Above The Sky

"Your Excellency Pude!"

The patrolling guards recognized Elder Pude, and they all knew that the other party was an old friend of Viscount Grant and a local civil affairs adjutant. Although theoretically it was only to assist the official government of the empire to manage the people of Bai, for them ordinary soldiers, it was also nothing. Doubtful sir.

——Not to mention that their immediate boss, the deputy captain of the escort Reid, is also a white citizen.

A black-bearded soldier in light armor with a prominent red nose stepped forward and smiled ingratiatingly: "Are you here to go out of the city? It's already evening, the main gate is closed, I'll take you to the other side... "

"No, I'm here to bring this little guy to see the world." The old man raised his hand and interrupted the other party's attention: "How many 'flies' are there today? I guess there are quite a few."

He said lightly: "Take us to see."

The soldier looked sideways at Ian. He seemed to think of something, so he shook his beard and said with a rough smile, "Is it the kid who survived from the natives and killed him? I said why there are so many flies today."

He didn't talk too much, but led the way for Elder Pude and Ian.

The city walls of Port Harrison have collapsed a lot due to the successive thunderstorms eight years ago and the catastrophic winds. The city walls on the north and east sides have not been completely repaired so far, but the west side is adjacent to the indigenous people. Autonomous region, so priority is given to restoration.

But even so, for various reasons, several sections of the city wall were not repaired, just a wooden fence was set up to enclose a clearing out, and a pontoon bridge led to the other side of the river.

This is the private trading point between Port Harrison and the Sequoia natives.

Ian looked around the trade point, and in the center was a bonfire burning with a resinous scent to drive away mosquitoes and ants, while all kinds of furs, animal meat and exotic herbs hung on simple supports and wooden boards, waiting for visitors to choose.

Several businessmen squatted behind the goods, chatting about colorful topics one after another, laughing rudely from time to time.

The red-nosed soldier walked into the trading point, and immediately made the merchants who were reselling goods on both sides look stunned. Several merchants seemed to be going to stand up to say hello, but after seeing the soldier's serious expression, they sat back obediently and looked at Ian with curiosity and nervousness. et al.

- Inspection by a big man? This is very rare.

Even if there are rich people in the city who want to buy local specialties, they usually send servants to buy them...

"Byrne, how many flies are there today?"

Walking straight to a lame businessman, the red-nosed soldier said bluntly: "Your Excellency Pude wants to see it."

"what?"

The lame Xingshang obviously did not expect that he was being inspected by a big man. He was stunned for a while before standing up under the impatient urging of the red-nosed soldier, and nodded to Elder Pude in confusion and said, "Ge, Your Excellency , please see..."

Behind him is a wheelbarrow, covered by a dirty hide, and even the resinous incense of the trade point's bonfire can't cover the rotten, unpleasant smell, and even the red-nosed soldier looks embarrassed , couldn't help but take a step back.

In this regard, Ian was slightly startled.

This extremely unpleasant rancid smell, he had smelled it before.

That was the smell that came out when he killed his uncle Osenna, and the other's body rotted by the lake and was dissected by himself.

The lame businessman uncovered the animal skin and smiled at Elder Pude and Ian: "The flies have been here for the past two days..."

He seemed to say something more, but all Ian's attention was on the 'goods' in the cart.

corpse.

In the trolley were several indigenous corpses with twisted limbs, dark skin, and strange lines!

"The natives and we are still in a state of hostility. They will send spies from time to time to investigate the situation in the city, and we will also send scouts to investigate the truth in the forest."

Noticing that Ian's eyes were firmly locked on the pile of corpses, he thought that the boy was probably the stunned Elder Pude stroking his beard. He stared at the corpse in front of him and said calmly: "The discovered native spies are all here, The natives of other tribes are willing to pay high prices for the corpses of rival tribes - they are not monolithic and have a tradition of eating corpses, and there are people in the city who are willing to do this business of corpse recycling."

"Ian, it's only found, and spies are mostly undetected."

The old man didn't say what would happen if the scouts in Port Harrison were discovered by the natives...because the natives are known to never waste food.

At this moment, heavy footsteps came from outside the trade point.

"Old Bourne, here are two new arrivals. If you weren't eaten by that group of beasts this time, you really made a lot of money. You have to invite us to drink when you come back!"

Two soldiers in armor and light crossbows on their waists pushed a cart and walked over talking and laughing loudly.

They walked into the trade point, and then quickly noticed the red-nosed soldier and the elder Pude - the two soldiers immediately froze, and their words stopped immediately.

"Look."

