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 their fields, which are different from elsewhere in that they are not planted with cassava that requires little management, but with rice-like crops. Crops are planted on the ridges, and between the ridges is at least a palm-high water, and small fish swim in the water.

Locke, dressed in ragged linen and black and white, dirty, and working with the farmers on how to arrange the flow of water between the ridges so that the fish would not be washed away by the water, and the water would not be too slow to cause the water in the fields to be poor.

They were so engrossed that they didn't notice a faint glow in the air.

In a small forest at least fifty or sixty miles away, the priests stared at the magical projections in the air and talked about it.

"Is that deep rice?" asked a farmer-turned-cleric 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 is the need for clean living water. But how can rice be cleaned when it is planted in the soil, and the water that flows through the soil? Another cleric replied.

The clergy in this world come from a wide range of sources, from those who have been trained since childhood to those who have been inspired by divine powers as adults because their ideas and actions are in line with the teachings—Phaethon himself is the latter. Among the students he brought with him this time, the latter was also the majority. In addition to training, these clergy are often involved in agricultural production, so that a small half of the dozen or so people know how to farm.

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 fruits. But of course, it also has expensive capital, the first is that the taste is excellent, fragrant and delicious, killing other grains, and the second 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, the nobles and the rich have always been eager to sell it, and no matter how much the elves sell it, it will be bought at once, and there is almost no way to see it in the market.

This thing is so expensive and popular, of course, it attracts many people to try to cultivate. The elves didn't try to control the seeds—in fact, they annoyed the people who were staring at the deep rice they were about to buy, wishing that someone else would plant it and make it easier for them. However, except for some fields managed by the elves themselves in the forest, there is almost no way to grow this delicate crop in the fields outside, even if it is barely planted, the harvest will be very tragic, and it is better to find the elves to buy it at a good price.

The Church of the God of Light also has several experimental plots to experiment with planting some expensive crops or medicinal herbs, and deep rice is one of them. Looking at the busy people, Phaethon couldn't help but think of what he had seen in the church's testing field.

The situation was similar to what was seen at that time, with the noble priests dressed like farmers, toiling and studying in the fields. They ate and lived with the farmer, trying to figure out how to make those rare things grow, and spent countless hours and energy trying to do so.

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

In order to achieve this effect, they prayed every day in the stream that provided the water source, and over time, even the part of the stream that was responsible for the prayer was sanctified.

Sanctification is the way that the Church of the God of Light has found to increase the yield of deep rice. The sanctified 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, and if you use too much force, the deep rice will mutate and become rice with divine power. That kind of rice contains more nutrients, but this nutrition has a strong divine attribute, except for the clergy of the Church of the God of Light, others who eat it will have indigestion, and if they are evil, they will even vomit and diarrhea.

And...... If you want sacred rice, you don't need to go to such trouble at all, just find an ordinary rice field and let the high-ranking priest hold a blessing ceremony inside.

So in general, the Church of Light's experiment to cultivate deep rice was a failure.

That was almost 400 years ago.

Now seeing the experimental field of cultivating deep rice presided over by Locke, Phaethon remembered the past and couldn't help but be a little distracted.

After a few moments, he came to his senses under the students' questioning.

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

Phaethon shook his head: "It's hard. We tried to cultivate it back then, and it wasn't hard to grow, but it was very low—only the elves could build and maintain farmland that would ensure its yield, even if other races were druids. ”

The students nodded their heads, and their opinions were similar to those of the teachers.

At this time, another student said, "I really can't imagine that this dangerous 'Demon King of the North' would work in the fields like a farmer." If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that the person who was dirty and had no appearance at all was the terrifying demon king of Megatron Tara Khan!"

"Rumors may not be credible. "That's why we clergy need to see with our own eyes and hear with our ears." Because we are the ones who hold the sword, our sword must be made sure that it is correct before it can be wielded. ”

The students nodded their heads. Another student said, "Teacher, the Demon King of the Northern Realm has asked us to meet on a nearby mountain tonight, will he set up an ambush to deal with us?"

"Maybe. "Although he seems to get along well with the peasants, the peasants do not threaten him—as is the case with many people in the world, who are amiable to those who are not threatened, but when they are threatened by others, they immediately become vicious and vicious." ”

The students were silent for a moment, and the student just whispered, "So...... If he didn't have any conflicts with others, he wouldn't have been threatened, but our arrival made him threatened...... Should we fight him?"

