above the sky

Chapter 84
Ian didn't know what Hilliard did today, but he guessed that it must have something to do with the sea beast invasion in Harrison Port today.

According to the momentum of the sequoia natives coming out in full force this time, the spirit of the sea among the four major totem spirits of the sequoia, the two giant eels entrenched in the depths of the ocean, cannot fail to move out, but they have not seen eels from beginning to end.

Most people in the empire might guess that it was the interference of the big storm, but Ian believed that all this was 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 saw the obvious increase in wrinkles on the other party's face.

"Well, it's time to rest for a while."

In response to Ian's worried eyes, Hilliard only smiled gently. He reached out and patted the boy's shoulder: "I heard Elan's voice, I guess he must be hungry."

He doesn't want to talk about it.

After Ian nodded silently, he didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he went to clean the soaked stove, and prepared to find a few sealed firewood that hadn't been wet, and started a fire for cooking.

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

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

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

What is this more fundamental 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 a ray of light. .

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

……

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

Wearing dark silver armor, Elder Purdue returned to the city with his guards.

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

Although it seemed brutal, all the people in Harrison Harbor who saw this scene couldn't help cheering - because this was victory, the proof of a great victory!

This war with the Sequoia natives once again ended in a complete victory for Port Harrison.

"Your Excellency Pude, please report this good news to the Viscount instead of me. Now I have to reorganize the team and command the repair of the basic city defense. It is difficult to separate myself."

After entering the city, Yam asked Pude politely, but the elder naturally couldn't refuse, so Dang even agreed, separated from the team, and went to the Viscount's mansion.

This is not a strange thing, even the guards of the Viscount's Mansion did not stop him. Pud quickly passed the guard post and saw Viscount Grant who was alone in the basement testing the damage of the etheric armed forces.

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

"It doesn't look like a serious problem, but the booster 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 etheric armed forces, he explained the process of the battle between the guards and the main force of the natives: "Your Excellency is still in the town to treat the wounded, he is quite angry this time, those natives in the autonomous region The water fetching point nearby kills people, buries corpses and poisons them, causing a plague, and he has been busy with it some time ago."

"The seven shamans killed two and captured one, and six of the fifteen chiefs escaped. This is a big victory."

After the inspection, Pudd nodded to the expressionless Viscount Grant: "There is no urgent problem, so after the storm is over, I will bring tools to repair... Ayers, is there any problem?"

He turned his head to the side, looked at the viscount who was in a somewhat wrong state, and said the other party's name with concern.

"Yeah." The Viscount also nodded slightly, his dark blue pupils seemed to swirl, and he couldn't see anything: "Thank you, Pude. I'm just a little tired now."

"That's fine." Pudd said nothing.

Now, how could he fail to see that the aborigines directly attacked the Viscount's Mansion instead of looting supplies from the more important armory or warehouse area, which proved that there was something extremely important to them in the Viscount's Mansion.

Can he guess something—maybe it's the 'sacred object' and 'secret treasure' that the old viscount snatched from the natives?
Anyway, it will not be used for decades, and it will attract the natives to attack with all their strength. The old man can vaguely guess how many things.

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

Everything is rarely confused.

So he is the best friend of Viscount Grant.

"and many more."

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

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

"The Pattern of Canglan"

"This……"

Seeing the familiar yet unfamiliar title of the book, Elder Pude couldn't help raising his head, and looked at his long-time friend suspiciously and somewhat stunned.

But all he could see was a face that was calm, tired, and nothing else.

"That one's called Ian."

He waved his hand to signal the other party to accept. Viscount Grant propped his face with one hand, and said lightly: "He has potential and is very smart. Others are not very good, and he is probably the only one who can take over your class—but don't Misunderstanding, I don’t think you will die early, but you should always prepare in advance.”

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

"Ether Arms Special Inscriptions... You actually took out this kind of bottom box stuff right now..."

Even Elder Pude couldn't help but look a bit complicated, but he smiled relievedly afterwards: "Are you trying to curse me to death? It's too early to think, at least he won't be able to take over my class in 20 years. Let’s wait until your son is born.”

"Short-sighted old guy, can't a daughter do it?" The Viscount snorted, "I am a nobleman because I value boys over girls."

"This is for your own good, otherwise... hum."

With a similar snort, Elder Pude left the Viscount's 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 nobleman whispered to himself: "Pude, Pude, you don't have to be too wary of me, let him pretend to be stupid in class... how can a truly smart and talented person hide ?”

"20 years? In less than ten years, he will be able to learn everything."

Shaking his head slightly, the Viscount continued to wait.

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

"How about it?"

After the nobleman saw his knight, he couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief. He stood up and asked, "Did those guys say anything?"

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

Yam frowned, and what he brought was not good news: "The aborigines don't know what relics are, they only know the holy land left by their ancestors - not the big redwood forest, the foggy mountain forest, the elephant bone lake and the light algae reef group Such a holy place is 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 authentic body of the ruins."

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

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

"Yes." Yam nodded solemnly: "The aborigines are 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 lost this inheritance."

"It was the big storm eight years ago that destroyed the altar of the Aboriginal Elephant Bone Mountain Ancestor. At the same time, it also enabled the Aboriginals to find their forgotten records of the Holy Land and the remains of the pre-epoch civilization."

"master."

Speaking of this, the knight even pointed out the mistakes made by his lord in the past without shame: "You shouldn't have killed the survivor of the escort."

"If it weren't for this, we might be able to find the ruins earlier than the natives."

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