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Chapter 868 Heavens (?) Ian Sharing Group! (Take leave tomorrow!)

—I am a dog.

The elderly man was walking on the somewhat mottled stone avenue, and the Marquis of Barton, who was wearing a hat to hide his identity, was walking in his own city. He looked around the clean and tidy streets, and the pedestrians walked leisurely, and he couldn't help but say this sentence in his heart.

——An old dog that patrols his territory and comes out for a walk from time to time.

Lowering his eyes, the Marquis of Barton heard the melodious sound of an organ not far away. On the street near the sea, a bard had set up a table and hung up a signboard, and was concentrating on playing at the moment.

This is a quite capable bard. The Marquis of Barton has often hidden his identity to visit the cities of the South Ridge over the years, but there are only a few bards who can play with different instruments every day like this one. different tunes.

The table was a little rusty, and passers-by stopped to watch it, and the old Marquis also stopped to listen to the other party's performance for a while, and then left silently.

Dog is not a pejorative adjective.

In Terra's culture, dogs are loyal, responsible, friends, a symbol of calmness and intimacy.

Du Limbo's vicious dog, the sharp-toothed knight in the east, and the watchdog of the landkeepers... People praised Barton Henriel for his loyalty and sensitivity, and no abnormalities could hide from his sense of smell.

He can always catch all the sneaky spies who intend to sneak into South Ridge most accurately, and he can always tell who is not 'loyal' at the first time.

Yes, he could tell.

It can be seen that the long and handsome boy with white hair has nothing to do with loyalty at all.

The exiled descendant of the Ciehalorvo family, the knight in Harrison Port, who was exiled, had no education related to the empire since he was a child, and he was blind and confused when he said that he was loyal to the empire.

But he pushed the young man up anyway.Push up with your best strength.

Because he could see that the boy had abilities beyond ordinary people.

The old dog smelled it.

[Success and fame] taste.

The humid summer sea breeze swept across the street. An old dog lying in front of the house shook its head and stared at the entrance of the street with dim eyes.

It is old, and it has fulfilled all the responsibilities that should be performed, and has achieved all the merits that it should have. The owner likes it very much, and specially made a special kennel for it, which is comfortable and warm enough for it to enjoy its old age.

It has enough food, and its ability is still there. If there are bandits, it will definitely be able to bark like it did when it was young, to alert its master and protect its own house.

But it's dying.In other words, it saw its end and smelled danger... The old dog was a little scared.

Are you afraid of dying?
Of course not, if it is afraid of death, how could it not nest in its own kennel, but continue to lie at the door of the house?

What it is afraid of is 'not guaranteed at the end of the festival'.

Now, the environment is getting worse and worse. Some time ago, an outsider wanted to invade the house, and the momentum was fierce. Fortunately, it was ready to lead the thief into the house and take it down in one fell swoop-but this was only one time. He was old and could not Go all out and do it a few times.

It's going to die.

It's okay to say now, in a few years, if outsiders want to invade the house, will it still be able to move?Can you still throw people down?Can you still scream and protect your family?
The old dog has no other superfluous thoughts.It has always been loyal, courageous, steady and reliable.It just wants to let itself have a later life that can keep its fame in the first life...

A strong enough, smart enough successor.

As for loyalty, that's none of his business. It has been loyal to its lord, and others have nothing to do with it.

"What will my title become after I die?"

Staring at the old dog in front of him, thinking of this, the Marquis of Barton couldn't help laughing: "Henriel's Bai Yan, is he an ordinary governor of Nanling?"

"If Ian hadn't been there, I'm afraid that would have been the same for me. I was a governor on the border of the empire, retired and passed away with little fame, and everything was forgotten, but in general, I can enjoy my old age in peace."

"but……"

He still wanted a better name engraved on his tombstone.

Soon, the Marquis came to the seaside.

He stood on the beach and looked up at the high sky above the blue sea.

There, far away in the sky, an airship is slowly flying in - Canaan Moore and the Empire communicated with each other on the airship channel, which is a signal that the exchanges between the two countries will become more frequent in the future.

But now, its arrival only represents one thing.

The young man chosen by himself, the speaker of the people of Nanling who secretly supported him, the inspector knight, the messenger of the dragon god... the lord of Xiahui, the Earl of Yinfeng, the prophet of Nanling is about to return.

— Can he understand what I mean by doing this?He is so young, can he really understand why I support him, and why I let my son take a step back and let him take the top instead?

——Can this clever little fox, the eagle soaring in the sky, understand the deep meaning of this old watchdog like me?

