Above The Sky

"Real smart people don't make deals with you."

After the shaman finished speaking, Ian, who felt that the time was almost delayed, shook his head. He just clenched the pitchfork in his hand: "Fools will be slaves under your control."

"madness."

The shaman didn't have any anger at this, he shook his head, thinking that Ian might not be so smart: "Your uncle sold you to me long ago, thirty thalers of silver, you are my slaves, my property. "

In this regard, Ian, who sensed a slight sound behind him, knew that Hilliard had started to act, and commented briefly: "Stupid."

The shaman snorted, no matter how bad his imperial language was, he could understand the swearing, but before the shaman could speak, he called his guard to come and catch the kid.

He smelled a strange smell, sniffed instinctively, and his complexion suddenly changed.

"Blood?!"

The shaman looked around, his voice filled with fear: "Where did the blood come from?"

And just when the shaman was surprised, Ian raised the pitchfork and poked the brazier stacked not far away.

When the charcoal covered under the ash meets the air, it immediately emits a red glow, and sparks fly away.

Boom, the long table soaked in algae oil, along with the flammable sackcloth and clothes stacked aside, were immediately ignited. The blazing fire instantly illuminated the hall and illuminated the shocked face of the shaman and the expressionless face of Ian.

——The wood in the old house was already dry, and he deliberately spread all the algae oil in the house in key places.

This is what Ian originally intended to use to burn Orsenna in a desperate situation, but his uncle was too useless to use it.

Now, it is cheaper for the indigenous shaman in front of him.

The rotten firewood and grass velvet that had been prepared for a long time scorched the old house, and the terrifying heat wave and bright light stunned the shaman's eyes in an instant.

Sequoias are good at nocturnal action, and can see clearly even on dark nights without moonlight, but in contrast, they cannot see bright sunlight and excessive flames.

"Mad, you must go!"

There was only this thought in his mind, his eyes were shaken and he couldn't see the front. The shaman clenched the cane in his hand and waved forward randomly to drive away possible attacks.

——Who would have thought that someone would have been ready to burn their family down?

In this situation, no matter what Ian's final result is, the burning Ian's house will attract the attention of the surrounding residents. If they don't leave now, they really won't be able to leave!

The shaman couldn't see the situation in the room. Ian shouldn't see, but he didn't need to see - the boy closed his eyes tightly at the moment, but he didn't need to care about the thin layer of eyelids, he could just directly Through those firelights, I could see the direction of the thick white mist.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ian took a step forward and used the force-generating technique that Hilliard had taught him to dig a hole before.

Bang! A dull collision sounded, and even if the shaman was dazzled by the fire for a while, the shaman would not be able to stop the direct stab, and the stick was stuck at the fork of the pitchfork, blocking the blow.

But he still couldn't help being surprised: "How could it be? This is not the power that ordinary children should have!"

No time to think about it, the shaman wanted to step back to release the force, but the sole of his right foot suddenly hurt - the injury he stepped on Ian's trap before made him unable to stand still, and the cane that had been holding the pitchfork slanted away and landed on the ground. aside, but also took the pitchfork.

"Want to fight melee?"

At this moment, although the shaman was alert, he was not really panicking. After all, he was still an adult, how could he be unable to beat an eight-year-old child? It's not a raid without a weapon, if you're prepared...

Snapped.

A bag of sleeping powder hit the shaman in the face.

The elegant fragrance diffuses in the high temperature of the flame, becoming mellow and long.

To tell the truth, the lime is really invincible in the world, and if the lime is poisonous, it is even more unparalleled.

After that, the shaman really wanted to continue to resist. After undergoing shamanic training, his resistance to sleeping powder was by no means comparable to a commoner of the white people like Orsenna. Completely unaffected by firelight, it does not affect any movement in the slightest.

After throwing the sleeping powder, Ian flew directly and knocked the shaman to the ground.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed his neck firmly.

"Um... how... possible?!"

Sleeping powder, high temperature and lack of oxygen, the young shaman's eyes bulged and his face flushed.

In the blazing fire, he could only see Ian's eyes that finally opened, with a light blue halo.

The luster like light-colored water mist swayed and swayed around the boy's pupils.

—Yes, psionics? !

Consciousness faded away, struggling frantically, trying to beat, grab, shake Ian's arm with all his might, but no matter how hard he swung it, Ian always endured it in silence, only the strength in his hand was getting bigger and bigger, as the pain of all this. Give back.

"But it's a sacrifice that has been bought for a long time..."

Before completely losing consciousness, Feather Ring Shaman hated, roared out the last words in jealousy and fear, as if spitting out all the air in his lung cavity.

soon.

Like his partner Orsenna, the hapless shaman fell into an eternal sleep from which he could never wake up.

"call……"

And Ian let go, the flames were about to burn to his feet, the fiery flames were licking the corners of his clothes, and sparks flew, burning more holes in the trouser legs that already had many tears.

Ian stared at the third person he killed today, he let out a tired sigh, shook his head, and said to himself calmly: "You are just a sacrifice to the tribe and totem."

"It's sad and ridiculous that the sacrifice wants to offer sacrifice."

Then, he turned sideways, and picked up Ailan, whose mist suddenly turned white and no longer bright red.

Ian strode towards the door corridor where the flames hadn't spread. He opened the door and saw Hilliard waiting at the door.

The old knight nodded with a smile, as if praising his student's performance.

And Ian also smiled back and looked back in the wind of the flames burning.

Beneath the starless night sky, the crimson light seemed to be a spark on this bleak continent.

He stared at the blazing fire behind him, and subconsciously hugged Alan, who was still sleeping in his arms. The boy could already hear the exclamations of the neighbors.

He turned sideways and looked in Hilliard's direction.

The face and hair color of the other party had already changed to Orsenna's.

Ian laughed too.

"ended."

"It's also a new beginning," he said.

- Everything that was old was burned to the ground.

So, the boy took a step toward Hilliard, the moonlit street.

- It's time for a new life.