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Chapter 159 Your inscription is very good, now mine is (33)

While Viscount Grant was negotiating with Master Gosser.

The blond noble who was left alone frowned slightly.

"This guy is really good at clinging, and it gave him a chance to build a relationship."

Thinking to himself, Patrick narrowed his eyes.

Ayers Grant, at the academy, and he were both students with poor grades.

But compared to Patrick, who was not very sociable at the time, Ailes was more independent and popular with teachers and classmates.

The relationship between them is indeed not good, but it's not so bad. It's nothing more than two 'ignorant' bastards competing for each other.

The two teenagers compared their family backgrounds, alchemy, stargazing, creatures, friends, popularity, sublimation talents, and sports class results...

They compared too many things, and even the shit of who fished more was compared at that time.

And these shits have winners and losers, but he always loses.

In other words, apart from family background, alchemy and fishing, Patrick is always losing.

As for fishing, it was because the two men couldn't afford to catch even one fish, so they were forced to draw.

Old Harrison was the leader of the new generation of inspectors under the late emperor at that time, or in other words, a model of the new inspector knights.

Although the strength has not reached the third energy level, but because of the family's ether armament, it also has its own place.

Patrick originally thought that the competition between himself and Ayers would continue until the two parties were knighted and worked in the imperial capital. Harrison will also advance to the third level and become a general under the late emperor's command. All in all, he is enough to have an equal dialogue with the Ellen family.

They will become allies... This idea lasted until the old Harrison was sent to the far mountains of the southern border, a wild land surrounded by endless redwoods and blue seas.

And, until he died in the battle with the local aborigines.

The Grant family is over.

This was the only thought of all the families who knew the news of old Harrison's death and were acquainted with him at that time, and the Ellen family was no exception.

If the old Harrison can open up the territory of the southern border, defeat the local aborigines, and achieve the third level for the empire's territory, then he can be canonized as a brand-new Marquis of Nanling, at least he will hold a lot of power The frontier viscount, became one of the emerging pioneering nobles.

But he died—the late emperor showed mercy and gave Harrison Port to Ayres, as long as he could continue his father's career, wipe out the Nanling natives, and make the strongest nail for the empire in the extreme south of the world. Becoming the third level, the honor His Majesty promised them still counts.

But at that time, the young Viscount Grant, who was still the first level, might not even be able to defend Port Harrison.

Sure enough, Little Grant's request for help was sent to the imperial capital like snowflakes... But how could the childhood friendship help him?
Everyone silently or indifferently ignored the letter for help.

He was the only one, Patrick Ellen, who extended a helping hand—with his own funds, he provided a batch of key healing potions and amplifying potions like the power of the bull.

"So what if you have more friends than me? So what if you have better talent than me? Ayers... You can't beat me all the time after all."

Withdrawing his gaze, Pat narrowed his eyes and looked to the other side, who had been quietly watching the smiling Bai Zhimin boy.

Excellent - really excellent.

Even a jealous person like him sometimes has to admit that some people can't even be jealous.

For example, his eldest brother, who is now the head of the Ellen family.For example, the rookies of the knights in those days are now the generals of the frontier.

Another example is the alchemy genius in front of him.

Patrick clearly memorized all the words of Master Gosser... This country boy, at the age of 14, has a level close to that of a formal alchemist?

Apprentice, junior, formal...even if it is an excellent graduate of the Royal Academy of Alchemy, it is only at the level of a formal alchemist.

Ayers is a genuine alchemy waste, and there is no alchemist in Port Harrison who can teach apprentices, which proves that the other party is completely self-taught by basic readings-yes, the college instructors often said that as long as they fully master all the basic readings The knowledge and mastery are enough for them to graduate with honors.

But is there really such a person?
Patrick didn't believe it then, but now he does.

No wonder Master Gesai cherishes his talents and invites each other.

"Is there any chance to recruit? Anyway, I was only targeting Ayers before."

Patrick thinks he can give it a try. After all, it only takes money to recruit such a thing. It may be hard to say anything else about the Ellen family. The money is really a lot, so it doesn't matter how much you try.

