Above The Sky

All elders eat like this - the talented junior asks you to recall your glorious past, or wants to know something they don't know yet, and looks at you with curiosity and reverence.

At this time, normal people can't help but say a few more words.

Mr. Yinfang is not stupid. Of course, he knows that Ian is just making a gesture. How could this talented young man who has grown up all the way have such an ordinary child's expression? At most, the other party is curious, how can they really respect who.

But it's not bad to let Ian pretend, after all, being willing to pretend to him already gives him a lot of face, plus it's not something that is particularly secret, he laughed and told Ian in detail.

The history of the Dragon Cult is far more than 600 years, but it has been 'famous' for 600 years.

Its history is as long as that of dragons. When the dragon shadow of the first real dragon swept across the sky of Terra, the sparks of the Dragon Cult ignited on the earth.

Originally, there was no difference between dragon worship and indigenous ritual spirits, as well as the worship spirit sects in various places. It was nothing more than ordinary shaman and animal sacrifice sects that did not worship dragons, or that they could not find dragons to worship.

The local religion of the mountain people is the Dragon God. You say that people worship the Dragon Cult, and they want to exterminate and exterminate. It depends on whether the mountain people rebel or not.

There is only one reason why the true Dragon Worship Cult is called a 'cult'.

"They will create natural disasters."

Mr. Yinfang raised his head, he stared at the ceiling of his chamber of commerce, and said to himself with some emotion: "I was still with a chamber of commerce back then, running business with dwarves on Ushtaraf's side, and I once met a dragon who taught rectification. News: A rare earthquake in my life."

"Even the mountain was shattered and collapsed in front of me... I'm not ashamed now that I'm old, so I'll tell you - I was so scared that I urinated." The old man laughed, and then his expression turned into a trance.

He really recalled the original scene, in a distant but heavy tone: "That is, since then, we have never been to the north again."

"After a few years, the boss of the caravan got involved and broke up. I rolled back to my hometown in the south with many years of savings. I was lucky. I worked hard all the way to get to where I am today. Thanks to the Dragon Cult."

After drinking a sip of tea, Mr. Yinfang looked at Ian: "That earthquake was caused by the Dragon Cult."

"They intend to revive a real dragon 'Kongmolong' that died in the Ushtaraf Mountains in the past, or to restore its divine power - they actually succeeded, so only three peaks collapsed , the situation in which the surging flames appeared."

"To be honest, if they don't succeed, it's really not an important organization, but they can't control the vision of the recovery of the ancient dragon's power. They can really cause threats and natural disasters. Of course, they can only be cults in the end."

The old man rambled about something again, mixed with what he had seen and heard over the years, and Ian also listened with interest.

He really likes listening to this kind of story, not to please Mr. Yinfang.

In general, the Dragon Worship Cult is an organization that reveres the mighty power of the real dragon and ancient dragon, and intends to reproduce this power with its own power.

They collected news, remains and inheritance about the real dragon and ancient dragon everywhere, and believed that the existence behind the ancient dragon had a secret of 'the source of the whole world' - of course, they must have other missions and beliefs, but that is Some real secrets that can't be known without being in it.

And in this organization, there is the power of the dragon... or even the members of the dragon, and the number is quite large.

After all, it is easier for a dragon to gain the power of a dragon than for a man to gain the power of a dragon.

"Who knows what they are going to do in Nanling this time? Especially in the history of Nanling, there has been more than one ancient dragon. If the Dragon Cult really caused any natural disaster, no one can afford it."

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help but let out a sigh: "As for the candle bearers, they are similar to the mirror sea guards and patrol knights of our empire. They are one of the special forces on the federal side, specially responsible for arresting and arresting these mysterious organizations and spies from other countries. Secret Guard."

"Holding a candle to illuminate the darkness is nothing unusual."

"I see."

Ian can't help nodding, his eyes brightening: "It's really helpful, sir."

