above the sky

Chapter 480 The Freak Is Good (13)

"Huaiguang is above, people are not dead."

When the young nobleman came to the scene, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the victim who was still breathing.

The people in the imperial capital are no different from those in other places. Everyone will watch, but at least the people in the imperial capital will know that when some fun worth watching is over, they should leave quickly.

Because what happens next is not only boring, but also likely to cause some trouble.

Ian also looked up at the group of guards and medical personnel who came in a hurry.

There are not many guards in the imperial capital, but they can always arrive just right when needed. It is said that there are monitoring psychics in the entire central city. The guards know everything when needed, but they don't really take care of everything.

In the imperial capital, it is too stupid to know everything.

The medical personnel, or the first responders dispatched in an emergency, are a cooperative organization between the local hospital and the Huaiguang Church, and are good at dealing with all kinds of sudden and harmful incidents.

As for the leading noble...

Ian looked at the other party. The other party had long red and gold hair, and his appearance was handsome, with a very spiritual feeling. From both sides of his temples, he could see a row of red-gold long feathers that were heating up, which should be some kind of fire element. The bloodline inheritance of the magic bird,

"Thank you very much for your help, knight."

The nobleman noticed Ian from the very beginning, and at this moment he stepped forward and enthusiastically shook hands with Ian: "You prevented a tragic incident from happening on the streets of the imperial capital, and we and the victims will be grateful to you."

"May I ask your name?" he asked politely.

"Ian."

The white-haired boy shook hands with the other party, and after hearing that Ian did not report his surname, the young nobleman frowned in an indiscernible manner, and then felt a little happy—that is, Ian, who has a silver chip, can aware.

But he still smiled and said, "I'm Waldo from the Norca family. Please forgive my subordinate's recklessness. He didn't honk his horn while driving the transport vehicle, and this poor victim probably has never seen a transport vehicle. I didn't have time to dodge... what a tragedy, please allow me to apologize for them."

"Actually, I have nothing to be unhappy about. There is a free experimenter who can test my medicine, and there is no need to sign a volunteer contract, which saves a lot of trouble."

Ian took his hand away from Waldo's overly enthusiastic hands calmly, and he smiled calmly: "This is not your fault, Mr. Waldo, there is no need to apologize, the driver has already apologized." There have been many times where the victim may need to be treated, please bring the emergency personnel up."

"Yes."

Waldo stepped aside, and the first aid team headed by the clergyman came to the victim whose leg had been amputated and frozen.

"The vital signs are stable." "The blood has stopped, and the life activity is 1152% of the normal value. I am honored, what kind of medicine is this?"

"Be careful not to break the ice layer. It's used to stop bleeding... Where's the universal plasma? Get ready to inject it."

"Sir, are you awake? I advise you to remain in a coma for a while, and then we will inject anesthesia." "You are the family members of the victim? Please come with us, and then we will talk about the treatment process... ..."

And just as the emergency personnel were dealing with it, the clergyman with light came to Ian.

He drew two concentric circles, one big and one small, on his chest, and said in a respectful tone: "This knight, I'm sorry, but what medicine did you inject this gentleman before? It works very well, we I want to know the specific data, so that I can cooperate with the subsequent treatment and regeneration process."

"The general regenerative potion has been improved to a certain extent, it can enhance the regenerative power and stimulate the production of all-powerful cells. It is a new method under the process of Sola's strengthening theorem."

Ian gave a standard answer: "No one has used the specific effect except myself. That gentleman is the first one. I also need to collect his relevant data. I think we can share it."

"Thank you for your generosity, knight, that fee..."

Ian nodded: "You don't need to give me money, remember to take good care of my experimental subject."

"Thank you for your generosity." The clergyman also nodded earnestly. He directed the team to take the victims of the car accident away from the place, and the guards had already started cleaning the scene. Even the transport vehicle was driven by a new driver. Continue with your mission.

"Will this make you happy, knight, this thing is so precious, I dare not do it... um. Give it away."

While Waldo watched the whole process, he was quite surprised by Ian's choice: "And this is your unique improvement potion. Sharing data with the church is not a wise alchemist's move."

It can be seen that the young nobleman is actually fighting for Ian: "Also, I can see that your regeneration potion is very powerful... It's not the medicinal material or the formula itself, but your technique."

"It's too cheap for the group of people from Huaiguang Church to get it like this!"

"Maybe I have better potions and techniques."

Ian didn't explain too much, looked at the place where the blood was before, and asked thoughtfully: "I'm sorry, I haven't been here for a long time, Mr. Waldo, is there any regulations for the next step?"

"Nope. The victim was properly dealt with, the driver will be retrained later, and the matter is over. We will provide part of the victim's medical expenses. To be honest, he didn't avoid the transport vehicle. It can't be all the driver's fault. Wrong—after all, he is carrying out an urgent mission of the Alchemy Association."

Waldo shrugged. If someone died, it might be a little troublesome, but it was just a loss of money to fire the employees: "Are you also here to participate in the alchemist assessment? It's hard to imagine such a young elite alchemist. Who is your teacher."

"I don't know, Ian Knight, am I lucky enough to invite you to a later dinner?"

He initiated an invitation to Ian, and the white-haired boy staring at the road seemed to have just realized it. He smiled slightly, but declined: "The alchemist examination? Ah, indeed. But I'm sorry, Mr. Waldo, I already have an appointment." Yes. I am going to the seventh floor to meet Mr. Isengard of the Ellen family, it is really a pity."

"Oh? The Ellen family..."

Waldo was obviously unhappy when he heard Ian's refusal at first, but when he heard about the Ellen family later, the member of the Norca family thought of something, and then looked at Ian seriously.

——The badge of the inspector knight, so young, Bai Zhimin, so good-looking, and... Sure enough, accompanied by goblins.

He noticed Hua An and Shuang Die who were waiting at the side, and immediately understood.

Waldo immediately changed his expression of surprise and admiration: "Are you the guest of the Ellen family? I'm sorry, it seems that I was a little presumptuous and delayed your appointment."

"I didn't expect that you are even more talented than the rumors—at this age, many alchemists under my family can't compare!"

"Where, I didn't make it clear at the beginning."

Ian also replied softly: "It was a pleasant conversation, but please forgive me for leaving. I have already lost a lot of time here, and I am afraid I will be late."

"I was the one who interrupted."

Waldo took a step back, and Ian also turned around, leaving the place with Hua An and Frost Butterfly.

Watching the Bai Zhimin boy leave the street and walk towards the seventh-floor area, the young nobleman with red-blond hair narrowed his eyes slightly.

His originally enthusiastic expression gradually turned cold: "A commoner who doesn't even have a surname, what kind of airs are you putting on...Even Isengard would not refuse my invitation so directly."

He shook his head with some displeasure: "Spending so much money to save a commoner...experimental materials? Alchemists are indeed a bunch of freaks. Forget it, at least one problem has been solved, so go back and continue drinking."

Ian, who left the street, could still hear this soliloquy.

"Freak." He whispered to himself, then smiled: "Maybe. It's not a bad title."

(End of this chapter)