Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 117: The Sequence of the God of Agriculture in the Farmer City-State!

Seeing Cohen coming out of the wizard tower of the "Cursed Witch" safely, all the members of the "Infinity Blade" breathed a sigh of relief.

Gangplank also received the message from the Witch Lady at this time. With surprise on his rough face, he looked at Cohen:
"You're going to the Cultivator City?"

Cohen was slightly surprised and said:

"I thought you wanted to know how to treat your hidden disease?"

Planck said:
"A place where a bunch of peasants are just hanging around and doing their own thing. What are you doing there?"

Cohen replied gently:

"Mr. Navigator, I have to point out an obvious fact to you—without the hard work of these peasants, you wouldn't even have enough food to eat every day."

Planck sneered:

"The rulers of the 'Tillage City-State' don't work in the fields themselves.

They are stubborn and conservative, and are wary and fearful of all outsiders.

Even if you are a distinguished guest of Her Majesty the Witch, they will at most be polite to you on the surface.

If you really want to establish a stable base in the Lost Land, my Azure City-State is undoubtedly a more cost-effective choice."

Cohen couldn't help laughing:
"From now on, if anyone says that the Navigator under the Sequence Lord is a warrior who only knows how to fight, I will definitely refute him.

Mr. Plank, if you want me to work for you, there's no need to be so subtle!"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Planck's face, but his tone was sincere:
"Your Excellency has misunderstood, this is not about service.

It’s cooperation, or franchising.

My 'Blue City-State' is a high-level city-state, and it has three 'satellite cities' of the low-level city-state alone.

You can choose one as your base camp.

We have no affiliation with each other and are all responsible to Her Excellency the Witch, how about that? "

Cohen looked at Planck in surprise. This man was indeed very courageous and resourceful. He realized his own value so quickly.

They even used a complete "ordered city-state" as a bargaining chip to win me over.

No wonder he can become one of the three most trusted confidants of the Sequence Lord.

Unfortunately, no matter how good an "order city-state" is, it is not as valuable as a complete and sovereign "order oasis"!
Why did Cohen choose "City-State of Farmers" as his home?
In addition to the abundant food resources of the "farmer city-state" itself.

More importantly, beneath the vast "wasteland" to the north of the "City-State of Farmers", there is buried a "spark of order" that is enough to create an "oasis of order"!
According to the current time, the fire will spontaneously combust in three years.

Then, starting from the "City-State of Cultivators", the entire "wasteland" in the north will be completely burned, and the sixth "Oasis of Order" - the Island of Cultivators will appear in the "Lost Land".

Of course, when Cohen comes, we won’t have to wait three years.

Once he has complete control over the "City-State of Farmers", he will take the initiative to ignite the fire deep underground.

The oasis will no longer be called "The Island of the Cultivators". Cohen plans to name it "The Island of the Endless" or "The Island of Shadows" or something like that!

However, all this still requires a long period of management and planning.

With the development order in hand, although the five major forces will not interfere openly, a completely new "oasis of order" will definitely attract a large number of forces to compete for it.

Cohen must be fully prepared.

In his estimation, there were 10,000 "elite" troops, plus several powerful gold-level troops, and the "Lord of Sequence" of the Mysterious Continent as an ally.

It is entirely possible to defend the new oasis.

Therefore, Cohen had no choice but to reject Planck's generous offer:

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Plank.

I am deeply touched by your generosity, but I have my own plans and cannot go to the 'Blue City' with you.

But don't worry, I will do my best to help you solve your troubles."

Planck's face revealed an undisguised regret as he sighed:
"Well, please, sir.

No matter what agreement you reached with the Witch, as long as you can help me solve my troubles, I owe you my life!"

This promise is indeed a heavy one, equivalent to a peak-level gold-level transcendent being willing to risk his life for a fight.

Cohen naturally would not refuse and said:
"Actually, your problem is easily solvable, and those doctors were right.

You did experience a problem when taking the 'Vision III' potion, but to be more precise, there was something wrong with the formula of the 'Vision III' potion."

Planck listened attentively and asked:

"One beholder eyeball, 500 grams of sea salt, three liters of seawater from the Sea of Miracles, and three albatross feathers.

Didn't you approve this formula before?"

Cohen explained:
"The recipe is correct, it's the ingredients that are problematic. I remember you said before that the Eye Demon used peak silver-level ingredients?"