The white-haired old man turned his head and motioned Ian to look: "Although you may not be able to tell the difference, that is the spies of the tribe who want to take you and Alan away as sacrifices."

"Actually..."

Muttering to himself, of course Ian can tell the difference.

The tattoos of each indigenous tribe are different, and the lines on the corpse on the trolley behind Old Byrne are obviously different and come from several different tribes.

And the corpses that the soldiers pushed and were shot to death by crossbows were very similar to the shaman they killed!

"Ian, it's not safe in the city. The natives will pay with blood, and they'll definitely try to kill you—to kill anyone who makes them bleed."

Elder Pude's voice sounded, calm and indifferent: "We are the same. This is a blood feud that has lasted for decades, even hundreds of years."

"It's over, remember? Then let's go."

The old man threw a thaler and a few bysons, thanking the soldiers present and the lame old Bourne, and he left the trade point with Ian, who still seemed to be shocked by the corpse: "Don't think it's safe in the city, more Don't go out and buy things alone... the danger is everywhere, especially these days."

"Do you know the way back?"

Leaving Wei Rong's place and coming to Central Avenue, the old man lowered his head, let go of the hand he had been holding, and said gently to Ian, "Would you like me to send someone to take you home."

"I know." Ian replied in a low voice, "No need, thank you Elder."

The elder nodded: "Then go home, recently, don't come out alone at night."

"Well, okay, elder."

Pudd watched Ian agree to his words obediently before leaving with some hesitation.

Halfway through, the boy turned his head again, and after realizing that the old man was still watching him, he continued to trot nervously and disappeared at the corner of the street.

"It's kind of like pretending to be good... stinky boy, I promised well, saying that I wouldn't go back alone, but I didn't hesitate to go home alone."

Looking at the direction in which Ian disappeared, squinting, Elder Pude shook his head, he was a little emotional: "This little guy is not afraid of me or those aborigines from his bones."

"With such courage and shame, if our family is still in the imperial capital... How many nobles and ladies can such a good guy deceive, and how brilliant the future will be."

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "It's okay."

"If this is really the case, I, a dwarf mixed-blooded white citizen, may not be able to become an elder."

He turns around and leaves the XC area

Elder Pude's feelings are naturally unknown to Ian.

"call--"

Walking briskly on the darkened streets that had entered the night, he returned home, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath: "This world is really more interesting than I thought!"

Ian opened his eyes, his eyes were shining, he was obviously very excited, where did he look like when he was with Elder Pude a little while ago?

At this time, the boy couldn't help muttering to himself: "And sure enough, they also noticed the unreasonableness of Mr. Hilliard killing those natives - if it was the original Orsenna, it would be absolutely impossible to kill. Kill the shaman and the three hunters."

Ian had long thought of this.

As long as anyone who knows Orsenna seriously thinks about it, they will definitely notice something wrong.

But so what?

What he wanted to hide was not his own psionic power... but Hilliard's identity!

Psionics are not particularly rare in this world, and the Baizhimin is a group with relatively many psionicists. A Baizhimin boy awakened his psionic energy when he was about to die, and helped his uncle kill a few indigenous people... It's more reasonable than Ian killing his uncle himself, and then teaming up with an imperial wanted criminal to pretend to be here, right?

As long as you perceive a plausible answer, you will not continue to think deeply. This is a common feature of human beings.

"Moreover, the natives will not give up, will they continue to assassinate me... Need to be on guard, but it is also possible that Elder Pude deliberately scare me, and wants me to show my identity as a psionicist and ask for asylum."

"The city defense has become much stricter, and several natives who wanted to sneak in have been killed. If there is no accident, the natives will stop during this period of time."

Thinking back to the indigenous corpse in the trade point, Ian frowned slightly and couldn't help shaking his head: "Anyway, if I want to go out to collect potions and sublime resources, I'm afraid it will be more dangerous than I imagined."

"But it's not a big deal, at least they never imagined that I would be much stronger than they thought."

——If he did not successfully condense the source seed and set foot on the road to ascension, he would not be foolish enough to run out of the city to take risks!

It is true that his psionic power is more profitable in the wild, but of course, safety is the first thing in everything.

Today is a very fulfilling day. Ian felt the hunger in his stomach and made a cooing sound.

"Hey, I don't want so much anymore."

Laughing, Ian picked up the salmon in his hand and walked to the kitchen: "Let's eat first - light blue salmon, nourishing the body, it must be very delicious, let me think about how to cook it."

After a few seconds, he made a decision.

"Just make salt-baked salmon."