Above The Sky

Ian didn't know what Hilliard did today, but he guessed that it must be related to the invasion of the sea beasts in Harrison Harbor today.

According to the momentum of the Sequoia natives coming out of their nests this time, the spirit of the sea among the four totem spirits of the Sequoia, the two giant eels entrenched in the depths of the ocean can't not move, but they can't see the eels from beginning to end.

The average Imperial might guess that it was the disturbance of the big storm, but Ian believes that it is all due to the actions of his teacher.

Now that the other party can return safely, the boy is already at ease, which is enough to prove that his teacher's strength is quite good...until he sees the obvious increase in wrinkles on the other party's face.

"Well, it's going to take a while to rest."

To Ian's worried eyes, Hilliard just smiled gently. He stretched out his hand and patted the boy's shoulder: "I heard Elan's voice, I guess I'm hungry."

He didn't want to talk much.

And after Ian nodded silently, he didn't ask any further, but went to clean the soaked stove, ready to find a few sealed, not wet firewood, and start a fire to cook.

"Epidemic poison..." He whispered to himself in his heart, but helplessly found that he had no way to help his teacher.

Then again, how much do you know about Mr. Hilliard?

His identity can be guessed a little, and why he wants to accept himself as a student disciple can also be measured... But his past, his experience, his persistence and belief...

What is this more rooted thing?

Ian turned his head back silently, he looked towards the hall, the old knight with long gray-brown hair was standing by the window, staring at the heavy rain and strong wind outside the window, staring at the gloomy, thick rain cloud that could not reveal the slightest light.

The old man raised his head slightly, and the silent figure seemed to be looking at something extremely distant, above the clouds.

...

The clouds were churning, and the peak of the great storm had passed. Although it was still violent, the Terrans could bear it.

Wearing dark silver armor, Elder Purd and the escort returned to the city.

The leader of the team is the city defense officer Yam. This simple and simple knight with a scar on his face has four grim-faced heads hanging from his waist. There are even traces of flesh and blood in the gaps in the dark armor. All the soldiers behind him Around the waist, there are indigenous heads or ears.

Although it seems ferocious, all Harrison Hong Kong people who saw this scene couldn't help cheering - because this is the victory, the proof of the victory!

The war with the Sequoia natives once again ended with a great victory for Port Harrison.

"Your Excellency Pude, please report this good news to the Viscount on my behalf. Now I have to reorganize the team and go to command the basic city defense. It is difficult to be cloned."

After entering the city, Yam politely asked Pude, but the elder naturally couldn't refuse. Even if he agreed, he separated from the team and went to the Viscount Mansion.

This is not a strange thing, even the guards of the Viscount Mansion did not stop him. Pude quickly passed the sentry and saw Viscount Grant who was testing the damage of the ether weapon alone in the basement.

"Pude, come and take a look." The Viscount didn't chat, and when there was no one else in private, they always communicated like this. He invited Bai Zhimin to check the huge mechanical armor in front of him: "The surface is seriously sunken, and the core inside is Is the inscription board okay?"

"It doesn't seem to be a serious problem, but the pressurization pipe and the main deck are seriously damaged, and the core inscription board is not involved."

The old man stepped forward, and while inspecting the damaged part of the aether armed, he explained the process of the battle between the guards and the main force of the natives: "Your Excellency is still treating the wounded in the town, he is quite angry this time, those natives are in the autonomous region. The water collection point on the side killed people, buried corpses and poisoned them, causing a plague, and he has been busy with this a while ago."

"Seven shamans killed two, caught one, and out of fifteen chiefs escaped six, this time a big victory."

After the inspection, the expressionless Viscount Grant on the opposite side of Purd nodded: "There is no problem that needs to be urgently dealt with, then after the storm is over, I will bring the tools to repair... Ayers, is there any problem?"

He turned his head to the side, looked at the Viscount who was in some wrong state, and said the other person's name with concern.

