her former supporter, the fourth-ringed ice mage Elder Lan Wen. No, now he should be called Deputy Director Lan Wen.

"Oh?"

"It's someone from the Frostwolf Clan!" Lan Wen stepped forward and placed a package on the table.

"There is a sheepskin roll in the package, which records some information about the tribe. There are also seven or eight grains of Northwest Barley No. 1. The person is still being interrogated. He is not tight-lipped, so we should have other gains soon."

"Thank you for your hard work." Sunaifa nodded slightly and counted in his mind at the same time.

The seventh one. In just one day, so many informants from other tribes were captured, even from the Frostwolf Clan.

"It's not hard work. We just received the news and were responsible for arresting people." At this point, Lan Wen couldn't help but sigh, "My king's idea is really brilliant."

When the Sheriff's Bureau was first established, Goder had a conversation with Lanwen and Caitlin about how to identify informants from other tribes hiding in the city.

During that conversation, Gold believed that Phoenix was so large that it would be impossible to rely solely on the Sheriff's Department for "supervision" even with 50 or even 500 people.

It is necessary to mobilize the power of the masses and make all members of the Zhenbing tribe become spies of the Public Security Bureau.

Although he obeyed Gao De's orders on the surface, he was still somewhat disapproving at first.

Not to mention that the Zhenbing people have no intention of helping them do these things. Even if they did, how could they do it well?
Since he can become an informant, he must have a certain level of "professional qualities". How could an ordinary member of the tribe discover his flaws?

Despite thinking this, Lan Wen still followed Gao De's instructions and organized the members of the Public Security Bureau to go door to door and tell all the Zhenbing people:

There are many informants from other tribes in Phoenix who are plotting against the Zhenbing tribe. If you find any suspicious people, report them to the Sheriff's Bureau immediately.

There is no penalty for false alarms, but once verified, food rewards will be given.

And this move broke out today.

After the harvest festival, Lan Wen organized the security team to visit the village again and emphasized again:
With the appearance of Northwest Barley No. 1, the Zhenbing tribe will no longer have to worry about food problems, but those lurking informants must be drooling over Northwest Barley No. 1. They must be extra careful and report any suspicious persons immediately to prevent them from harming Northwest Barley No. 1.

It is better to report an error than to miss a report.

This time, in less than a day, the Public Security Bureau received more than a dozen reports.

Although there are many false alarms, there are also many real "rats".

“Give full play to the subjective initiative of the people.”

Lan Wen recalled what Gao De had said when he first explained the matter.

What a strange and incomprehensible sentence!
(End of this chapter)