Above The Sky

Elder Pude was puzzled by this, but after all, the last time he saw Orsenna was more than half a year ago. It was normal for him to eat better for such a long time.

Not to mention that the large deformed tumor on the opponent's leg has not changed. Although there is an injury on his face, it does look like Orsenna in general.

"It seems that I can't continue to sleep tonight. The indigenous people are getting more and more rampant, and they are still setting fires in the port... Maybe there will be follow-up attacks. I have to go to the city hall."

Pushing the fire on the natives casually, as the elder of the white people, Pude naturally knows how to explain to the officials of the city hall and the local viscount and say what they like to hear.

At this moment, with the gathering of many white people and putting out water, the fire has shrunk a lot, and it is even about to go out.

Only smoldering wooden frames radiate heat inside the rubble of the gradually collapsing house, twisting the air.

Elder Pude, who had determined the situation, had already made a decision. He turned his head and instructed Sai Nan, who was standing beside him, "Sai Nan, take Ian and the others to that house to rest. You know, the one by the pier."

"Yes!" The fisherman accepted without hesitation. The surrounding residents were all praising his bravery and righteousness just now, but it was a small show. The dark fisherman couldn't see his thoughts on the surface, but his heart blossomed with joy.

After speaking, the old man turned his head to look at Ian, his eyes thoughtful.

——This child is not crying loudly now, and he can retell the story smoothly, which is very different from ordinary children.

Although he looks a little timid, he is really brave inside.

Coupled with the really likable looks, with big watery eyes that seem to be able to speak, Elder Pude couldn't help but sighed that if they were still in the imperial capital, this child would definitely attract the favor of many noble girls when they grow up.

pity……

"Good boy, go to sleep. Orsenna needs to be healed, you and your brother have a good rest."

Shaking his head to stop his thoughts, the old man said to Ian as softly as possible, "Don't be afraid, it was my uncle before, but now it is the clansmen who will protect you."

The boy looked up and looked at Elder Pude seriously.

"I believe the elder." He said so, with a sincere tone that made the old man stroke his beard with satisfaction, and laughed: "Go and rest, it's time to grow up!"

Next, Ian followed Sai Nan to a hut by the pier.

Compared with the east of the port where Ian lived, the streets near the pier are not so dilapidated. The breakwaters along the coast are special elf sea trees, with thick short trunks and black-brown reef-like roots and gray-white stones. Entanglement, resist the scouring of the blue waves.

It was late at night, and most of the residents who were awakened by the fire had returned to their houses to continue resting. The street was silent and deserted. Ian followed Sai Nan through the stairs and streets, and arrived at a hut on the shore.

"This house was originally owned by the Mortara family, but it was destroyed in the storm eight years ago. The family was gone. After the repair, no one lived there. Now it is just in use."

The dark-skinned fisherman touched Ian's head: "This is the inside of the port, don't worry, no matter how powerful those natives are, they can't get here."

"Thank you, Uncle Sai Nan!" And Ian seemed to finally be relieved. He looked at the small house by the sea and couldn't help muttering: "Finally..."

After a busy day, after killing three people and picking up a teacher, Ian can finally rest well.

Say goodbye to Sai Nan, put his brother in place, and make a blanket for him.

Ian opened his vision of precognition for the last time today.

The steady white breath revolves like a cloud in the sky. Although there is still a faint trace of blood lingering, who is truly safe and can feel at ease living in this world?

Because of Ian's manipulation, Elan opened his eyes and woke up. His purple eyes looked at his brother blankly. He was very well-behaved and didn't cry, but Ian actually wanted the other party to cry.

"Brother sleeps with you today."

Closing the vision of vision, the crystal clear water-colored eyes dimmed.

With Alan secured with the mat, Ian, as he always remembered, began to tell some outlandish stories.

When his memory has not yet recovered, he is still a child Ian, taking care of his younger brother, he always tells some bizarre stories to put him to sleep.