"Yeah." And the Viscount also nodded lightly, with dark blue pupils like a whirlpool, and couldn't see anything: "Thank you for your hard work, Pude. I'm just a little tired now."

"That's fine." Pudd said nothing more.

Now, how could he not see that the natives directly attacked the Viscount Mansion instead of plundering materials at the more important armory or warehouse area, which is enough to prove that there is something extremely important to them in the Viscount Mansion.

He can guess a little - perhaps the 'sacred artifact' and 'secret treasure' that the old Viscount snatched from the natives?

Anyway, it will not be used for decades, and it will attract the indigenous people to attack with all their strength. The old man can vaguely guess a few things.

But he doesn't speak, doesn't ask, doesn't even think deeply.

Everything is hard to get confused.

So he was Grant's best friend.

"and many more."

And just before Elder Pude was about to leave, Viscount Grant suddenly spoke and stopped him.

When the old man Bai Zhimin turned his head, he saw that the other party threw a book, which made him catch it subconsciously.

"Wraith of Canglan"

"This……"

Seeing the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar title of the book, Elder Pude couldn't help raising his head, and looked at this long-time friend with suspicion and a little stunned.

But all he could see was a calm, tired face that couldn't see anything else.

"The one named Ian."

He waved his hand and signaled the other party to accept it. Viscount Grant put one hand on his face and said lightly: "Very potential, very smart. Others are not very good, it is estimated that only he can take your class - don't Misunderstanding, I don't think you will die early, but you should always prepare in advance."

"You have studied this book and taught him to learn it."

"Special inscriptions for aether armed... You actually take out this kind of bottom-box thing right now..."

Even Elder Pude's expression couldn't help becoming a little complicated, but he then smiled relievedly: "Do you want to curse me to death? It's too early to think, at least he won't be able to take my class in twenty years. , I'll talk about it when your son is born."

"Short-sighted old fellow, can't a daughter be enough?" The Viscount snorted, "I value sons over daughters, so I am the noble master."

"It's for your own good, otherwise... hum."

With the same snort, Elder Pude left the Viscount Mansion.

Viscount Grant stood in the hall of his study, lost in thought.

"The alchemy cannon was actually repaired by that kid..."

Squinting his eyes, the brown-haired aristocrat whispered to himself: "Pude, Pude, you don't have to be too wary of me, let him act stupid in class... How can a real smart person, a talented person, be able to hide? ?"

"Twenty years? In ten years, he will be able to learn everything."

Shaking his head slightly, the Viscount continued to wait.

After a while, Yam, who took off his armor and changed his clothes, came here.

"How about it?"

When the noble saw his knight, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. He stood up and asked, "Did those guys say anything?"

"There are clues, but there is no difference."

Yam frowned, and what he brought was not good news: "The natives don't know any relic groups, they only know the sacred places left by their ancestors - not the Great Sequoia Forest, the Foggy Mountain Forest, the Elephant Bone Marsh and the Light Algae Reef Group Such a holy place, but a holy place that all Sequoia natives respect."

"This is quite an old legend, and there are not many indigenous people who know it now, but I can be sure that it should be the real body of the ruins group."

"This is good news, isn't the clue very clear?"

Hearing this, Viscount Grant frowned: "Could it be that..."

"Yes." Yam nodded solemnly: "The natives are also not very clear about the location of their real holy land. This is their ancient legend. Only the great shaman can know the whole picture, and ordinary Sequoia people know nothing about it. ...even, it is very likely that the great shaman has also lost this inheritance."

"It was the great storm eight years ago that destroyed the altar of the ancestors of the Aboriginal Elephant Bone Mountain. At the same time, it also caused the aboriginals to find the records of the sacred places they forgot, and found the relics of the civilization of the previous era."

"master."

Speaking of which, the knight even shamelessly pointed out the mistakes his lord made in the past: "You shouldn't have killed the survivor of the escort."

"If not, we may be able to find the ruins earlier than the natives."