"Ethan. Come here."

After thinking for a while, Patrick turned his head and said something to his nephew who couldn't hide his curiosity and surprise beside him, making his nephew nod repeatedly.

Then, the young blond boy coughed lightly, and walked towards the Bai Zhimin boy in a very formal manner.

Ian naturally noticed the movement, and he turned his head to look.

"Mr. Guide."

Speaking in the most formal tone, he clapped his hands very politely and praised: "Your essence sensing skills just now are really superb, it's almost like art, it's amazing."

"Thank you for your compliment."

Ian couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw that the other party was not much older than him, but he had such a formal and mature etiquette.

——This is probably the nobleman from the imperial capital.

For this sincere appreciation, he also saluted slightly, then raised his head, and replied calmly: "Just call me Ian."

"My name is Isengard Ellen."

When the other party officially gave the name, Ian was also looking at the other party's appearance.

The young man named Isengard was wearing a black expedition suit that was easy to move. The material looked ordinary, but the real material should be refined leather of some kind of Warcraft. His shoulder-length blond hair was messily tied together, slightly raised. Under his eyebrows, clear lake-green eyes were staring at him curiously.

However, under the boy's left eye, there is a striped code made of fine inscriptions. I don't know what its purpose is.

The other party was indeed a real nobleman, his skin was snow-white that had not been exposed to the sun at all, but his fingers were a bit rough, and even had some messy colors, which was obviously caused by long-term alchemy experiments and infiltration of medicines.

Just as Ian was looking at it, Isengarde generously put forward his request: "Ian... your identification process just now was too smooth, I didn't see it clearly. Can you demonstrate it again for me? , I am not very good at identification, I want to learn."

"I'll pay for it."

He seemed to have thought of something, and then hastily added a sentence. Generally speaking, he was quite reserved.

For ordinary appraisers, this is a very rude request.

Everyone's method of extracting source quality and identifying details is unique, and it is a housekeeping skill that can be passed on to future generations. How can it be shown to outsiders?It's not at all a question of paying or not.

No one else would ask this kind of question, let alone such an aboveboard request for 'learning'.

But Ian is very clear that the other party doesn't really have that much thought at all.

He just wanted to watch and learn... and he was never rejected.

"no problem."

Raising his eyebrows, Ian didn't refuse him, because it was unnecessary.

The guy in front of him seemed to have really stayed in the academy for too long, and he had already been separated from the real world, but in the final analysis, the other party came with good intentions, at most, he lacked EQ and was unreasonable.

As for the sons of the nobles, this is almost the only way to behave, which is considered very polite.

What's more, the other party must not be able to learn the essence of his psionic power and silver chip identification technique, and he still has other skills.

Whoever earns the cheapest is still uncertain.

"Forgive me for being rude, but it's impossible to do the appraisal empty-handed... Excuse me, can you give me an alchemy creation that can be used for appraisal, or a psionic accessory?"

The water-colored halo in his eyes flickered, and Ian quickly determined his goal. He smiled slightly, pointed to a gemstone bracelet on Isengard's wrist, and said calmly, "How about this?"

"Huh? No problem."

Isengard was a little surprised, he didn't expect the other party to see the most expensive psionic jewelry on his body at a glance.

But this also means that the young appraiser in front of him does have skills that he still doesn't understand!
"Please."

So the blond boy happily took off his bracelet and handed it to Ian in front of him.

Watching this scene, Patrick frowned slightly.

"Such a coincidence?" He whispered in his heart.

Ian reached out to take the bracelet, and he stared at the purple and blue mist in his eyes, which was definitely considered the peak of the second energy level, and the brilliance in his eyes turned into silver blue.

Immediately, in the young man's field of vision, traces of inscriptions inscribed in silver appeared very clearly inside the originally indistinct purple mist!
Ian watched these complex and detailed lines of inscriptions so rigorously and orderly that they looked like works of art, as if he wanted to engrave them deeply in his mind...

No.

Right now, he is using a silver chip to burn these psionic inscription formations that are at the peak level of the second energy level!
(End of this chapter)