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Chapter 375 Head of the Prophet (33)

On the surface, Baron Ryan looked like a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes, confident and hearty.

His face has a rather hard line, which is different from that of the imperial people. It should be of the blood of the mountain people, and those gray-blue eyes prove this point even more.

He was quite informal, his eyes lit up when he saw Ian, he stepped forward and patted Ian's shoulder heavily with his right hand, while boasting that the boy was the youngest, the most talented and the best he had seen in recent years The young man watching expressed his envy of Viscount Grant's good luck. Such a talent can be found in his own territory, and his rating must have been quite high in recent years.

"Please forgive me, because there are some new problems, I may not be able to entertain you for dinner."

Inviting Ian to sit down, Baron Ryan laughed and said: "Ayers has already told me about your purpose of coming, as a psyker, there is naturally a need for the extract of Xiahui grass, so I have prepared it in advance. get ready."

"Don't worry, I don't intend to take money. For such a young alchemist, a genius who is favored by Master Gosai, even as a favor, why is it difficult to give you an excellent quality nourishing extract?"

Hearing this, the alarm bells rang in Ian's heart - he knew quite well that free things are the most expensive.

Baron Ryan wants to give himself an excellent quality?At least two hundred talers, Viscount Grant and himself don't have such a big face.

But what the other party said next was quite reasonable: "I know that you are also a genius appraiser, and has also been recognized by Master Gesai. Even Mr. Yinfang from Nauman City has strongly recommended it to me several times."

"So, I have an ancient treasure from the mountain people, and I would like you to have a little identification."

"Don't worry, I know this is difficult. In fact, I have already found other appraisers to appraise it before, and now, I only hope to get another perspective."

The black-haired and blue-eyed noble looked urgent. He was obviously too lazy to pretend his thoughts, but Ian didn't hesitate, and he agreed: "No problem."

"However, my level is still quite immature, please forgive me if I make mistakes."

"No way."

The baron laughed again, then stood up: "Let's go, I'll take you to the alchemy laboratory."

The alchemy laboratory is located on the third floor of the castle. Baron Ryan is indeed an alchemist. After all, his territory mainly produces various alchemy materials and sublimation plants. It is a bit difficult for an alchemist.

When following the other party, Ian knew that things were a bit troublesome, but he couldn't refuse.

Baron Ryan talked about this, if he didn't want to be sent out of the country, and if he couldn't buy high-quality psychic nourishing extract, he had to agree no matter what—so there was no need to think about it.

The only thing to be curious about is what the 'mountain people's ancient relics' are.

Compared with the second floor, the third floor is very bright. The pyroxene lamps hang around as if they don't need money, and there is probably a vent somewhere, and there is always a cool wind blowing in the corridor.

But when Baron Ryan led Ian to the laboratory at the end of the corridor, Ian found that at the door of a room in the corridor, there was a little girl with white skin quietly watching him and the baron.

This little girl was about six or seven years old, with dark blue hair, and her eyes were a kind of purple red like sunset. She stood quietly at the door, without saying a word, and looked directly at it.

"Linda? What's the matter, are you hungry?"

The baron naturally also saw the little girl, he stepped forward, hugged the little girl with one arm, and said with concern: "If you are hungry, ask Moda to take care of it, and he will arrange for a maid to deliver food for you... Haha, just kidding." Now, this is my adopted daughter Linda."

Halfway through, he smiled and turned his head to look at Ian, then turned back and told the little girl: "Come on, what did Dad teach you before? What should I say now?"

The little girl's thinking seemed a little slow, she stared at Ian for a while, and then said in a crisp voice: "Brother..."

"Brother, it's delicious."

"It's brother, hello."

Baron Ryan corrected, and then the girl named Linda followed suit: "Brother, hello~"

"Hello too, little lady."

Ian smiled and watched Baron Ryan send the little girl back to a room full of pink tones. The blue-eyed nobleman seemed a little embarrassed: "Linda's brain has been stimulated, and now she can't speak normally, but she actually Very smart, writing is much faster than speaking."

