Above The Sky

"……OK."

Ian's ears moved slightly, he turned his head, and looked at Hilliard's pretending to be mysterious expression, for a while he couldn't figure out what surprise his teacher had, but he still kept it so secretive.

With doubt and anticipation, he returned to his room and saw a stack of black on his bed.

A black shirt.

"This is……"

Somewhat surprised, Ian stepped forward, picked it up and looked at it: "Do it for me?"

This black shirt is not completely new, but is repaired by Ian's previous set of clothes that has been damaged a lot, adding a lot of materials and leather that he can't see.

But to be honest, this so-called repair is not much different from doing a new set. Basically, all the key parts, damaged parts and links are sewn with brand new leather.

Although it looks tinkered, it's not different from the patched clothes that ordinary children wear, but it feels so tough that Ian doesn't think he can cut through it with a knife.

But it is very light, as soft as cashmere.

"Is this the material of the teacher's cloak?!"

Ian has a very good memory, and within a few seconds, he recalled where he had seen such leather. It was the black cloak that he wore when he first met Mr. Hilliard... Yes, since the other party was disguised as After Orsenna, I never saw the other side pass through again.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually cut it into materials and sewed clothes for himself...

Looking slightly, Ian stared silently at the black shirt in his hands.

The shirt was a bit big, and it was even a little baggy. It wasn't because Hilliard was not good at craftsmanship, but when Orsenna gave him the clothes, he casually cut them out of his own old clothes.

After the modification, although it still does not fit very well, it is no problem to bundle it up and roll it up. It can be seen that the repairers have really thought about it.

"teacher……"

Whispering the word to himself, Ian smiled slightly: "It's really surprising."

He was silent for a moment, letting go of all the emotions in his heart.

The boy turned around and came to the outside of the hospital. After expressing his sincere thanks, he said earnestly that he would give full play to his cooking skills and make a few more delicious meals in return.

"Haha, I haven't eaten any kind of food, but I want to see how you make it delicious."

Hilliard laughed and shook his head slightly, but he didn't reject it, just mentioned a few words: "Today, you should eat more yourself, and there will definitely be someone from the nobles or the white people looking for you to keep your spirits up. "

"just wait."

Hilliard was a prophecy, and he really knew the Empire very well.

In the afternoon, Ian, who had changed into new clothes, stewed the beef jerky he got yesterday into a pot of beef porridge, and ate a big bowl with Hilliad.

And just when he was about to strike while the iron was hot, to practice hard, to strengthen his control over his power, and his grasp of the source quality.

Elder Pude's guard came to the door.

The two guards had come to invite Ian to the Viscount House to visit Viscount Grant with Elder Poud.

Most of the guards of Elder Pude are young people in their early twenties. In a sense, all the young people who are talented in force among the white people have been the guards of Elder Pude and have received his guidance.

Excellent, they will be recommended by the elders to the port guards of Harrison Harbor or the city defense army. Ernesto, the father of Ian's life, took this road and became the captain of the guards.

Not so good, just like Brin, who has become a herbalist who licks blood and snatch food from the mouth of the natives. Most of the hunters of the white people are also from the same background.

As for what's worse... then it's not suitable for military force at all, just be a fisherman, a farmer, or a coolie craftsman.

But this time, the two guards who came to invite Ian were both male fighters in their thirties, at the peak of their personal status.

They stood in the doorway, clad in sturdy horned deer leather armor, with resolute expressions, and looking at Ian with a tinge of novelty in their eyes.

"Please come with us, little Ian."

"At the time, your father and I were still comrades-in-arms in the same group, and we once took down several deep marsh wolf dens together."

They are the true confidants of Elder Pude, and naturally know the identity of Ian psionicists, so the tone of the invitation is very soft, and the eyes of the boy are full of appreciation.

The status of the White People in Port Harrison all depends on Elder Pude alone.

He is a sublime, proficient in the alchemy and craftsmanship of dwarves, and even mastered the skills of inscriptions because of his early noble career and bloodline.

Such a sublimator who has mastered a variety of technologies is enough to be a guest of honor in major aristocratic mansions. In fact, Viscount Grant treats Elder Pude like this, and the people of Bai have become an important part of Harrison Harbor. Not the exiles that were dispensable before.

But, if Elder Pude dies... Where should Bai Zhimin go?

Without a second sublime with such versatility and friendship with the local nobles, Bai Zhimin would not be able to maintain his current power, and the Viscount Mansion might not continue to support the Bai Zhimin who lost their value.

Of course, it's still too early to talk about this. Elder Pude still has at least 20 to 30 years to live. With the current development speed of Bai Zhimin and Harrison Port, 20 to 30 years is enough for them to cultivate a sublime.

However, how can the possibility of the future be compared to the real Ian, such a young psionicist, who is right in front of them?

He was almost protected by two guards and came to the Viscount's mansion. It was a sigh of relief. Ian, who broke free from the two buns, looked up and saw Elder Pude who was waiting for him at the gate.

"It's a little sudden, but don't worry."

The elders with lush beards are dressed quite formally today, and even the fluffy beards of the past are well groomed.

He was wearing a pure white robe with pale red trim, holding Ian's hand, and led the squire into the Viscount's mansion.

"Viscount Grant wants to see you, and according to the usual practice, will give you the corresponding bloodline true form cultivation qualification."

Elder Pude's voice was light, but quite clear: "This was originally a fairly formal set of procedures, but because of the indigenous attack yesterday, everything was simplified... Don't be nervous, it's essentially asking your name and getting to know you. Your face, just register your name on the Port Harrison Ascended Register."

"Uh-huh."

Ian wasn't nervous, of course, but he pretended to be restrained and careful.

When they came to the door of the Viscount's study on the second floor, they heard reprimands coming from the door.

"The outpost on the east bank was raided, but you said you didn't see a signal for help?"

The Viscount's voice was low, obviously angry: "The entire sentry tower was burned to the ground, and the fire can be seen from five miles away, and then you tell me, you didn't see the signal for help?"

The reprimand continued for a while, and a dark-skinned, red-haired man bowed his head and exited the study with a blank expression. He looked at Ian and Elder Pude, and only a pair of dark green pupils could be seen in the sunken eye sockets.

"unfortunately."

After saying hello to Elder Pude, the decent-looking red-haired man returned to silence and was led away by the maid.

"Lübeck, the head of the mercenary."

Elder Pude seemed to be whispering to himself: "He is a mountain dweller in the north of Nanling. The tribe only swore allegiance to the empire 20 years ago, and he is considered half aboriginal. More than ten years ago, his child was killed by the aboriginal people on the Sequoia side. It's been fifteen years since I took it as a sacrifice and stayed in Port Harrison to take revenge."

"Strange." Speaking of this, Elder Pude frowned: "How could Lubeck make such a low-level mistake? He is a good player in a good hand, and Harrison Harbor can be better than him by no more than five fingers."

However, Ian keenly noticed that the opponent's expression and the leather armor on his body had traces of battle. The opponent must have fought last night, and he was definitely not avoiding the battle.

The mercenary chief concealed his actions last night.

He could see that the Viscount and Elder Pude were naturally not blind, and it was no wonder that Viscount Grant was so angry, because the other party didn't want to be serious when he lied, it was too perfunctory.

It is also possible that Lübeck has a simpler mind, but the result is the same.

This is not a big deal, and soon, with the already calm Viscount Grant summoned, Ian entered the study under the leadership of Elder Pude.