At that time, Ian would tell about the various fragments that appeared in his dreams, such as the towering steel building reaching into the sky, higher than the mountain on the edge of the port; the magical magic network connected everyone, and people on one side of the earth could know the other side. Or the huge iron ship spewing flames in a void, starting from a huge water-filled sphere, heading for a vast and bright starry sky.

Starry sky... starry sky.

Even if it's just telling a story, Ian can't help but be in a daze for a while at the moment.

Looking out the window, the starless night sky of Harrison Harbor, he raised his head and stared, as if the iron ship in his dreams and stories had turned into reality, heading for the boundless sea of ​​stars.

——That is the fragment of memory, the obsession that runs through the two worlds.

And Ian stared at the starry sky, even just staring blankly, for a long time.

"The first night was not too bad."

After a long time, Ailan fell asleep, and the boy lowered his head. He looked at the surging sea water outside the window and whispered to himself: "If it was a hell start before, now it's not bad."

After coming to another world, the first existential crisis about life has been resolved... but the threat of the natives is still there, and his life is still not guaranteed.

Unless, he can gain power. Greater power, the power that can guarantee one's own survival and peace of mind.

But that's for tomorrow.

Lie down and close your eyes.

In the sound of the tide, he fell asleep.

A night without dreams.

When I woke up the next day, it was noon.

The midday sun was streaming through the window curtains, making Ian's white hair glisten.

"Hmm~"

He opened his eyes and got up slowly. Ian stretched like a cat. From the neckline and the damaged clothes, the bruises on the boy's waist and chest have disappeared, even the heaviest ones. For example, the wound on his head is now only a few faint red marks.

After waking up, Ian felt refreshed, and even the dizziness caused by using too much psionic energy yesterday completely dissipated: "It seems that the wound has healed. Has the self-healing ability improved so much?"

But after the buzzing in his stomach, he touched his stomach and sighed: "It's easy to get hungry."

After awakening the psionic energy, the food intake also increases, which is also a small price for mastering the power.

Turning his head to the side, Ian saw the familiar sleeping face of his younger brother - this little guy seemed to be used to sleeping, and he could even sleep in such a bright room during the day.

Look up again and look across the room.

The bandaged and medicated 'Osenna' was also lying flat on a wooden bed and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

This was sent by the pharmacist after treating the wound last night.

But this was obviously a disguise. After realizing that Ian was awake, Hilliard, who was disguised as Orsenna, also opened his eyes and looked at the white-haired boy with rather intriguing eyes.

"Good student, it looks like you pretended to cry last night," he said.

"Teacher, you are very skilled at pretending to be seriously injured," Ian said.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Although both parties can still be considered strangers, there is no doubt that for both parties, the other party is 10,000 times more cordial than a pedophile, mushroom-sucking lunatic uncle, and a possible pursuer.

Ian needs Hilliard, and Hilliard is also optimistic about Ian's future. Compared with these, familiarity or strangeness is simply a boring little thing.

But soon, Ian's eyes became serious.

"Teacher." He got out of bed and stood in front of Hilliard who also sat up, bending slightly: "You should have been a 'sublimator' in the past, right?"

Seeing this, the man also looked solemn and sat up from the bed: "Indeed."

Then, he heard, Ian asked sincerely: "Then teacher, I want to know the source of the ascender's power and how to become a real ascender."

This time, it is possible to kill the enemy by relying on ignition, traps and raids, but this kind of preparation and luck are not always available. If the next time the natives come to seek revenge, they cannot resist at all.

Ian wants to become powerful, and for the Terra Continent, becoming the sublimator that all the people hear about is probably the most orthodox and fastest way.

Of course, in addition to this, Ian still has many things to ask about - such as psionic power, the history and race of this world, the past of the land and country under his feet...

He wanted to know, but he was not in a hurry, so he asked seriously, starting from the most critical places.

In the face of knowledge, he has always been so sincere and unabashed.

"good question."

Sit on the edge of the bed, straightening your spine. In the face of the student's request, Hilliard also smiled: "This is exactly what I wanted to tell you last night, the essence and cultivation method of the ascendant."