Above The Sky
Chapter 862 - 862 56 You Have an Intelligence Network I Have Prophet Psychic!

862: Chapter 56: You Have an Intelligence Network, I Have Prophet Psychic!

(6600)_2 862: Chapter 56: You Have an Intelligence Network, I Have Prophet Psychic!

(6600)_2 This is also why Gama believed that Ian was certain to achieve great things—the ability to still provide ample food supplies for his territory under such conditions, and not like some foolish lords and officials, trying to make a quick fortune from the famine, he sold all the grain at fair prices.

Being able to accomplish this sufficiently proves Ian’s competence, as well as his restraint over desires.

Some money cannot be made; to make it is to cut off one’s own descendants.

It sounds simple, yet many fail to understand this, which is the reason for everyone’s disdain towards the greed of merchants.

Furthermore, the new lord also renovated nearly the entire city’s roads and extended the new roads to Gold Leaf Town.

The city hall’s slogan is “To get rich, build the roads first,” and this saying is not the slightest bit false.

Originally, the Xiawei Territory was indeed wealthy, but only in the alchemy industry, and being wealthy did not mean one could buy good things—many desired to purchase comfortable furniture, which had to be transported from Nauman City.

In the final analysis, it was all due to inconvenient transport.

The lands surrounding the Agate Stone Plains were mostly like this, the nobles caught between Nauman City and the Mountain People lived their lives like petty emperors, unwilling and even fearful of establishing connections with the more advanced Empire.

And it was not just them—weren’t Harrison Port and the Boya Domain the same?

Most of the Naling Nobility were marginalized individuals of The Empire, exiled here for various reasons.

But Ian was different.

He didn’t care about the slight authority he held over his own territory.

What he wanted was to become part of the grand stage of The Empire.

Although Gama detested his own status as a spy, it was precisely because he was forced to navigate between Fiery Flame Land and The Empire that he could clearly understand the current situation in South Ridge.

The arrival of Ian, as well as the union with the Abode Tribe, was a signal…

led by Marquis Barton, the Naling Nobility would take the opportunity of the standoff with Fiery Flame Land to unite all the nobles and Mountain People of South Ridge.

The Rebel Highlanders did indeed cause significant trouble, but they also exposed all the unstable elements.

Sometimes, only when they openly rebel can many things be handled.

“Little Dahl, it’s time for dinner!”

When hands are busy and thoughts drift, only after dinner was prepared did Gama pull his thoughts back, shouting to the inside of the house: “Your favorite sweet porridge, along with smoked meat pancakes.”

“Alright, Grandpa!” With the spirited voice of a child accompanied by the pattering of little feet, a boy with bright orange hair quickly appeared behind Gama, eyes shining as he looked at the cauldron of porridge: “Wow, smells great!”

“Didn’t go out to play today?” Gama noticed that his grandson’s clothes were very clean and was somewhat surprised.

Little Dahl hummed a confirmation and replied: “They’re working on some ‘underground pipeline’ outside today…

Lots of people are digging and excavating on the open ground, so we went to play at Pako’s Home.”

“Then next time you must go give your thanks.

You kids, who knows how messy you left someone else’s house.” Gama shook his head slightly.

The underground pipeline was one of the urban infrastructure projects that the new lord planned to complete—he intended to construct the sewage system of Xiahui City and connect it all the way along Ailei River.

It was a massive project.

Xiahui City wasn’t a metropolis that needed such a sewage system, but seeing the young lord’s determination, he clearly meant business.

Placing the fruit porridge and meat pancakes on the table, Gama intended to go upstairs to check on his son who was likely to be passed out drunk, a good-for-nothing, better off dead.

Sometimes, Gama truly loathed how he came to have such a worthless offspring, but what could be done?

Children cannot choose their parents, and parents cannot choose their children.

And at that moment, at the edge of the distant street, a sound that made Gama’s body tremble was heard.

It was the buzzing of electromagnetism, and the sound of heavy steel trampling the streets.

Startled, Gama left behind his grandson with a puzzled look and quickly went to the window.

The pudgy-faced man cautiously pulled open the curtain.

He saw several Magnetic Storm Armor suits slowly progressing at the street corner, followed closely by a Guard Squad.

Magnetic Storm Armor was the latest weaponry brought by the lord, equipment that allowed ordinary people to contend with Sublimators for a short duration.

Even though they were slow compared to real Sublimators, their destructive power was undeniable.

By now, it had become representative of the core armed forces of the Lord’s Mansion.

Its deployment…

most definitely signified that something significant was about to happen.

Now in winter, the chill of the streets contrasted with the warmth of the lights in each household’s windows, but at this moment, Gama’s heart was as cold as the waters of Dazzling Lake.

Gama felt uneasy.

How could he not be uneasy?

He was a bona fide spy, an important person within Fiery Flame Land’s supply chain in The Empire, and now the Lord’s Mansion’s guards with their Magnetic Storm Armor arrived to patrol the streets…

They knocked on each door, inquiring, and then took one or two people away…

Isn’t this the procedure for screening out espionage scouts?!

Gama held his breath; he watched the Guard Squad knock on one door after another, then enter under the puzzled gazes of the homeowners, asking questions…

The lucky ones were merely questioned, while the unlucky were held at sword-point and dragged out in a dismal state.

Wailing, screams, weeping, and pleas…

all could only issue that initial brief urgency and were then cut off by dull thuds.