"No power, it's not a supernatural object." Sylvia carefully observed the statue of the mutated guardian spirit, then carefully surveyed the situation of the statue with her method, and then concluded.

Leo also sensed the situation of the statue and concluded that he came to the same conclusion as Sylvia. He was careful and tried to open the spiritual vision and stimulate the power of the real eye. When his spiritual vision was injected into the power of the real eye, the scene he saw was completely different from the situation he felt.

"It's not that there is no power, but that the power is not in it," Leo looked at the scene before him, and told Sylvia what he saw: "It's in them."

Perhaps he was worried that Sylvia would not understand what he meant, so he grabbed Sylvia's hand, and then used his psychic skills to directly project a illusion on Sylvia's retina, and everything the illusion showed was everything he saw.

I saw that although the statue of the mutated guardian spirit in front of them was just an ordinary stone statue, an unknown force that could not be perceived by ordinary perception methods was attached to the statue. The power of this position was very weak, so weak that it was almost the same as the extraordinary force required to create a flame. Anyone who mastered the extraordinary power, even if that person had just obtained the extraordinary power, the power they had was stronger than the unknown power in the statue.

However, such an unknown force that is so weak that it will dissipate at any time is the core of a great network of extraordinary powers. This large network covers the entire city. Most of the people from the Turfur tribes, whether they are warriors, hunters, or farmers in the city, are part of the large network, and have more or less such unknown power. The powerful extraordinary people who are close to the third-level psychics form branch cores like the large network nodes.

Although the unknown powers that each of these people possess are not very powerful, and most of them can even be called weak, if these forces gather together, the strength of this unknown power is probably comparable to that of the fifth-level psychic, which is one level lower than the witch power that Sylvia has.

Such extraordinary existences of strength can definitely be considered one of the top ones even in an unfathomable environment like the wasteland. With such power, as long as they do not encounter a large-scale tide of mutant monsters like Odorene City, there will generally be no safety problems.

Moreover, there is not only one such existence. Judging from the situation, it seems that every gathering place and town established by the Turquoise tribe has a similar existence. Such powerful strength is not difficult even if they want to occupy a place in the Wasteland and the Holy Mountains in the South.

However, nothing can be perfect and flawless, and the city's mutation guardian spirit is no exception at the moment.

"What a pity! If it could move, there would probably be few forces in the entire wasteland that could defeat the Turquoise Tribe." Sylvia easily saw the biggest flaw of this mutated guardian spirit, and then continued: "Its power relies on the people of the Turquoise Tribe in the city, and it is somewhat similar to the power of faith. As long as the people of the Turquoise Tribe suffer too much or no longer believe in it, its power will definitely drop significantly. In addition, its weakness is too obvious. Such a large statue is placed in the center of the city, and I am afraid that others will not know it. As long as a few characteristic artillery cannons are set up outside the city, one round of cannons will destroy the statue, and the extraordinary power of the entire city will disappear."

When Sylvia said this, she did not deliberately lower her voice. She also used a tribal language that was common in the wasteland. Everyone around the square could understand her words, so that everyone stopped and stared at Sylvia with an unkind look on her face.

In someone else's chassis, saying how to destroy them, anyone will respond the same way when they hear this, and how could Sylvia not know that she just hopes to have such a reaction.

So soon a formally dressed sheriff came out of a corner of the square, quickly walked to the two of them, and said without hesitation: "You are not welcome here, please leave immediately, otherwise..."

"I want to meet your city lord, or the leader of the tribe in this gathering place." Sylvia ignored the other party's threat and said calmly.

The sheriff instinctively wanted to refuse Sylvia's request, but he swallowed it when he said that Sylvia and Leo were not simple, because they were very clean, so clean that they seemed to be playing in the garden. On the other hand, even those who came here from the water were dusty, the contrast was at least slightly more careful.

The sheriff was obviously not a brainless person. After he noticed the abnormality in Sylvia and Leo, he did not insist on driving them away. Instead, he signaled to the two of them, and then took them to the reception room on the street on the side of the square, letting them sit here, and then hurriedly left, as if they were looking for someone who could make a decision.

"What are you going to do?" After the sheriff left, Leo ignored the people from the other turquoise tribes in the reception room and asked directly in flange.

Sylvia smiled and said, "It's very simple, just tell them the truth."

"Fact?" Leo hesitated for a moment.

Sylvia explained: "It's someone who deliberately provoked a dispute between the Turquoise Tribe and the Silver Moon Tribe."

Leo also realized Sylvia's thoughts and said, "Do you want to follow the hands of the Turquoise Tribe and the Silver Moon Tribe to find out who is controlling these things behind the scenes?"

Sylvia nodded and said, "We can't stay here for a long time. We don't have so much time to check these things. It's better to leave them to the local forces to check them. We just need to wait for the results."

Leo naturally would not object to Sylvia's proposal. Although he believed that even if the Turquoise Tribe and the Silver Moon Tribe believed Sylvia's statement and gave up the aroused hatred, he might not be able to find anything useful, but in the current situation, this method is very suitable.

Even if the two tribes found nothing, it doesn't matter. As long as the matter at hand is settled, he and Sylvia will concentrate on investigating the matter. After all, this matter involves both the blood wizard Lawrence and the life and death of Rupert Fitz.

