Chapter 306 Catching Rats
About [Spell Constancy], Sunaifa just mentioned it casually, but Gothe kept it secretly in his heart.
Although there is currently no fifth-ring mage in the Zhenbing tribe, in Gothe's view, this is just a matter of time.
One side is the progress of Sunaifa's practice of "Greenwood Sutra". With the dual assistance of the grass and tree essence provided by the sixth-level ice jade sycamore and his own super mental power, it can be said that it is changing day by day. Now it has reached the late stage of the first level, and the second level is only a month or two away.
At least before the Fifth Ring Road, there would be no so-called bottleneck for Sunaifa.
On the other hand, in Gothe, with Yugath Sheila as a sacred object, the Five Rings are definitely within his grasp.
Even if you are just thinking about yourself, you should start planning [Spell Constancy] in advance.
And "Astral Teleportation" is his opportunity.
Otherwise, if you stay in the north all the time, there will be no chance of contacting outside mage organizations.
"I will not easily provoke Master Gao Huan." While his thoughts were whirling in his heart, Gothe nodded slightly, expressing his appreciation for Sunaifa's reminder.
"Do you need us to prepare anything else for you when you leave this time?" Sunaifa asked again.
"No need for the time being." Gothe shook his head.
What he needs has already been prepared.
Because when teleporting to the astral realm, you can only teleport the things you carry with you.
So in fact, there are not many things that Gaode can carry, and the load needs to be considered.
And it is still unknown where this astral teleportation will send him.
If he is really carrying a full package, even if he can carry it, it will be inconvenient for him to move after being teleported to the astral world. If he encounters danger, he will have to discard the items to save his life.
Considering these two points, for this first "Star Boundary Journey", Gothe is only prepared 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 during the next "astral teleportation".
"You don't have to worry too much about my affairs," Gothe paused and continued: "Today we will make Northwest Barley No. 1 public, and Phoenix will not be peaceful next time."
"I have already made arrangements for catching mice. As for the tigers, it is up to you to hunt them."
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.
If nothing else, although the Frostwolf Clan and Winter's Hammer are slightly weaker than the Ice Tribe, they are only slightly inferior.
Hence, they will definitely have some ideas, whether it is secret means, direct communication with the Zhenbing Tribe to purchase 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.
Hence, after the harvest festival, it is up to Sunaifa to hold up the main beam.
"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 the ground was hot to his feet, and he couldn't stay still at all.
On the stone table in the room, there are seven or eight golden wheat grains.
This is what he received with great effort when the ice-born mages of the Zhenbing Tribe spread Northwest Barley No. 1 to the crowd this morning.
There were about ten grains in total. He ate some and had this much left.
Carson's eyes looked at the seven or eight golden wheat grains from time to time, and then from time to time he walked to the door and looked out carefully.
There were still people coming and going on the street, and everyone had an unconcealable smile on their face, and the words they spoke were all about "New Wang Gaode", "Northwest Barley No. 1" and even the "Ministry of Agriculture". In short, it was a joyful atmosphere.
Everyone is still immersed in the joy of Northwest Barley No. 1.
But Carson was different from them, he was not happy at all.
"No, there are too many people now and it's too conspicuous. I won't leave until night." Carson thought in his mind.
Yes, he is leaving Phoenix, taking those seven or eight golden wheat grains with him.
Although the tribe leader's order was to keep him lurking in Phoenix, observe any abnormal situations in the Zhenbing tribe, summarize them, and then report them when the tribe members come.
But the last contact was two months ago, when he sent back the news about the new king Gaode.
According to the usual rules, we usually only meet once every six months.
In other words, the tribe will not send anyone again until four months later.
But now, Carson couldn't wait any longer.
When the "informant" has been lurking in Phoenix for so many years, he still knows what is important and what is important.
Such important news as Northwest Damai No. 1 should not be reported until the clan members come to discuss it four months later?
By then, let alone Northwest Barley No. 1, the day lilies will be cold!