Planck nodded and said:

"good."

Cohen continued:

"The Lost Lands are home to no creatures like beholders. Your silver-tier beholder must have been obtained from elsewhere. Where did you get it?"

Planck's eyes darkened slightly, and after hesitating for a long time, he said:

"I commissioned a friend to capture it from the northern forests of the Western Empire."

Cohen then asked:

"Did you see the complete body of the Eye Demon?"

Planck shook his head.

Cohen smiled faintly and said:
"Tell me, how big is that Eye Demon's eyeball?"

Planck gestured and said:

"About the size of a watermelon."

Cohen nodded and said:
"That's the problem. A silver-level beholder's eyeball wouldn't be as big as a watermelon."

Planck's eyes were filled with surprise as he said:

"But I have sensed the aura of the eyeball, and it is indeed at the Silver level."

Cohen chuckled and said:
"It's Silver Rank, yes. But it's not a Beholder, it's the higher-level 'Death Eye Tyrant'!"

Planck suddenly paused, his expression becoming much gloomier.

Cohen's voice was neither slow nor fast:
"The Eye Demon and the 'Death Eye Tyrant' have many similarities, so it's understandable that people confuse them.

However, since he is the friend you have chosen, and it is related to the potion for promotion to the gold level, the person you have entrusted must be very knowledgeable.

Then he wouldn’t have made such a stupid mistake.”

There was a subtle chill in Gangplank's voice:

"So, he did it on purpose?"

Cohen did not make a clear statement, but just said:
“I can’t tell whether it was intentional or not, and I have no intention of sowing discord between you and your friends.

I will now tell you how to cure your hidden disease - take the potions in reverse order according to the order you took when you were promoted from [Storm People] to [Navigator].

It will eliminate the harm caused by your 'Vision III'."

Planck opened his eyes wide and said:
"Take it backwards? And it's the same potion as before?
This theory is too absurd, I have never heard of it before!" Cohen nodded calmly.

“Just do what I say and you’ll see results soon.

Just because you’ve never heard of it doesn’t mean the theory doesn’t exist.”

Planck nodded doubtfully:
"Well, if it works, then you'll have my friendship and my promise!"

……

The giant floating ship of [Navigator] sets sail again, and this time its destination is the "City-State of Farmers" located in the far north of the mysterious continent.

Inside the cabin, after informing everyone of his next move and his cooperation with the cursed witch, Cohen lay leisurely on Nephthys's lap, closing his eyes in deep thought.

He was perfecting the plan to conquer the "City-State of Farmers" in his mind.

The Winged Elf Windsardler thought for a while and asked doubtfully:

“Why do we have to go to such a remote place?
I heard from that big fool that the 'City of Farmers' is not a good place to go.

I heard that it's full of farmers who only know how to farm and a group of unscrupulous landlords. Are there any valuable resources there?"

Cohen opened his eyes and said:

“Isn’t food the most important strategic material?

I brought so many soldiers with me, I have to find a place to feed them."

Windsordler raised his eyebrows slightly and said:

"It's definitely not just this reason. Is it because I'm here that you refuse to tell me the truth?"

Cohen sighed:
"Miss Wind Walker, you're overthinking it. I was just thinking about our action plan after entering the Cultivator City-State.

Since you've asked, I'll share with you the general situation of the Cultivator City-State and our preliminary plans once we arrive."

Cohen stood up and signaled Windsor Delo to cast a shielding array.

This is easy for the royal family of the Winged Elves, and even if Gangplank eavesdropped personally, he would return empty-handed.

After setting up the magic circle, Cohen began to narrate.

"City-State of Farmers", as the name suggests, is a city-state where a group of extraordinary people who choose the [God of Agriculture] sequence gather.

The sequence of the God of Agriculture: Bronze rank [Tiller], Silver rank [Agriculturist], Gold rank [Landlord], Legendary rank [Son of the Harvest], Saint rank [Earth Walker], and finally the Supreme [God of Agriculture].

The ruler of the "City-State of Farmers" is a seventh-level peak [Landlord], Ivan Petrov.

The power under his command is called the "Farming Society", which has gathered more than half of the extraordinary people in the entire city-state. The most capable among them are five [Agriculturists], each of whom has mastered several kinds of excellent crop seeds.

Together with Ivan, they ruled the entire "Federation of Tillers".