The two did not wait too long, and soon the sheriff led a middle-aged man from outside. The middle-aged man was dressed a little like an official of the Kingdom of Celica, and even a ribbon representing honor. Apart from his appearance, there was no connection with the indigenous people of the Wasteland Tribe in any part of his body.

The middle-aged man was very satisfied with his dress, but the people from other tribes around him seemed a little disgusted. Some even stood up and left the room after the middle-aged man arrived, as if there was something strange about the middle-aged man, and he would be infected after staying with him for a long time.

The middle-aged man obviously had become accustomed to the attitudes of the people around him, and he had a deep sense of confusion, and there was no expression of displeasure on his face.

After he entered the door, his eyes were just habitually scanning Leo and Sylvia, and using his experience to distinguish the origins of the two. However, when he saw Sylvia's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned. This was not because Sylvia's beauty made him lose his composure, but because he recognized who Sylvia was.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Ms. Sylvia!" The middle-aged man quickly recovered from his shock and saluted Sylvia very respectfully.

"Do you know me?" Sylvia also looked at the other party, but she was very unfamiliar with this middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man immediately explained: "I studied in Xinbodo area for a while, and in my free time in my studies, I did sales at Dodd Group for a while. You gave a speech in the department where I worked. That speech benefited me a lot, and that speech made me decide to return to the wasteland to start my own career, so now in my mind, Madam, you are like a tutor."

The middle-aged man's words were so affectionate that he could feel the true feelings in his words, but neither Leo nor Sylvia believed a word. However, the two did not expose each other, but looked at each other quietly, waiting for the other's subsequent performance.

However, Leo and Sylvia's unresponsive approach made middle-aged people not know how to continue for a while, which seemed a little embarrassed.

But soon he adjusted, then showed a very standard smile and asked: "Ms., did you come here this time for the acquisition of Baitougen? The Group has always acquired high-quality Baitougen from us. The head of the Group's office in Shengshan also expressed that he wanted to open a fixed acquisition point here. Unexpectedly, the Group attaches so much importance to this matter, let Madam, come here in person..."

"Wait!" After hearing the middle-aged man say a lot, Sylvia immediately interrupted the other party and then said directly: "I came here this time mainly to remind you of the senior leaders of the Turquoise Tribe to be careful of being framed."

"Being framed?" The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this and said in confusion.

"Someone intends to provoke the Silver Moon Tribe and your Turf Tribe." Sylvia told the middle-aged man very seriously what happened in Rage Bear Mountain and some of her discoveries with Leo, but she hid some of the things about Blood Witchcraft and Rupert Fitz.

At first, the middle-aged man didn't care what Sylvia said. Even though Sylvia's identity represented what she said was not a trivial matter, the middle-aged man believed that the ally relationship between the Turquoise Tribe and the Silver Moon Tribe could not be done simply by frame.

But as Sylvia mentioned some characteristics of the Silver Moon Tribe warrior who was responsible for inspecting the scene, coupled with the attitude shown by the other party, the middle-aged man's calm expression began to be stripped away, replaced by seriousness and concern. Until Sylvia finished telling the matter, he did not recover from the news.

"Is your words true?" After returning to his senses, the middle-aged man immediately confirmed to Sylvia again. Because he was a little panicked, he no longer used honorific words to address Sylvia.

"Is it true? You can find out this kind of thing yourself." Sylvia responded plainly, and then said: "The number of whitehead roots that our group needs to use recently has increased a lot, and you are one of our main sources of goods, so I don't want to see that you will interfere with the production of whitehead roots because of other things, which will affect our group."

The middle-aged man suppressed his uneasiness and said, "Please rest assured that no matter what happens, there will be no problem with the supply of your group."

"I hope so, and I hope you will find out the mastermind as soon as possible." Sylvia responded simply, then signaled to Leo, who was standing aside silently. The two hurriedly walked out of the sheriff's reception room and headed towards the dock.

The middle-aged man stayed quietly in the reception room for a while, as if thinking about what to do. Then he quickly walked out of the reception room, then asked the guard about the direction of Leo and Sylvia leaving, followed him and walked quickly towards the Governor's Mansion in the center of the city.

On the other side, Leo and Sylvia soon arrived near the dock and asked the porters at the dock which boat was a passenger ship that could carry passengers.

The docks of Sobans were built in a very regular manner, completely according to the specifications of regular docks. One by one, the docks extending outward are filled with various ships. The warehouses of the docks were also piled up with cargo from all over the place. A large number of porters and merchants traveled back and forth between the warehouses and ships. In terms of prosperity alone, this place is no worse than any inland dock in a civilized world.

However, it was obvious that the Turf tribe only learned how to build a dock and did not learn how to manage a dock. Although the entire dock was busy, it was extremely chaotic. Everyone was shouting loudly, stretching their necks to find their subordinates or buyers of their own goods. The dock manager turned a blind eye to everything in front of him, and just walked back and forth on the dock to stop some disputes.

As for the docking of ships, the docking of passenger ships and cargo ships was docked with each other, and there were even more than a dozen boats parked in a pile. People on the ship needed to pass other ships before they could get ashore.

In short, even Sylvia cannot find a suitable passenger ship in such a chaotic situation, and can only hope that porters working on the dock can provide some useful guidance.
Chapter completed!