"Because of that accident, both her parents died, so I adopted her and the other two children."

"Where, I understand very well."

Ian stared thoughtfully at the little girl who was sitting blankly on his bed, and then watched Baron Ryan close the door.

He responded with a smile: "My younger brother is just a little older than Linda. He used to have difficulty expressing his thoughts normally for some reasons. I understand this situation very well."

"That's it." Baron Ryan was a little surprised.

He noticed Ian looking at his left arm, and then laughed again: "You can really bear it, if it were Ailes, I'm afraid the first sentence would be 'Raporte, why did you break your hand?'. "

"Just basic etiquette."

Ian was polite on the surface, but he couldn't help complaining about the viscount's bad image in the outside world—he assured that Viscount Grant would never be so disrespectful.

Oh, they Port Harrison are really frontier country savages, that's all right.

"I'm sure you know that too."

The baron seemed to be talking, and he said with emotion: "I encountered an outrageous theft a few days ago - a group of thieves forcibly robbed a batch of refined two-year-old Xiahuicao extract, which is the most A semi-finished product of a good tonic extract.”

"I happened to be there at the time, and I was accidentally attacked by the other party, and my left arm was cut off... Sigh, I was too careless. Ms. Yingguang also came here for this matter, and she is tracking down the chain of action of a group of cult members. , but I don’t think this has anything to do with cultists, it should be done by people from Flameland.”

- Just blow it.

thought Ian.This bragging was even more exaggerated than Viscount Grant, and Feiyan was almost moved to tears. At least Viscount Grant dared not say that Feiyan's special team could cut off his hand.

If Feiyan Land really had the power to cut off the hands of a second-level nobleman in his own territory, Nanling would have been in chaos long ago, not to mention that the entire Laian collar is so loose, it doesn't seem like it at all. The appearance of the master being attacked.

"Baron Ryan's ability to open his eyes and tell lies at least has a senior professional title, the kind that takes the exam every three years."

The lie was so shoddy that Ian was too embarrassed to pretend that he had heard it.

But maybe, this is a hint from Baron Ryan?He gave himself the excellent level of top-level spiritual nourishment liquid for free, and he was responsible for spreading his stupid nonsense?
According to the nobleman's meandering way of speaking, it is not impossible. For Thaler's sake, as long as someone asks that, then he will say so.

As for why the other party broke his left arm...

Curiosity is a precious thing, and he doesn't want to use it on this matter.

In short, Ian coughed and pretended not to hear: "Baron, the door of the alchemy laboratory is locked, please open the door."

"Haha, I actually forgot the business."

Baron Ryan turned his head without changing his expression, and opened the lock with his fingerprints.

"Please come in."

He opened the door and entered, followed by Ian, looking towards the center of the laboratory.

Next, he stood where he was, his eyes slightly dazed.

Baron Ryan noticed Ian's abnormality, he nodded slightly, and smiled: "It seems that your appraiser ability is indeed not just boasting about Ayers, but you do have real skills, and you can know at a glance which one I want you to appraise. Target."

--certainly.

Ian frowned, he indeed found out what the other party wanted him to identify at a glance.

But it's not like in the past, because of the fog brought by the vision horizon.

In fact, there is not much difference.

Because Ian noticed it at first sight because there was no fog on it!

It was a crystal skull placed among many miscellaneous objects. It was not big, probably only the size of a child's skull in his early ten years old, but it was crystal clear and had a mysterious aura lingering. It looked quite extraordinary at first glance.

According to Ian's instinctive perception, this skull is at least the legacy of a psyker at the peak of the first energy level, and this information can be easily obtained without fog.

But here comes the problem—the precognitive vision doesn’t show it.

In the world of mist, only here is empty.

"It's really interesting."

Ian muttered to himself, and he quickly figured out why.

——This crystal skull is related to a prophet!
(End of this chapter)