In addition, there is a strong opposition force in the city-state called the "Farmers Association", most of whose participants are ordinary farmers who have failed to advance to the extraordinary level and some bronze-level [tillers].

Asuna asked:
"Since we are all transcendents of the [Agricultural God] sequence, why do we need to be divided into two different forces?"

Cohen smiled faintly and said:
"Don't worry. After listening to what I'm about to say, you'll understand why some people would resist the rule of the 'Farming Society.'"

Cohen paused, and his voice became much weirder:
"In fact, speaking from a true strength perspective, even the seventh-rank [Landlord] from the Farming Society isn't that powerful.

The reason why the "Farmer City-State" can stand firmly in the mysterious island is mainly due to the indispensable resource of the entire "Lost Land" brought by its own professional advantages - food.

In addition to growing food on the 'Order Solid Soil', they can also grow some food that can be harvested in a short period of time on the 'Wasteland'.

Therefore, many forces tacitly accept that the strongest person in an "Order City-State" is only a seventh-level extraordinary person.

As long as they can provide a steady supply of food to the 'Lost Land'.

This leads to a problem.

The Cultivator City-State doesn't need too many high-level Transcendents; they only need cultivators and farmers below the Bronze rank."

Nephthys frowned and asked:

"But theoretically speaking, higher-level transcendents are more beneficial to the cultivation and harvest of crops!"

Cohen smiled and said:

"That's the theory, but a Bronze-rank [Tiller] might just honestly till the land and grow crops, but what about a Silver-rank [Agriculturist]?

Do you think he would choose to work in the fields all day like an ordinary person, or would he prefer to do agricultural research in a research institute like a scholar?"

Cohen slowly pointed out a shocking fact:

“If everyone goes into research, who will farm?”

Asuna couldn't help but say:

"How is it possible that everyone can advance to Silver? Especially a Sequencer who took a potion to advance!"

Cohen nodded and said:
"Yes, even if everyone wants to be promoted from a [Tiller] to an [Agriculturist], there is a barrier of success rate for taking magic potions.

The above situation is impossible.

However, no matter how small the probability is, someone will always succeed.

So tell me, do you hope that the person who successfully advances from [Tiller] to [Agriculturist] is a stranger, or one of your relatives or friends?"

Seeing everyone lost in thought, Cohen continued:

“Therefore, when the Farming Society was first established, it artificially banned all promotion methods above the level of [Farmer].

However, every five years, the association will select a group of outstanding farmers or cultivators and give them the potion combinations and formulas to advance to the next level.

Unfortunately, over the years, only a few have been able to advance successfully.

Even if you succeed by chance, you will become the most loyal lackey in the association!"

Cohen's words sent a chill down everyone's spine.

While blocking the upward channel, a seemingly feasible path is left. How desperate must the people living in the "farmers' city-state" feel?
No wonder there is a resistance organization called the "Peasant Association".

Freya clenched her fists and said excitedly:

“Is there no one in charge?
Didn't you say that everyone in 'Life Paradise' was talking about Sequencers who were desperate?
In this case, shouldn’t we all unite more closely and help each other?
Also, didn’t the sir say that the witch sister is a very good person who cares about everyone?

Does she know, and why doesn't she do anything about it?"

Cohen looked at the excited Freya, gently rubbed her hair, and said slowly:
"Because from a big picture perspective, the rules of the Cultivator City-State are very beneficial to the entire Mysterious Continent.

Those in power would like to see more [farmers] serving them, rather than more and more [agriculturists] and [landlords] encroaching on the already scarce resources of the Lost Land.

By sacrificing the interests of a small group of people, we can obtain a stable and abundant food supply.

As long as the 'Farmers' Association' can always play the role of the granary in the rear, no one will interfere with the operating rules of the 'Farmers' City-State'.

They would even help the [landlord] Ivan Petrov to quell external forces that wanted to interfere with them.

Also, don't forget, this is not human society, but the 'Lost Land'!
Compassion and kindness are luxuries.”

Cohen's words were calm, but they stirred up waves in everyone's hearts.

The cabin fell into an eerie silence.

Windsardler asked:
"So after all you've said, should we join the association or the farmers' union?"

Cohen noticed that after Windsardler asked this question, several beauties, big and small, turned their attention to him.

Cohen's eyes moved slightly, and instead of answering directly, he asked:
"What do you want me to choose?"

(End of this chapter)