My queen is rebelling!

Seeing Cohen emerge unscathed from the "Curse Witch's" wizard tower, the members of "Endless Blade" breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Plank also received a message from the Witch, his rugged face showing surprise as he looked at Cohen:

"You're going to 'Cultivator City-State'?"

Cohen was slightly surprised and said:

"I thought you were going to ask how to cure your hidden ailment?"

Plank said:

"A bunch of peasants circling their own land, what are you going there for?"

Cohen replied gently:

"Mr. Navigator, I must point out an obvious fact—without the hard work of these peasants, the rations you eat every day would not be adequately guaranteed."

Plank sneered:

"The rulers of the 'Cultivator City-State' don't personally work in the fields.

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

Even if you are a distinguished guest of the Witch, they will at most maintain superficial politeness towards you.

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 but laugh:

"If anyone ever says that the Navigator under the Sequence Master is just a brute who only knows how to fight, I will definitely refute him properly.

Mr. Plank, if you want me to work for you, you don't have to be so subtle!"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Plank's face, but his tone was very sincere:

"Your Excellency misunderstands, it's not about working for me.

It's cooperation, or rather, joining forces.

My 'Azure City-State' is an advanced city-state, with three 'satellite cities' that are just low-level city-states.

You can choose one as your base.

There is no subordinate relationship between us, and we are both responsible to the Witch, how about it?"

Cohen scrutinized Plank in surprise, this man was indeed very ambitious and resourceful, and he quickly realized his value.

He was even willing to use a complete "Order City-State" as a bargaining chip to win him over.

No wonder he could become one of the three most trusted aides under the Sequence Master.

Unfortunately, no matter how good an "Order City-State" is, it is not as valuable as a complete, sovereign "Order Oasis"!

Why did Cohen choose the "Cultivator City-State" as his foothold?

In addition to the rich food resources of the "Cultivator City-State" itself.

More importantly, deep beneath the vast "Wasteland" north of the "Cultivator City-State" lies an "Order Fire Seed" sufficient to create an "Order Oasis"!

According to the current timeline, the fire seed will spontaneously ignite in three years.

Subsequently, starting from the "Cultivator City-State," it will completely burn the entire northern "Wasteland," and the sixth "Order Oasis" will appear in the "Lost Land"—the Continent of Cultivators.

Of course, with Cohen's arrival, it won't take three years.

Once he fully controls the "Cultivator City-State," he will take the initiative to ignite the fire seed deep underground.

The oasis will no longer be called "Continent of Cultivators" at that time, Cohen plans to name it "Endless Continent" or "Shadow Continent" or something!

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

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

Cohen must be fully prepared.

In his estimation, with ten thousand "Elite-level" troops, plus a few powerful Gold-tiers, and the Sequence Master of the Continent of Mysteries as an ally.

It would be entirely possible to defend the new oasis.

Therefore, Cohen could only reject Navigator Plank's generous conditions:

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Plank.

I am deeply moved by your generosity, but I have my own plans, so I cannot go to the 'Azure City-State' with you.

But don't worry, I will do my best to help you solve the trouble you're having."

An undisguised look of regret appeared on Plank's face, and he sighed:

"Alright then, thank you, sir.

Cohen naturally wouldn't refuse, and said:

"Actually, the problem you're having is very easy to solve, and those physicians were not wrong.

You did have a problem when you took the 'Vision III' potion, but more accurately, it was the 'Vision III' potion formula that had a problem."

Plank listened intently and asked:

"One Beholder's eyeball, 500 grams of sea salt, three liters of seawater from the Sea of Miracles, plus three albatross feathers.

Didn't you approve of this formula before, sir?"

Cohen explained:

"The formula is correct, but the ingredients in the formula are the problem. I remember you said before that the Beholder you used was peak Silver-tier?"

Plank nodded:

"That's right."

Cohen continued:

"The 'Lost Land' is not a place where Beholders can survive. Your Silver-tier Beholder must have been obtained from elsewhere. Where did you get it from?"

Plank's eyes narrowed slightly, and after hesitating for a long time, he said:

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

Cohen then asked:

"Did you see the complete Beholder corpse?"

