At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was in the west, but the weather was still quite hot.

Farmers are busy in the fields, which, unlike elsewhere, are not planted with cassava, which requires little management, but with crops like rice. High and low ridges are formed in the farmland, crops are planted on the ridges, and there is at least a palm-high water between the ridges, and there are small fish swimming in the water.

Locke was wearing rags, black and white, and was not too dirty. He was studying with the farmers how to arrange the water flow between the ridges so that the fish would not be washed away by the water, nor would they be washed away by the slow water flow. lead to poor water quality in the fields.

They were so absorbed that they didn't notice a faint blur of light in the air.

In a small forest at least fifty or sixty miles away, the clergy watched the magic projection in the air and talked a lot.

"Is that deep rice?" a farmer-turned cleric asked curiously, "This is a very rare crop, can they grow it well?"

"I don't know. The biggest difficulty in the cultivation of deep rice lies in the need for clean running water. But when the rice is planted in the soil, how can the water flowing from the soil be clean? Therefore, this crop can only be grown in a very small amount. , the value has always been high," replied another clergyman.

There are a wide range of clergy in this world, including those who have been trained since childhood, and those who have been inspired by divine power because their ideas and actions conform to the teachings in adulthood—Phaethon himself is the latter. Among the students he brought this time, most of them were the latter. In addition to training, these priests are often involved in agricultural production, so among the dozen or so people, a small percentage of them understand agriculture.

However, they have no experience in cultivating deep rice.

This rare crop is one of the specialties of the elves, and it is expensive, even several times more expensive than fruit. But of course, it also has expensive capital. The first is that it tastes very good, fragrant and delicious, and it kills other grains in seconds. The second is that it is rich in nutrients. If you eat it for a long time, it can effectively promote the improvement of physical fitness, and even have a certain anti-aging effect.

Therefore, nobles and rich people have always been fascinated by it. No matter how much the elves put out to sell, they will be bought at once, and it is almost impossible to see it in the market.

This thing is so expensive and popular, of course, it has attracted many people to try to cultivate. The elves didn't deliberately control the seeds - in fact, they were also annoyed by those who stared at them to buy deep rice, wishing that others could plant it to make it easier for themselves. However, except for some fields that the elves run themselves in the forest, there is almost no way to grow such a delicate crop in the outside world. Even if it is reluctantly planted, the harvest will be tragic. If you calculate the price, it is better to find the elves. It's a good buy.

The Church of the God of Light also has several experimental fields, where some expensive crops or medicinal herbs are tested, and deep rice is one of them. Looking at the busy people, Phaethon couldn't help but think of the scene he saw in the church's experimental field.

The situation at that time was similar to what we saw before us. The high-ranking clergymen dressed up like farmers, working and researching in the fields. They ate and lived with farmers, trying to figure out how to make those rare things grow, spending countless hours and energy on it.

However, the church's attempt to cultivate deep rice was unsuccessful. Their per-mu yield of deep rice is slightly higher than that of ordinary nobles, far from being comparable to that of elves.

And in order to achieve this effect, they have to pray every day in the stream that provides the water source, and over time, even the part of the stream that is responsible for prayer is sanctified.

Sanctification is the method found by the Church of the God of Light to increase the yield of deep rice. The sacred water flow can slightly improve the cleanliness of the farmland and improve the growing environment of deep rice.

However, the "degree" of sanctification is a big problem. If you use too much force, the deep rice will mutate and become rice with sacred power. That kind of rice contains more nutrients, but this kind of nutrition has a strong sacred attribute. Except for the priests of the Church of the God of Light, others will have indigestion if they eat it, and if they are evil, they will even meet. Vomiting and diarrhea.

And... if you want sacred rice, you don't need to be so troublesome at all, just find an ordinary rice field and let the high-level clergy hold a blessing ceremony in it.

So in general, the experiment of cultivating deep rice by the Church of the God of Light was a failure.

That was almost four hundred years ago.

Now, seeing the experimental field for deep rice cultivation that Locke presided over, Faetong remembered the past, and couldn't help being a little ecstatic.

After a while, he recovered from the students' questioning.

"Teacher, do you think they can succeed?" the student asked.

Faetong shook his head: "It's very difficult. We tried to cultivate it in the past. This kind of rice is not difficult to grow, but the yield is very low - only the elves can rely on the talent of affinity with nature to establish and maintain the To ensure the farmland that it produces, even if other races become druids, it is very difficult to do such a thing."

The students nodded, and their views were similar to the teacher's.

At this time, another student said: "I can't believe that this dangerous 'Northern Demon King' would work in the fields like a farmer. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. The person with the slightest appearance is the terrifying demon king of Megatron Tara Khan!"

"The rumors may not be credible." Phaethon said, "That's why we priests need to see with our own eyes and hear with our own ears. Because we are those who hold sharp swords, our swords must ensure Under the right circumstances, it can only be waved out."

The students nodded. Another student said, "Teacher, the Demon King of the North asked us to meet on a nearby mountain tonight. Will he set up an ambush against us?"

"Maybe," said Fahetong. "Although he seems to get along well with the peasants, the peasants can't threaten him--there are many people in this world, and in the face of people who are not threatened, They are amiable, but when someone threatens them, they become vicious and vicious."

The students were silent for a while, and the student just asked in a low voice, "Then... if he had no conflict with others and was not threatened, but our arrival made him threatened... Should we fight him? "

Phaeton was also silent, and after a long time, he said, "This kind of thing can only be determined after having a face-to-face interview with him."