"Don't dare to be, my knight, you must be tired after traveling for so many days and encountering the troubles of Le'anling again?"

Mr. Yinfang smiled and got up. He obviously didn't notice Ian's slightly raised tone - this showed that Ian was completely interested in the Dragon Cult.

He called someone to clean up the table, then turned his head to Ian and said, "I'll take care of you today..."

"Not really."

Ian raised his head, he looked out the window not far away, and said thoughtfully: "I think it's good to arrange a private room for me in a remote place. I will go out for a walk by myself tonight and see the local customs."

"Personal habits." The young man turned his head and said apologetically to the old man.

"Also." Mr. Yinfang did know that Ian was used to being alone, so he didn't insist: "You're welcome, please say so."

Originally, Mr. Yinfang planned to give Ian a sum of money to play in Shuangshu Town. It felt like an elder giving pocket money, but Ian refused.

But on the contrary, Ian also intends to give his Sharp Claw Tiger Skin to the Silver Square Chamber of Commerce for resale.

"It just so happens that I also need a tiger skin in such a good condition, which just happens to be a cushion."

The old man was quite agile in starting a business. He laughed and said, "The future legendary monster's first beast prey -- the beast prey on the bright side -- this must be preserved, and God knows how high it can be sold!"

"There's no need for this, Mr. Yinfang."

Ian is a little helpless - he really doesn't get used to someone being so kind to him, but Mr. Yinfang lowered his head and whispered to the boy: "Don't be polite, Ian, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be able to catch up. The thread of the platinum workshop."

"Do you know who is the current chief executive of the southern part of the Boyin workshop? The disciple of Master Gosser."

"Who is the new deputy director? You must know it, Isengard."

"Why am I able to get online with Boyin Workshop? And why can I get the agent management right to the south of Mt. Indigo?"

"Ian, what is unnecessary, do you want everyone to know that I, Mr. Yinfang, do not repay the kindness?"

The old man stretched out his hand seriously and patted Ian's back: "Listen, what you want, take it yourself, don't be polite to me."

Ian blinked, he was a little helpless, but also smiled, shook his head and said, "Then I'll... be at ease."

"I'm afraid you're too reserved."

Mr. Yinfang also shook his head, and he took Ian downstairs: "A knight like you is out for training, and you are not an adventurer who is helpless behind his back, fighting for his life, how can there not be a few chambers of commerce responsible for supplying and transporting equipment?"

"I will help you at the most in the southern border. After the golden field, I can only see your young noble friend."

"Um,"

Ian nodded slightly, but his heart moved: "It seems... the system of nobles, sublimators and chambers of commerce has been very strong. Mr. Yinfang must have known that I was traveling and naturally felt that he should support me."

Indeed, serious knights have to have their own armor and mounts, and they have to do things like weapon maintenance and supplies themselves. Where can I get the time to continue practicing and training?

And the sublimator returns from his travels, no matter whether his strength has grown or not, at least the entire interpersonal relationship circle has been opened up - this is the real wealth for both parties.

On the first floor, the teenager looked out at the street of Shuangshu Town.

The streets in the middle of the night are still prosperous. There are many snack vendors and outdoor wine houses where people gather to drink. Under the dim yellow lights, the wine houses and shops are full of people. adventure experience.

After a hard day's work, the town's farmers come here to eat, drink some ale, and have some baked dough, bread, and naan with friends. The price is not expensive, and they are very hungry.

The productivity of Terra and the utilization of solar energy by plants have reached an outrageous level. In such a world, if there are no accidents such as war between the two countries and biological warfare, it is impossible to starve to death. Situation—that is, Nanling is a new development area, which is not stable, and the jungle is too dangerous, so it is difficult to obtain wild resources.

But even so, if it weren't for the war with the natives and the two major storms, there would be no food shortage in Port Harrison. In society, wanting to starve to death has become a matter of deliberate effort.

And nobles and sublimators rarely even 'exploit' resources in this regard.

Because these ordinary food and resources have no value to them.