Plank shook his head.

Cohen smiled faintly:

"Tell me, how big was the eyeball of that Beholder?"

Plank made a gesture and said:

"About the size of a watermelon."

Cohen nodded:

"The problem lies here. A Silver-tier Beholder's eyeball would not be as big as a watermelon."

Astonishment gathered in Plank's eyes, and he said:

"But I felt the aura of the eyeball, and it was indeed Silver-tier."

Cohen chuckled:

"It was Silver-tier, that's right, but it wasn't a Beholder, but a higher-level 'Death Tyrant'!"

Plank suddenly froze, his expression becoming much gloomier.

Cohen's voice was unhurried:

"Beholders and 'Death Tyrants' have many similarities, and it's understandable for ordinary people to confuse them.

However, since it was a friend chosen by you, and it was related to the potion for advancing to the Gold-tier, then the person you commissioned must be very knowledgeable.

Then it's impossible for him to make such a low-level mistake."

Plank's voice carried a hint of imperceptible coldness:

"So, he did it on purpose?"

Cohen did not explicitly state his position, but simply said:

"I can't judge whether it was intentional or not, and I have no intention of provoking the relationship between you and your friend.

I'm telling you now how to solve the hidden ailment you're having—follow the sequence of potions you took from Stormborn to Navigator, and take them in reverse order.

You can eliminate the harm caused by 'Vision III'."

Plank's eyes widened greatly, and he said:

"Take them in reverse order? And using the previous potions? This theory is too bizarre, I've never heard of it!"

Cohen nodded calmly:

"As long as you do as I say, you will see results soon.

Just because you've never heard of it doesn't mean that this theory doesn't exist."

Plank nodded dubiously:

"Okay, if it really works, then you will gain my friendship and promise!"

… …

The Navigator's floating behemoth set sail again, this time heading to the "Cultivator City-State" located in the far north of the Continent of Mysteries.

Inside the cabin, after informing everyone about his next course of action and his cooperation with the Cursed Witch, Cohen leisurely lay on Nfertis's lap, closing his eyes in contemplation.

He was perfecting his plan to conquer the 'Tillers' City-State' in his mind.

The Winged Elf, Windsor, pondered for a moment and asked with some confusion:

"Why do we have to go to such a remote place?

I heard that big oaf say that the 'Tillers' City-State' is not a good place.

I heard that it's full of farmers who only know how to till the land and a bunch of unscrupulous landlords. What valuable resources are there?"

Cohen opened his eyes and said:

"Isn't grain the most important strategic resource?

I brought so many soldiers, I need to find a place to feed them, right?"

Windsor lightly raised an eyebrow and said:

"It's definitely not just that reason. Is it because of me being here that you're unwilling to be honest with me?"

Cohen sighed and said:

"Miss Windrunner is overthinking it. I'm just thinking about our plan of action after we enter the 'Tillers' City-State'.

Since you took the initiative to ask, I might as well tell everyone about the general situation of the 'Tillers' City-State' and our initial plans after we arrive."

Cohen got up and signaled Windsor to set up a shielding spell formation.

This was easy for the Winged Elf Royal Family, even if Planck personally eavesdropped, it would be in vain.

After setting up the spell formation, Cohen began to narrate.

The 'Tillers' City-State', as the name suggests, is a city-state where a group of transcendents who have chosen the [God of Agriculture] sequence gather.

God of Agriculture Sequence: Bronze Rank [Tiller], Silver Rank [Agricultural Scientist], Gold Rank [Landlord], Legendary Rank [Son of Harvest], Saint Rank [Earth Walker], and finally the Supreme [God of Agriculture].

The ruler of the 'Tillers' City-State' is a seventh-tier peak [Landlord], Ivan Petrov.

The force under his command is called the 'Cultivation Society'. The society has gathered more than half of the transcendents in the entire city-state, among whom the most capable are five [Agricultural Scientists]. Each of these five people controls several kinds of excellent crop seeds.

They and Ivan together rule the entire 'Tillers' Federation'.

