Above The Sky

"You're smarter than I thought, and you're very sensible. Kutag (Mr. Ginfang) taught you? This dress is very handsome, but I can see that you are the type who thinks practicality over beauty. people."

The Marquis of Barton clapped his hands, and a maid brought a document, and he signed it: "Listen, little Grant recommended you with the quota left by his father, I didn't want to accept it, because his kid didn't have any. A little bit of the temperament that a patrol knight should have, what good talents can he bring out? I deeply doubt it."

"Actually, if I want to say it, old Grant is just like that. Apart from being loyal and able to fight, his head is really not very good, but who told me to fight with old Grant back then? I am too embarrassed to reject his son. "

"You are a surprise, Ian."

As soon as it flew, this thin document was delivered straight to Ian, suspended in mid-air.

The young man carefully lifted it up slowly, and then gently removed it from the 'invisible wind pressure' without damaging the document.

The Marquis of Baden thought thoughtfully, then smiled—he waved and let the maid back.

The second prepared document is not used.

"I am already?"

The teenager glanced at the contents and signatures on the document, and Ian was really surprised: "No assessment? Or a test..."

"As soon as you left Port Harrison, you caught the Special Warfare spies in the Blaze and exposed their biological warfare conspiracy."

The Marquis of Baden shook his head: "Then he killed the sharp-clawed tiger and protected Jinye Town. Then he exposed the conspiracy of the Lionel - La Pole is really stupid, he wants to ask me for help, won't I help him? ? You have to cooperate with the people of the Gnostic Institute, and you will be attacked in the end."

"Especially his son is the chosen one... He didn't report this to me, what are you planning to do? He died of his own greed and concealment. He didn't think of himself as a Nanling noble at all, but regarded himself as an empire. people!"

Ian pretended not to hear this, put down the file, and took a bite of bear meat.

"Your achievements are enough. Go to the Imperial Capital Headquarters to register, and you are the official apprentice of the patrol knight. Of course, you will need to wait for you to become the third energy level. It is estimated that it will not take you more than ten years."

After scolding Baron Ryan for a while, Marquis Barton finally concluded: "The luck of the Grant family has always been good. When Bai Wu went to his place, I said they were lucky, and now they have you. He will Fulfill his father's wish."

"I'll prepare a new set of armor and saber for you later, and bring me a document to the imperial capital. Now, go ahead and eat."

The general's tone was irrefutable, and the last sentence was the real point.

Ian narrowed his eyes slightly, and he felt a hint of danger - what document did the Marquis come from that he needed a first energy level to send?

There must be some intention behind this.

But Ian is very clear that he has no right to refuse.

What's more... If it's really as he guessed, then maybe it's really not a bad thing.

"Is it used as a bait? Is it catching a ghost, or is it catching another force? That's why I have been testing my observation ability, so that I can confirm who it is?"

With a chuckle in his heart, Ian showed just the right amount of hesitation, and then firmly said: "Promise to complete the task, General."

The corners of Marquis Barton's mouth were raised, and he nodded: "Very good. Then continue to eat.

"Don't dislike it, even Master Oak and the others will not be able to eat the prey that I hunted with my own hands."

"By yourself?" This surprised Ian quite a bit, and put down the cup he was drinking tea: "The prey you hunted with your own hands?"

"of course."

Marquis Barton cut a piece of grilled brisket with a short knife and took a big bite: "Do you think...is this table extravagant?"

Ian took a look. The ingredients on the table are indeed rich in variety, and there are a variety of Warcraft ingredients. Not to mention, the plate of fresh fish is made of sea blue marlin. The source quality is pure and nourishing. It leads to distortion, and the taste is extremely delicious.

Such a small plate of fish fillets is worth a year of work by ordinary people.

luxury? If it is calculated in terms of money, the extravagant simply cannot be more extravagant.

But if, if these are the income of a sublimator who usually entertains himself with 'after-hours hunting' and the old man's favorite 'fishing'...

"That's really home cooking. It's even a little shabby and frugal."

He murmured: "The third-level sublimator, eat these things, just like a child drinking honey water, it is just a taste..."

"good."

The old general continued to eat carelessly, he was like a black hole, constantly devouring the table and the dishes brought by the maids: "Some people think that I eat a lot and it's too wasteful, but these things and luxury Can't talk about it."

"Look. This cow." He raised his hand and pointed to the brisket in front of him. "I went hunting in the mountains."

"Look at this bear's paw again, endangering the townspeople. I saw it when I was walking and ran over to kill it."

"And this fish, to be honest, after fishing for an afternoon, I was so angry that I almost went to the fish market to buy it, but I still caught it."

The Marquis of Barton was simply showing off his prey to Ian: "As a nobleman, you should not ask for your subjects, but give them."

"The late emperor once said, 'Those who ascend should not compete with the people for profit', I have always believed that this is the highest virtue of the nobility, far more pragmatic than the slogans of 'guardian', 'humility', 'sympathy'— As long as we sublimators don't keep thinking about the food in the people's homes and the insignificant Bison and Thaler, the world will be ten times more peaceful."

"Black King..."

Ian said this, and then seemed to realize something, and changed his words: "The emperor actually said such a thing? It sounds reasonable, but it is not practical..."

"As a knight, read more."

The Marquis of Barton squinted, stared at Ian, and nodded slightly: "And it is true. The reason why Laporte failed over the Leanland side was precisely because he was too involved with ordinary people - he wanted to ask me I begged for the help of the cloning device and the psionicist to help transfer the soul of his Chosen Child into a new body, how could I not help him?"

"I'll help him with a big fanfare and make this an empire-wide sensation... He'll be the father of the dead, and I'll gain great fame."

"It's a pity." The old general sighed: "He doesn't do it. Not only that, but he has to make some boring calculations... The people of La Pole and the Gnostic Institute are too small."

"I don't know……"

There was a chill down the spine behind him, and Ian didn't dare to take this sentence.

He could see that this Marquis of Barton looked like a dead-headed soldier on the surface, but in fact there were three traps in one sentence.

He dared to answer, and everything was exposed!

Why is this guy so talkative? And he suspects that he and the head of the Gnostic Institute have something to do with the death of Baron Ryan? How did you guess that?

Ian couldn't understand this question a little, because Marquis Barton's guess was completely illogical, and his actions would never be exposed according to general thinking.

But he could know by the reaction of Frost Butterfly in his alchemy pocket around his waist, even if he was really exposed, at most it would be to lower the impression of Marquis Barton, and nothing bad would really happen.

--eccentric.

——By the way, why did he tell me about the virtues of aristocrats? I’m obviously just a knight, right?

This kind of subtle, unclear, so it can even be said that the atmosphere full of confusion makes the boy feel quite bad.

But on the surface, he still disguised as a normal knight, staring at the old general in front of him with a cautious, confused and puzzled expression.

"Actually, so did little Grant."

The Marquis of Barton looked at Ian, his eyes were bright and sharp, as if to see through Ian's heart: "If he really wants to develop the labyrinth to benefit himself and his subjects - then he will firmly Rather than throwing you in front of me, hold on to your good card of 'Lord of the Labyrinth'."

"Unless it's a euphemism...but I don't think Grant Jr. is capable of that."