——Can this ambitious Bai Zhimin really understand the future he has to face?

The Marquis of Barton didn't know.

He couldn't see through Ian, just like he couldn't see through his majesty.

The only people the old dog can see through are those with clear goals and clear interests—if the enemy wants to invade, he can smell hostility; if there is corruption inside, he can smell greed.

However, his Majesty, the prince and daughter, and this prophet... are all complicated things.

They are all monsters whose thoughts and thoughts are far from those of ordinary humans.

They are all strong men who have surpassed the 'human limit' and reached the 'fourth energy level', and a 'genius' who is destined to advance to the fourth energy level in the future.

The Marquis of Barton didn't know the answer.

So he waits.

Waiting for the arrival of the Prophet.

As time passed, the sun slowly set, and under the radiance of the setting sun, the airship also slowly landed.

Not far from the square in the city center, people are already waiting.The city hall of Naumann has arranged for wine and fruit, as well as free cakes and cheap meat. This is a celebration, a celebration of the return of the prophet.

Officials from the Academy of Gnosis and the Noble Hall of the Empire walked out of the airship one after another, and stood respectfully on both sides one after another, forming a road.The knights were silent, guarding with long spears, and behind them, a slender young man with a smiling face stepped out of the airship.

His pupils are warm blue, and his long hair is pure white and clear, hanging on his waist. The silver peak's family crest is tattooed on the white robe on his body, which is an ice blue layer that is difficult for ordinary people to see, but can be seen by the Marquis of Barton. Ripples covered his whole body, and a hazy star was faintly condensed behind him.

He already has a heart light body, and the aura of a goblin is even stronger... Yes, he is indeed more like a goblin than a human. How could Falling Star City let such a genius go?
Fortunately, it is a goblin, and the empire can accept it. If it is Long Island, even if there is an ancient contract, the emperor will be angry.

The Prophet smiled and looked around at all the people who greeted him, the knights and officials who bowed to him and flanked him-even the nobles were among them.

Most of the nobles in Nanling are barons, and there are only a few viscounts, who are the supervisors of the exile places at the junction of the South China Sea, the Southeast China Sea and the Western Mountains.There is no earl in Nanling, only a marquis governor. This is a proof that Nanling has not been fully developed and is not a 'king's land'.

And now, the first Earl of Nanling was born.

right in front of their eyes.

So even those sublimated aristocrats who are also emperors in their own territories took the trouble to come to Nauman City to welcome the return of the Earl, who represents a new signal and a new era... to welcome the prophet who guides their way .

The Marquis of Barton is old, and everyone knows who will rule Nanling in the future.

The Marquis of Barton stood at the end of the carpet in the airship passage, while the white-haired earl walked down the steps of the airship and stepped on the carpet.

The young man looked up and saw the old man.

—Will he respect me?
—Can he understand me?
——Can he know the meaning of this welcome?
——Can he understand that I, Barton Henriel, summoned all the nobles and officials in the South Ridge to come here to greet him, is it to explain something?

All thoughts are like dandelions in the wind, spinning and drifting away.

Because the surprised voice of the young man broke all myths.

"Lord Marquis!"

The Prophet, who was supposed to be dignified and steady, took the posture of a great Nanling aristocrat, opened his arms happily when he saw the old superior, stepped forward with joy on his face, and walked forward quickly: "You have come to welcome me too. It makes me so happy and ashamed.”

"I wanted to take the initiative to visit you, but you really don't need to pick me up at the scene!"

He is so sincere, so heartfelt, and sincere—if Barton hadn't been able to fully see that it was too real, so he had some fake acting skills, he might have been moved by it.

No.

Even seeing it, he was very moved.

"Ugh."

Taking a step forward, the Marquis of Barton reached out to hug the young Bai Zhimin who was walking quickly, and patted him on the back vigorously.The old man whispered in the other's ear: "You are still so smart, so sensible, and so thoughtful."

"You know you're acting, but you actually have bad intentions, but you still like you from the bottom of your heart."

"That's ridiculous, my lord."

In this regard, the young man's sincere voice sounded: "You are so sensible, you are so cautious but dare to make a choice, I admire you very much."

"Only a smart person like you is worthy of my respect from the bottom of my heart."

The two sides let go of their hands and untied their hugs.

Ian Yinfeng didn't seem to care about his Earl status at all, a prophetic status that was equal to any great noble in the empire. He bowed his head deeply to the Marquis of Barton, and made a salute from a junior to an elder: "If it wasn't for the Marquis My lord's great love and support will never achieve what I have achieved today."

—He lowered his head.