"Is the prophecy really so accurate? This new king has only appeared for a long time, and he has already brought such a miracle to the Zhenbing tribe." While anxiously waiting for time to pass, Carson couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Although the prophecy of War Mother Oretia has long been spread throughout the snowfield, except for the Zhenbing tribe, the attitude of other northern tribes towards this prophecy is not clear.
One third of the people believe it, one third of the people do not believe it at all, and one third of the people are half convinced.
As for Carson, he originally belonged to the one-third who didn't believe it at all.
After all, if this prophecy was true and valid, the Iceborn would not have fallen to this step by step.
In addition, as a rising member of the Frostwolf clan, Carson has a strong sense of identification with his tribe.
He has always regarded the Ice Tribe and Winter's Hammer as "old antiques". They just rely on the honor of their ancestors to barely maintain their current status. There is nothing worthy of praise.
On the contrary, the Frostwolf clan, which has relied on itself step by step to reach today, is the real 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 had a disdainful attitude towards the predictions made by the War Mother of the Zhenbing Tribe in ancient times.
But now, the shocking scene in the morning still echoes in his heart, lingering so hard that Carson's belief is somewhat shaken.
In all the years of history in the north, there has never been any food crop that can grow on the permafrost tundra. But just after the new king Gaode came, Northwest Barley No. 1 appeared.
This perfectly fits the content of the prophecy.
"Is the prophecy true?"
Soon, Carson shook his head firmly again.
"Impossible, there are so many years between Oretia's era and the present. No matter how powerful she is, she will never be able to see things so far in the future with a ritual spell!"
In Carson's anxious and contradictory thoughts, time is slowly passing.
"Button-button-button!" At this moment, Carson heard a knock on the door from the opposite door.
He walked to the window and looked out.
Two ice wizards wearing special animal skin clothing were knocking on the door.
Looking at the other party’s iconic outfit, Carson recognized the other party’s identity and that he was a member of the Public Security Bureau.
I heard that this Public Security Bureau is like the Ministry of Agriculture, and it was also created by the new Wang Gaode.
He didn't know what the Public Security Bureau was for. He just saw that they wore uniforms all day long and did not work. They just wandered around the city all day long. It was said that they were patrolling.
Patrol? Are you kidding me, the iceborn mage is wasting his time in the city instead of hunting?
It’s just as absurd as the Ministry of Agriculture—some time ago, the main job of the Ministry of Agriculture was to lead people to cultivate snowfields outside the city.
Creating snowfields, are you kidding me? What can I do with the land, grow moss?
However, after today, Carson's disdain has become much restrained.
Because the Ministry of Agriculture’s move to reclaim snowfields has proven its rationality.
It seems that maybe the Public Security Bureau also has some functions that he could not imagine?
Thinking like this, Carson saw the Zhenbing tribesman opposite opened the door, and after saying a few words to the two members of the Public Security Bureau at the door, the latter hurriedly left and knocked on the door of a residential house.
Carson did not hear the content of their conversation. After all, they were separated by a street, and the members of the Public Security Bureau were all ice-born mages with powerful senses, so he did not dare to get too close.
But he didn't pay too much attention to this matter.
Now all Carson's thoughts are 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, put on his animal skin cloak, fastened his belt, straightened his clothes, packed up briefly and saluted, took the seven or eight grains of No. 1 northwest barley, and walked out of his room.
For some reason, the Zhenbing tribesman across the door also left the house at this time and bumped into him.
"It's so late and you still have to go out?" the other party asked in surprise.
"Go out for a walk." Carson casually gave an excuse that was not a reason, and walked away without waiting for the other party's reply.
He doesn't care whether the other party believes it or not, or what the other party thinks, he is just an ordinary Zhenbing tribesman who does not even have Ice blood.
Carson's identity in Phoenix is an ice-born mage from a small tribe. This small tribe was destroyed by the beast tide more than ten years ago. He was the only one who survived.
After losing his tribe, he groped his way to Phoenix and settled there.
Of course, he made this all up, and there are many flaws. Just a casual search will show that the tribe he mentioned does not exist at all.
However, no one in Phoenix cares about his identity.
Carson walked along the street toward the city gate.