He lifted the spell of prying into the distance, looked up at the sky, and said slowly: "There is no way of doing things that can be consistently useful in the world. We need to constantly adjust our practices according to the actual situation to ensure that we are correct."

A young student asked again: "I see that the farmers are very relaxed in front of the North Demon King, and their lives seem to be very good. If we crusade the North Demon King, they will be ruled by the lord again, and then they will still be Can you live so easily?"

Faetong sighed deeply: "How to choose between immediate interests and long-term interests is a problem enough to make sages worry about losing their hair. We are priests, not sages, and we don't have the ability to think too much. So what we have to do is to determine whether the other party is evil and whether it poses a threat to the world - if so, even if it will bring those farmers back to their unhappy lives in the past, we must fight!"

"Why does evil make people happy and happy?"

"Because evil can often obtain sufficient resources from other places." Fahetong said, "When I was young, I lived in the golden desert. At that time, there were many oases in the desert, and the people in some of these oases lived a very relaxed and happy life. They There are ample sources of food and water, and rare commodities from all over."

He paused and said: "But such oases are actually the dens of evil forces. They rely on smuggling, extortion, robbery and other means to obtain a lot of wealth, and then share the wealth with their clansmen and live a happy life. Do you think we should destroy their happiness?"

The students only thought for a while, and then they all answered, "Should!"

"That's right, so remember, it's not always wrong to destroy the happiness of others," said Phaethon. "Our clergy's sword is the balance of right and wrong. If you're sure it should be done, just do it. Don't care what the consequences will be! In this world, there is no justice that can be performed without harming anyone, even the sun sometimes kills people, let alone us?"

The students nodded again and again, lost in thought.

Time passed slowly, and it was getting late. Faetong took his students to eat some dry food, and set off for the mountain that was informed by the magic messenger early this morning.

He is not afraid of an ambush. On the contrary, if the Demon King of the North really made an ambush on the mountain, his heart would be much more relaxed.

The priests are not afraid of fighting. Compared with fighting, "choice" is actually more difficult - the vast majority of priests are similar to pandas. They may not have no brains, but they prefer to use fists to solve problems instead of using their brains. .

The strength of this group of clerics was extraordinary, and the steep cliffs could not stop them in the slightest. When the moon just rose, they had already reached the top of the mountain.

There are tables and stools on the top of the mountain, an orc with a black and white face, a handsome young man with wolf-like eyes, and an old sword-backed man with striking elf characteristics but white hair and beard, the three of them are sitting there, waiting for their arrival.

Phaethon looked at them and did not open his mouth to introduce himself. The three of them didn't say anything, just sat there calmly, silent and motionless.

In the chat channel, Jian Shisan asked: "What if this fight really starts?"

"Cold." Sanyu said.

"What do you mean by salad?"

"Just fight." Panda said lightly, "Don't worry, if he wants to fight, we'll just accompany him to fight this battle."

"Can you win?" Jian Shisan asked.

"I guess I won't win. Faetong is very famous. In the battle of life and death, he once dealt with three undead kings alone." Sanyu said, "Although he was killed in the end..."

"We don't need to beat him, we just need to show our attitude." Panda said, "Faytong is not an unreasonable person, and if he really decides to fight, he will probably retreat temporarily and put his students on the line. We sent them away, and then came alone - since he brought the students here this time, I think he probably didn't come to fight us."

"I hope you guessed right..." Jian Shisan sighed secretly, regretting why he ran over to help Locke up the scene.

He didn't mind hanging up for a while, but it would always be troublesome to have a grudge against the legendary powerhouse.

Except for his sister's needs, Jian Shisan felt that everything was troublesome. His ideal life is to live in a tree house in the forest, read books, grow flowers and plants, eat light meals, and occasionally go out to meet with friends...

Now, that's pretty much how he lives. He served as the elder of the barbarians in the northern forest. Apart from mediating some disputes and teaching children to practice martial arts, he usually lived as peacefully as a plant. Only when his sister Xingzhao needs to engage in scientific research will he regain some energy and help in the past.

Xingzhao's goal is to create an artificial satellite and fly it into the universe of this world. This goal is difficult to achieve. Until now, she has not even succeeded in the first step of her plan—making a high-altitude balloon.

Just when Jian Shisan muttered "It's so troublesome" in his heart, the originally clear night sky suddenly dimmed, and a dark cloud flew over at an alarming speed.

The dark clouds dissipated, and a white-haired young man in a gorgeous dress appeared. He was so handsome that men and women blush, and the cold temperament on his body made people feel that he must be a great person. Around him, there are also four swords of different colors and shapes, flying slowly in the air.

"The Devil of the North" Locke is here.

Looking at his appearance, the priests couldn't help but be a little sluggish, unable to connect the extraordinary young man in front of him with the farmer-like person they saw during the day.

Phaethon took a step forward and watched him.

Locke looked at the legendary powerhouse of the Church of the God of Light calmly, without flinching at all.

After a while, Phaethon said, "I am a paladin of the Church of the God of Light, and people call me 'Phaethon'."

"I'm the leader of those peasants," Locke said. "Many people call me the 'Demon Lord of the North.'"

They only said two words.

After a while, Phaeton nodded and led the students down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, a student said, "The Demon King of the North... what a strange person."

"Yeah, but he's also a very powerful man," said Phaethon.

"Will he be our enemy?" the student asked.

"I hope not." Phaethon said, "If he becomes our enemy, then we will be in big trouble... He will definitely become a big man who can affect the whole world. I don't want my name to be a villain. The image appears in the history books!"