—He still respects me.

—He understood exactly what I meant and understood what I was thinking.

Therefore, in his heart, the Marquis of Barton also lowered his head.

So the smarter and more cunning people are, the more they respect others.

This may be the original meaning of respect—both sides bow their heads to each other, both understand each other, and both achieve each other.

Therefore, we can cooperate and climb to higher heights.

— My king, do you still respect me?That's why Ian was honored as the earl, so that he can prevent me from giving up all my previous efforts and not being guaranteed at the end of the day?

maybe.The Marquis of Barton no longer thought about these things.

"All of this is due to your own hard work and talent. Earl Silver Peak, please come, everyone is waiting for you."

Patting Ian on the shoulder, the Marquis of Barton motioned for others to follow, then turned around and walked towards the city hall side by side with Ian: "The people in the square are still celebrating. You will have a speech later. Just say something."

"Are you ready?"

"of course."

Regarding the inquiry from the Marquis of Barton, the young earl smiled slightly, and he seemed a little impatient to say: "I have already made all the preparations."

"It's just that, Lord Marquis, there is one more thing I need you to help me prepare."

"What's the matter?" Marquis Barton said, "Say, others will do it."

"That's it, Lord Marquis, I need a large amount of raw materials for the 'Elixir of Brightness', and a large amount of raw materials for the 'Elixir of Fear'."

The youngest alchemy genius in the empire, even the master alchemist, uttered a request that made the Marquis of Barton feel a little confused: "The quality must be good, and there should be no impurities."

"Don't worry, there will be no problem, I will be of great use."

The Marquis of Barton looked at Ian seriously.

After understanding the meaning of the other party, he stared at the boy's face seriously, and questioned: "Is it necessary?"

"The face is not enough."

The Prophet said frankly: "And since it's a lie, it's better to exaggerate it."

"Trust me, there are no side effects, I promise."

"...Young people play real flowers..."

The Marquis of Barton sighed, waved his hand, called a messenger, and then gave the order.

After instructing, he turned his head and looked at Ian: "The materials will be delivered later. You can refine it yourself, so don't make any mistakes."

"Well. Prepare some atomizers for me, and I will use the source quality to control it myself."

After all the pre-requirements were prepared, Ian came to the Municipal Alchemy Room of Nauman City.

But here, waiting for the arrival of the 'speech potion material', he didn't think about how to speak or use the next 'manuscript' or 'potion'.

In front of his forehead, a crown of stars lit up.

The cross stars intertwine to form the shape of a crown. These cyan gemstones are dim in color, and there is no light shining in them... However, at the very front of the crown, there are two star cores that flicker slightly, and light up from time to time, illuminating the crown. To that scarlet and blazing core.

But now, the third gemstone leaning to the left, on the side of the scarlet worm path, lit up with an extremely bright golden light.

This brilliance is like the explosion of a star... No, it is cast by the explosion of a star.

【Guiding Star】

【Road to the Stars】

"...I really didn't expect that the people of Nanling had already been 'guided' by me before I even started to give a speech?"

Sitting on the chair in the alchemy laboratory, Ian slightly opened his eyes, with a faint smile on his mouth: "It seems that this is the result of the Marquis of Barton sincerely treating me as a 'successor'... Yes, I am already an earl , is the second largest noble in Nanling."

"And the most noble governor, the Marquis of Barton, will no longer govern and interfere with me, so using my ability to guide the entire South Ridge is not a matter of turning back?"

Smiling softly, Ian's eyes also lit up with a blue light: "Alright, the guiding star becomes stronger, and it will also allow me to see more truths and get more technologies."

This is the first time he fully activated his heart light body 'Guiding Star' after he knew his own essence and transformed into a fairy.

And at the moment of activation, the boy's expression changed slightly: "Oh? There is already feedback?"

"This is... the battle report of the swarm path? Did he listen to my advice?"

In the guiding star, within the scarlet gemstone, faintly transmitted information originating from parallel time and space.

It was the neighing of the swarm, and it was also a thankful 'like' and 'good review', as well as a 'reward'.

Obviously, he was very satisfied with Ian's previous opinions and technology. Ian, the insect swarm in the parallel time and space, is estimated to have overcome a difficulty now, so he began to 'reward' to the prophet Ian to 'reward'.

The real ability of Guiding Star is officially starting to operate at this moment!
　Work and rest have recently resumed!But the body and the update time have not fully recovered. Take a day off tomorrow, adjust it, conceive the next new plot, and then resume the update at 8 o'clock in the morning!The amount of updates will come back slowly, you can trust me!

　
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