Above The Sky

"Hmm... a maze?"

After pondering for a moment, Viscount Grant shook the wine glass in his hand and thought for a long time. He contacted the knowledge he had learned and felt that what Elder Pude said was very reasonable.

Labyrinth, after the catastrophe, appeared one after another in strange areas all over the Terra continent.

More than 600 years ago, with a violent earthquake, the first labyrinth discovered by humans appeared in the Moro Mountains within the empire, and a village was swallowed by it.

After the local exploration team and the team led by a retired school officer of the third energy level failed one after another, the imperial capital dispatched a fourth energy level legion commander to lead the elite team to explore, and finally got the result in the core area of ​​the maze A large amount of extremely rare sublimated metal 'Morion Steel', a living metal that can be deformed with psychic energy and has the ability to regenerate itself.

Today, the labyrinth is considered to be an ultra-high-density psionic energy field created by the natural changes in the world after the catastrophe. At its core, there must be extremely rare treasures or powerful monsters stationed there, and there are even people who have obtained the knowledge from it. Relics of civilization.

It is said that the Apocalypse Armament handed down by the Grand Duke of Junlingbao was transformed from the relics of pre-civilization unearthed in the labyrinth.

Every time the labyrinth appears, it will be accompanied by a large-scale climatic anomaly in a certain place, even celestial phenomena and geological disasters - but in the same way, the appearance of the labyrinth will also make the surrounding area of ​​the labyrinth rich in magic and high spirits, a large number of rare sublimation plants, Potions, monsters and aliens will form an ecosystem with a labyrinth as the core.

Exactly in line with what's been happening recently in Port Harrison.

As for why the Viscount believed Elder Pude's speculation? It's very simple. Others don't know the origin of the white people in Port Harrison. As the head of the Grant family, he knows it very well - the other party is professional in this regard.

If it wasn't because of unspeakable reasons for making a big mistake and being deprived of a surname and exiled to this place, there must be a place for these white people in the field of labyrinth research.

"A molding cycle every eight to ten years? That looks like a medium-to-large maze."

At this moment, Viscount Grant was fully awake. He pondered this possibility, then smiled excitedly, and nodded vigorously to Elder Pude: "The precursor to the emergence of the labyrinth is the enrichment of local resources! Valuable beasts and sublimation plants will all be If it increases, the surrounding adventurers and explorers will gather.”

"With the aid of the restart of the empire, the sea trade routes of Canaan Moore and Whalesong Cliffs have opened up. This is a good opportunity for the reconstruction of Port Harrison!"

"If you do it well, it will definitely be a feat that His Majesty will also notice!"

He stood up and excitedly began to walk back and forth by the table, murmuring all kinds of preliminary preparations, no longer decadent, full of motivation.

Elder Pude took a sip of the wine glass, took a sip, then picked up the knife and fork, and began to enjoy the lunch.

A few years after Viscount Grant took over the governorship of Port Harrison from his father, the late emperor died, the Dark Moon was in turmoil, and the entire southern immigrant area was forgotten in the huge political turmoil.

The other party has been wasting thirty or forty years, and now he has finally waited for the dawn of his rise, and he will definitely not miss this opportunity.

And this is also an opportunity for their white people to express themselves again and get their surname back.

None of them will give up.

After a period of time, the luncheon ended, and the two sides talked very happily. Although Viscount Grant had been decadent for a long time and wanted to enjoy himself, he was not an ignorant and ignorant aristocrat. In the future, there will be changes in Port Harrison.

Inside the Viscount's mansion.

After Elder Pude left, Viscount Grant, who was still slightly drunk, blushed gradually.

He stared at the direction that Bai Zhimin had left, and sat back in his seat. The maid had silently filled the wine.

"A shaman with three hunters, none of them escaped?"

The rather young noble nodded thoughtfully, and twirled the wine glass between his two fingers, but the dark red liquid seemed to have lost its gravity, and was stabilized by a faint blue light. Steady swirl with the wine glass without spilling the slightest bit.

The Grant family's bloodline, the "Dwelling Lizard Whale", at the second energy level, will give sublimators the ability to manipulate many liquids within the range of their sight.

Controlling the wine glass and the drink in his body is nothing but an instinct for Viscount Grant. He muttered to himself at the moment: "A white citizen with deformed legs can do this kind of thing...hehe."

Shaking his head gently, Viscount Grant couldn't help smiling, with a little irony: "Pude still wants to play stupid with me, so I'll accompany him. It can only be said that those natives are unlucky, too unlucky."

"My lord, those natives have sent gulls and pigeons to protest..."

The dark brown long-haired aristocrat's eyes flashed slightly, and the hot and graceful red-haired woman from before had quietly come to his side, this beautiful woman who used to be quite affectionate and lazy now behaves respectfully: "Achettu The tribe of the shaman threatened us to break the deal, and unless the murderer was handed over, they would definitely retaliate with all their might."

"Without a shaman, I dare to speak so hard. I admire the arrogance of these shorties. After all, this is how they can bite people."

Taking a sip of wine, Viscount Grant said lightly: "But it's not good to bite me... If they don't trade, they will switch to someone who trades. As for handing over the murderer, I really don't know what it is. I haven't investigated them for breaking the agreement and trespassing without permission. How dare you attack me for the matter of entering the inner city?"

"Vengeance? Let them retaliate, I'm going to see how much more blood they can shed."

Putting down the wine glass, the Viscount hugged the red-haired beauty in his arms: "Send someone to monitor Orsenna... No, it is impossible for the aberrant to awaken psionic energy. Well, go and monitor the child of Orsenna's family, monitor Ian."

"Such a young Bai Zhimin psionicist, I really didn't expect one to appear in my own territory."

In the red-haired beauty's coquettish gasp, he calmly ordered: "Although Pudd is my friend...but Harrison Port is my domain."

"Bai Zhimin, it's better to stay calm."

at the same time.

Being sent away by the maid, Elder Pude walked out of the Viscount's mansion with the herbs, facing a fast afternoon rain, and the fine and fast raindrops pulled long filaments in the air. Several entourages greeted them with umbrellas.

"You go buy some fish and chicken, and some wheat, and even give this box of medicine to the Orsenna family. By the way, tell that bad boy that I have settled his business. I will quit the black mushroom in the future, and stop getting along with the natives. When the time comes to take medicine to cure Elan, even if he has aberrations, he is still a good boy in the clan."

"And you go and get Vice Captain Reid, come to the chamber at night, I want to ask him something about the escort and the recent Aboriginal activities."

The white-haired old man instructed the two attendants to run errands, but after thinking about it, he waved his hand: "Forget it, I'll go see Brother Orsenna and Ian Ellen in person... After Ernesto died, the port was in chaos. I really don't have time to take good care of the children, and the clan owes them a family."

"And..." he murmured, with the same thoughtful expression: "It's really not normal."

It seemed that he wanted to say more, but the old man shook his head, sighed, and urged his followers, "Go quickly."

The entourage should be, Elder Pude walked to the fishing market in the rain.

The fishing market is still quite prosperous, and no one is affected by the light rain that is accustomed to this.

But here, Elder Pude saw a white-haired boy who theoretically should not be here.

Ian, who should be resting in the house, is now walking in the fishing market with a look of interest.