In addition, there is also a strong opposition force in the city-state, called the 'Farmers' Association', whose participants are mostly ordinary farmers who have failed to advance to transcendence and some Bronze Rank [Tillers].

Asuna asked:

"Since everyone is a transcendent of the [God of Agriculture] sequence, why are they divided into two different forces?"

Cohen smiled faintly and said:

"Don't worry, you'll know why some people are resisting the rule of the 'Cultivation Society' after you hear what I say next."

Cohen paused, his voice becoming much more eerie:

"Actually, in terms of strength, even the seventh-tier [Landlord] of the 'Cultivation Society' is not necessarily that powerful.

The main reason why the 'Tillers' City-State' can stand firmly in the Mysterious Continent is the indispensable resource of the entire 'Lost Land' brought about by its own professional advantages—food.

In addition to cultivating food on the 'Solidified Land of Order', they can also cultivate some short-term harvestable food on the 'Wasteland'.

Therefore, many forces tacitly allow the strongest person in an 'Order City-State' to be only a seventh-tier transcendent.

As long as they can provide a steady stream of food for the 'Lost Land'.

This leads to a problem.

The 'Tillers' City-State' does not need too many high-level transcendents, they only need [Tillers] and farmers below the Bronze Rank."

Nfertis frowned and asked:

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

Cohen said with a smile:

"Theoretically, that's the case, but a Bronze Rank [Tiller] may honestly cultivate the land and grow food, but what about a Silver Rank [Agricultural Scientist]?

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

Cohen slowly pointed out a shocking fact:

"If everyone goes to do research, who will farm the land?"

Asuna couldn't help but say:

"How is it possible for everyone to advance to Silver Rank? What's more, they are sequence holders who have advanced by taking magic potions!"

Cohen nodded and said:

"Yes, even if everyone wants to advance from [Tiller] to [Agricultural Scientist], there is a success rate for taking magic potions that blocks them.

It is impossible for the above situation to occur.

However, no matter how small the probability is, there will always be someone who succeeds.

Then tell me, do you want a stranger or your own relatives and friends to successfully advance from [Tiller] to [Agricultural Scientist]?"

Seeing everyone fall into contemplation, Cohen continued:

"Therefore, at the beginning of its establishment, the 'Cultivation Society' artificially sealed off all advancement methods above [Tiller].

However, every five years, the society will also select a group of outstanding farmers or [Tillers] and give them the magic potion combinations and recipes to advance to the next level.

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

Even if they succeed by chance, they will become the most loyal lackeys in the society!"

Cohen's words made everyone feel a chill.

While blocking the upward channel, they left a seemingly feasible path. What kind of despair should people living in the 'Tillers' City-State' have?

No wonder there is a resistance organization called the 'Farmers' Association'.

Freya clenched her fists tightly and said excitedly:

"Isn't there anyone to take care of it?

Didn't Mister say that 'Paradise of Life' is full of sequence holders who have nowhere to go?

In that case, shouldn't everyone unite closely and help each other?

Also, didn't Mister say that the Witch sister is a very good person and is very considerate of everyone.

Does she know about this, why doesn't she take care of it?"

Cohen looked at the excited Freya, gently rubbed her hair, and said slowly:

"Because from the overall situation, the rules of the 'Tillers' City-State' are very beneficial to the entire Mysterious Continent.

What those in power are happy to see is more [Tillers] serving them, rather than more and more [Agricultural Scientists] and [Landlords] encroaching on the already limited resources of the 'Lost Land'.

Sacrificing the interests of a small group of people can obtain a stable and abundant supply of food.

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

Even, they will help [Landlord] Ivan Petrov to quell external forces that want to interfere with them.

Also, don't forget, this is not human society, but the 'Lost Land'!

Compassion and kindness are originally luxuries."

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

The cabin fell into an eerie silence.

Windsor asked:

"So you said so much, are we going to join the Society or the Farmers' Association?"

Cohen found that after Windsor asked, several beauties, big and small, turned their attention over.

Cohen's eyes flickered slightly, without directly answering, he instead asked:

"What about you, what do you want me to choose?"