Above The Sky

Another morning.

Accompanied by the gradually brightening morning light, the entire Port Harrison also seemed to be revived and rejuvenated.

The port had already resumed work, and the sounds of caravans, horses, and pedestrians were noisy, and a mountain ox, nearly one and a half tall, dragged a huge truck over the mud and rocks, and the dust was flying.

The street stalls and shops selling, the aroma of fish soup and wheat cakes, and the boatmen's shouts all make the residents of this city feel very cordial.

Now, it is October 9th.

Twenty days have passed since the terrible storm and invasion.

For more than 20 days, it was impossible to rebuild the destroyed urban area, repair the damaged city walls, prepare the city guards with serious casualties, and even restore the town network centered on Harrison Harbor, even outside the Viscount Mansion. The walls are not repaired.

However, on the ruins ravaged by the crocodile dragon, temporary shanties have been established. This is a building imitating the indigenous shack. Although it is simple, it can accommodate many refugees whose houses have been damaged.

Viscount Grant is not a good nobleman who loves his people like his son. In fact, everyone knows how much the taxes around Port Harrison are... But at the very least, he collects a lot and does a lot of things.

This is better than 90% of the nobility and officials of the empire.

After a three-week break, the city has returned to normal operations, and aid supplies and artisans from Nauman and Three Rivers are arriving in an endless stream.

This is not because of good intentions, but because all fools know that if Harrison Port falls, then no one will be able to contain the increasingly united indigenous aggression in the South.

Rather than being rushed into the city by the crocodile dragon to make a fuss, it is better to give more money and materials and let others do it.

The reconstruction of the city does not happen overnight, and it will take at least a year or two to restore the southwest and northwest urban areas destroyed by the Crocodile Dragon.

But white paper is good for painting. Because of the serious damage to the natives, all the native camps on the west bank of the Iwok River were pulled up at the very beginning of the war. Viscount Grant wanted to overthrow the severely damaged western city wall, and only a small section was reserved as a memorial, and a section was built on the ruins. A new city center with a new alchemy workshop as the core.

In addition, he also plans to build a stone bridge across the Iwok River, build a new city and a tower group on the other side of the river, and completely suppress the sphere of influence of the indigenous people back to the sea of ​​​​great redwoods.

Of course, this is only incidental. The main purpose of Viscount Grant is to get rid of the current architectural planning of Port Harrison and build several large-scale residential areas and workshop parks in the new city. Port Harrison was transformed into a truly large seaport metropolis.

Port Harrison was expanded by a fort, many designs were unreasonable, and there was not enough land reserved for the future. Now, while the natives were beaten, the old city was destroyed a lot, and it was time to transform it even more. Sturdy and reasonable.

As for where the money comes from...

Of course from the defeated natives.

There are more than 100 different tribes in the redwood forest natives, among which there are four large tribes, a dozen medium-sized tribes, the others are not worth mentioning, they are just vassals of other tribes.

Although the indigenous coalition failed, Port Harrison could not enter the Elephant Bone Mountain, and the foundation of the big tribe would not be shaken... The power of other tribes was forced to shrink.

Some can even go back to the sea of ​​trees, or even go to the sea of ​​trees on the other side of Elephant Bone Mountain to recuperate, but other indigenous tribes who have no way to retreat have only one last option if they don’t want to perish.

That is to follow the orders of Port Harrison.

As the saying goes among the natives in recent years - Port Harrison is a tribe, and the Empire is a larger tribe.

Everyone is human. Is there really any essential difference between being a vassal of other big tribes and being a vassal of an empire?

This question is not easy to say, but all in all, Viscount Grant accepted a large amount of indemnity, and annihilated several recalcitrant tribes in Port Harrison, and used the hunted indigenous resources to trade a lot of resources and funds for reconstruction.

Coupled with the southern development intention revealed by God, it can be predicted that the future Harrison Port will become more and more prosperous.

It's just that Ian's mood has not been very high in recent times, compared to the steady progress of Port Harrison.

Because recently, he often has strange visions.