The snow on the main street had just been cleared yesterday, and in the corner of the main street, there was a complex of buildings that had just been built a month ago.
It is said that it was also the order of the new king Gaode. It is not known what is to be built, and a huge open space was requisitioned.
As he approached the city gate, Carson saw the guards of the Zhenbing Tribe.
He tightened the package around him and felt a little nervous - even though the Zhenbing Tribe never checked this process when leaving the city.
Just when Carson walked to the city gate, shouts and rapid footsteps suddenly sounded behind him.
His heart tightened, and before he could react, the two Zhenbing tribe guards in front had already closed up, blocking his way forward.
In an instant, Carson was surrounded.
However, Carson was still taking chances and felt that it might not be for him.
“Kneel down and raise your hands!” The next moment, his luck was shattered by the sound of footsteps coming up from behind.
It is the so-called "member of the Public Security Bureau".
How was he exposed?
While kneeling down, Carson felt intense confusion in his heart.
Even before I leave the city, I can find myself. When did the Zhenbing tribe have such powerful abilities and efficiency?
Is this Public Security Bureau so awesome?
City Hall.
A stone lamp holder stood in the corner of the room, the flame burning brightly.
The room is filled with the aroma of herbs, which is brought by a kind of moss unique to the north. After it is dried and burned together with fire oil, it can emit a unique fragrance.
Sunaifa sat on the stone chair and looked at the parchment on the table.
This is Sunaifa's office, next to Gothe'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, in addition to the early guidance, Gaode was actually responsible for the later co-ordination of manpower, specific handling and other matters.
This is the tribe's top priority, so Sunaifa spends most of his time on it.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Sunaifa put down the sheepskin in his hand and said softly.
"War Mother, we caught another rat, this time it's a big rat." The person who pushed in the door was her former supporter, Elder Lan Wen, the fourth-ring ice-born mage. No, he should be called Deputy Director Lan Wen now.
"There is a roll of sheepskin in the package, which records some information about the clan, and there are also seven or eight grains of northwest barley. The No. 1 seed is still under interrogation. He is not strict, and there should be other harvests soon."
“Thank you for your hard work.” Sunaifa nodded slightly and counted it in his mind.
The seventh time. In just one day, we have captured so many informants from other tribes, and even informants from the Frostwolf clan.
"It's not hard work, we just received the news and were responsible for taking people." Having said this, Lan Wen couldn't help but sigh, "My king's idea is really wonderful."
At the beginning of the establishment of the Public Security Bureau, Gothe had a conversation with Lan Wen and Caitlin about how to uncover informants from other tribes lurking in the city.
In that conversation, Gothe believed that Phoenix is so big that if you want to rely solely on the Public Security Bureau to carry out "supervision", let alone fifty people, even five hundred people, will simply not be able to do it.
The power of the masses must be mobilized to make all Zhenbing people become the eyes of the Public Security Bureau.
Although he obeyed Gaode's orders on the surface, he was still a little disapproving at first.
Let’s not talk about how the Zhenbing people have the thought to help them do this. Even if they did, how could they do it well?
Since you can become an informant, you must have a certain degree of "professional quality". How can ordinary tribesmen find flaws?
Thinking of this, Lan Wen still followed Gao De's instructions and organized members of the Public Security Bureau to go door-to-door and warn all the Zhenbing tribesmen:
There are many informants from other tribes in Phoenix who are plotting against the Zhenbing tribe. If you find any suspicious characters, report them to the Public Security Bureau immediately.
There is no penalty for false alarms. Once verified, you will be rewarded with food.
And this initiative broke out today.
After the Harvest Festival, Lan Wen organized members of the Public Security Bureau to visit 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 also covet Northwest Barley No. 1. They must pay more attention and report suspicious characters immediately to prevent these people from harming Northwest Barley No. 1.
Would rather make a false report than miss a report.
This time, in less than a day, the Public Security Bureau received a dozen reports.
Although there are many false alarms, there are also many real "rats".
"Let the subjective initiative of the people be brought into play."
hh The words Gaode said when he first explained the matter came to Lan Wen's mind.
What a strange and difficult sentence to understand!