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

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

A young student asked, "I see that those farmers seem to be very relaxed in front of the Demon King of the North, and their lives seem to be very good. If we defeat the Northern Demon Kings, they will be ruled by the lord again, and will they be able to live so easily then?"

Faethon sighed deeply: "How to choose between immediate interests and long-term interests is enough to make the sage worry about losing his hair. We are clergymen, not sages, and we don't have the ability to think too far. So what we have to do is to determine if the other party is evil, if it is a threat to the human world - if so, even if it will bring those farmers back to the unpleasant life of the past, we must fight!"

"Why does evil make people happy and happy?"

"Because evil is often able to obtain abundant resources from elsewhere. "When I was a teenager, I lived in the Golden Desert, and there were many oases in the desert, and some of them were easy and fast, they had plenty of food and water, and rare goods from all over the country. ”

He paused and said, "But such oases are actually the lair of evil forces. They relied on smuggling, extortion, robbery and other means to obtain a large amount of wealth, and then shared the wealth with their clansmen and lived a happy life...... Do you think we should destroy their happiness?"

The students only thought for a moment before they replied, "Yes!"

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

The students nodded their heads and fell into deep thought.

As the clock ticked by, and it was getting late, Phaethon took his students to eat some dry food and set out for the mountain that had been telegraphed by magic in the early hours of this morning.

He was not afraid of an ambush, on the contrary, if the Northern Demon King really made an ambush on the mountain, his heart would be much easier.

Clergy are not afraid of fighting, and "choosing" is actually more difficult than fighting - the vast majority of clergy are similar to pandas, they may not be brainless, but they prefer to solve problems with their fists rather than with their brains.

The strength of this group of priests was extraordinary, and the steep cliffs could not stop them in the slightest, and when the moon had just risen, they had already reached the top.

On the top of the mountain, there were tables and stools, and an orc with a black and white face, a handsome young man with wolf-like eyes, and an old man with a white beard with a distinctive elven trait, were sitting there, waiting for their arrival.

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

In the chat channel, Jian Thirteen asked, "What if this really starts?"

"Cold salad. Sanyu said.

"What do you mean by cold salad?"

"It's just fighting. Panda said lightly, "Don't worry, if he wants to fight, we can accompany him to fight." ”

"Do you win the fight?" Jian Thirteen asked.

"I don't think I can win. Phaethon is famous, in the battle of life and death, he once dealt with three necromantic kings alone. Sanyu said, "Although he was killed in the end......"

"We don't need to beat him, we just have to show our attitude. "Phaethon is not an unreasonable man, and if he is really sure that he is going to fight, he will most likely retreat temporarily, send his students away, and come alone—from the time he brought them here, I don't think he came to fight us." ”

"I hope you're right......" Sword Thirteen sighed secretly, regretting why he had come over to help Locke up the scene.

He didn't mind hanging up, but it was always a hassle to have a grudge against Fae and this legendary powerhouse.

Except for his sister's needs, Kenjusan 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 a light diet, and occasionally go out to meet with friends......

Now, he's pretty much living that way. He served as an elder of the barbarian tribe in the northern forest, and in addition to mediating some disputes and teaching children to practice martial arts, he usually lived as a plant. Only when his sister Xingzhao needs to engage in scientific research, will he regain some vitality and go over to help.

Xingzhao's goal is to build an artificial satellite and fly into the universe of this world, a goal that is difficult to achieve, and until now, she has not even succeeded in her first plan - to build a high-altitude balloon.

Just as Jian Thirteen muttered in his heart, "It's so troublesome", the originally clear night sky suddenly dimmed, and a dark cloud flew over at an alarming speed, and after a while, it arrived in front of him and landed on the top of the mountain.

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

The "Demon King of the North" Locke is here.

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

Phaethon took a step forward and looked at him.

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

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

"I am the leader of the peasants. Locke said, "A lot of people call me 'Lord of the North.'" ”

That's all they said.

After a few more moments, Phaethon 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. ”

"Yes, but he's also a very good guy. Phaethon said.

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

"I hope not. "If he becomes our enemy, we will be in great trouble...... He's going to be big enough to influence the whole world, and I don't want my name to be in the history books as a villain!"