Simply put, whenever and wherever, he will suddenly see something inexplicable.

For example, some rocks, a few unknown people, overgrown vegetation, or a silent lake...

The most bizarre time was when he saw a black figure wearing a pumpkin head dancing a strange and intense dance surrounded by a group of people - Ian, who was puzzled, went to ask his teacher, and Hilliard was surprised. The land said that it was a special sacrificial dance to celebrate the harvest in Yanjiang, a country in the extreme north. It was called 'the shining harvest'.

Ian could see the sacrifice scene in such a distant place, which made him feel quite incredible, and he called Ian a gifted talent.

But no matter how unbelievable, talented wizards and visions still affect life.

There are no rules, no repetition, no predictability, no stopping, even when dreaming, Ian's dreams will suddenly pop out strange images similar to goblin playing cards.

It has nothing to do with sleep quality, physical fitness, or strange diseases.

According to Hilliard's examination, Ian's health is comparable to that of a little leopard. He believes that apart from the heirs of the great nobles who have eaten raw food as snacks since childhood, there are not many people of the same age who can be stronger than Ian.

After all, there are not many people who can embark on the road to ascension at such a young age.

It is not a physical reason, nor is it flash mosquitoes. If you eliminate all the impossible, then what remains is the only possibility.

"All of this is probably related to your psionic power."

After several inspections, Hilliard told Ian the possibility quite seriously: "You are an acquired psionicist, which is different from a natural awakening who can naturally grow psionics, and is also different from practicing the way of ascension. There are different sublimators who gradually refine the spiritual energy of life."

"Your psionic power is your desire. If you want to advance your psionic power, you need to satisfy your desire and keep generating new desires."

"I don't know what your desire is, but I think that you may have accidentally met the conditions for growth, and your psychic ability has improved, but your brain can't bear it, so this critical precursor appears."

Because of this unusual situation, Ian didn't even attend the award ceremony for Viscount Grant.

However, it is not a big problem. In the publicity, the key shot in repelling the spirit of the mountain tide is mainly credited to the four city guards stationed in the tower.

And Ian is just the enthusiastic masses who assist in the maintenance of the alchemy artillery.

This is instead a kind of protection - after all, the natives are not extinct, the big shaman and the crocodile dragon are still alive, they must hate those who hinder their final victory, and assassination is very likely.

What's more, Ian's benefits far outweigh these apparent glories.

"The Veil of Canglan", an inscription book of aether armed by the Grant family.

In theory, only family members can learn the secrets, but because of the decline in recent decades, the Grant family has no talents who are good at inscriptions, so it can only be learned by outsiders to help maintain the Aether Armament.

At that time, the elder Pude learned this book with the tacit approval of the old viscount, and combined his own dwarf inscription inheritance, so that he could maintain a sufficient level to maintain the ether weapon.

And now, this "honor" has been passed on to Ian.

It has to be said that the inscription knowledge in the pattern of Canglan is far more complex than the basic inscription literature taught by Elder Pude. There are also many knowledge about mechanical engineering, smelting and materials science.

Perhaps for others, the various disciplines and knowledge involved in the aether arms are too complicated, even if they are proficient in inscriptions, it is difficult to understand them all.

But who is Ian?

In his previous life, he was a senior engineer of East Asia Heavy Industry!

Although there is no help from AI assistants, electronic brains, and no online database, but with his professional level, he really thinks a lot about rubbing the engine of a battleship with his bare hands, but it is not too difficult to learn the construction of aether armament in a high-level building.

The worst is the worst, at least you can understand the designer's design goals and techniques.

It is also a bit of a coincidence that Ian began to have frequent hallucinations not long after learning the pattern of Canglan.

He also thought about whether there was any connection between the two, but he always thought it was just a coincidence.

After all, it's absurd to think that learning something new will lead to hallucinations!

"No... not right."

Thinking of this, Ian, who was exercising in the morning, suddenly realized something: "What if my desire is to understand another world and new knowledge in the Terra continent?"

"In that case, it might make sense!"