Chapter 145: Great Evil Desperate Sign (1/4)

  Chapter 145 Omen of Death (14)

   "How's it going, Ian? Any results?"

  When Ian walked down the stairs with a serious face, he was walking back and forth in front of the counter of the grocery store. Sai Nan, who didn't hide even the slightest anxiety, suddenly smiled.

  He stepped forward and asked urgently, "What's the result?"

  Because Ian was staring at himself seriously and realized his gaffe, Sai Nan coughed lightly, and then managed to return to normal: "I... have been in a hurry to spend money recently, and I'm a little anxious."

"Um…"

After pondering for a while, Ian maintained his pressure on Sai Nan, and then slowly said: "Very good, Uncle Sai Nan... What you sent is a radiation variant of Taixi fluorescent algae, with a little thunder source It is a very high-quality raw material for inscription light ink."

   "Together, this bag is worth a complete Warcraft material, and can be made into at least five bottles of first-level high-level high-quality light ink. The price of this generation of algae is about 140 talers or more."

  The glossy ink Ian himself used to make the anti-shock armor is all incompetent-level ordinary glossy ink. Although a bottle costs more than a dozen talers, it is only a premium in Port Harrison.

   As for the first-level inscription light ink, a bottle starts at seventy talers. It can be used to manufacture the core ignition module of the alchemy cannon. It is considered a strategic material reserve, and the price is naturally extremely high.

   As he said this, Ian opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows, his tone raised slightly: "Recently, there are a lot of elf pirates on Canaan Moore, and the goods can't arrive. The city hall and the alchemy workshop are both worried."

  He leaned forward slightly, and asked tentatively: "How about I pay for it?"

   "Although the success rate of my alchemy is not high, I can make money if the success rate is more than half. It's just a good time to practice the technique of making light and ink."

  One hundred and forty talers is a real huge sum of money. The annual salary of the guards in the Viscount's mansion is only this amount. Of course, it can't compare with the attendance allowance.

  Ian's appraisal results are not much except for the share of Elder Purdue and Viscount Grant, and most of them are invested in the daily consumption of alchemy inscription practice, as well as the food and clothing of him and the Elland brothers.

   But even so, no one would doubt that Ian was unable to come up with the money.

The white-haired boy stared at the fisherman in front of him. Theoretically speaking, if Sai Nan really wanted to sell for money, he should be overjoyed at this time - after the appraisal, there is no need to find a buyer, no need to worry about being cheated, the one who bought it is still himself For an acquaintance with a good relationship, Ian will not cheat him at a low price.

   Everyone has something to earn, which is very convenient.

   It can be said that selling this bag of fluorescent algae to Ian is the best choice in theory.

  But Ian noticed that Sai Nan's expression became visibly flustered.

"Uh…"

   It can be seen that the fisherman has thought about the reason as much as possible. He racked his brains and said intermittently: "This bag of fluorescent algae... um. It has been ordered!"

   "Although they offer a similar price... But, how to say, I am not at ease! So, I came to you to check the price..."

Having said that, it undoubtedly took Sai Nan a lot of effort to fabricate lies to Ian. His face and ears turned red and he said, "Yes, that's it. I'm sorry, Ian, I can't sell this bag of fluorescent algae to you. !"

   "That's it."

  Bai Zhimin boy sighed. He sat on his counter, put his elbows on his knees, propped his face helplessly and said, "So you are really here to appraise things on behalf of others?"

   "Huh? This..."

   Immediately, Sai Nan's brain shut down. He tried hard to refute, but in the end he couldn't form a sentence: "No, I'm not... this..."

Seeing this, Ian could only shake his head sympathetically: "Oh, Uncle Sai Nan, next time you lie, remember to prepare a good draft, and don't lie to me, I have psychic powers. Of course, it's best not to lie to others. You're not fit for this kind of thing."

"Now."

  At this moment, water-colored brilliance lit up in his eyes: "Tell me what's going on."

   "It's about your life, so don't lie this time."

  Outside the window, the clouds in the distance of Harrison Port are surging, and an early spring thunderstorm is gathering.

  In the windless house, he stared at the nervous middle-aged fisherman.

  With little flames ignited in the depths of the eyes, invisible power spread, and Ian saw a deep black air permeating Sai Nan's eyebrows.

  The scarlet blood covered his whole body, thick and thick, carrying a biting murderous intent.

  —a sign of death.

  At this moment, Ian looked solemn. He stared at the fisherman in front of him who didn't dare to speak: "Is he threatened by someone, or was he involved in some conspiracy? If there is something unspeakable, I can ask Elder Pude to solve it."

   "Tell me the truth and we can help you."

  Ian's words were soft and gentle, but extremely convincing.

Mutual help among communities is not empty talk in this era, but the most important way to unite a community family - Ian's preferential identification, and even the use of spiritual powers to help select catches and explore herbs. is such a help.

  Ian’s promise, now, can be regarded as the promise of ‘Elder Pu De’, or even the promise of ‘People of White’.

  With his current status and status, he is fully qualified.

  Ian believes that if Sai Nan was only threatened by some external sublimation person, or he cooperated with dangerous people, and he has not figured out the status, he should confess to him now.

  But what was unexpected to the young man was that even though he had said it so clearly, Sai Nan's expression was still uncertain, as if he wanted to say something, but it was still difficult to speak.

   "Really going to die."

   Realizing that his old friend was still hesitating, even Ian was a little angry: "You know I'm not lying—my psychic premonition is very strong, you are very dangerous now!"

   "For example, it's like the risk of spreading yourself a layer of honey and sesame oil and going around the indigenous camp naked!"

   Of course, Sai Nan is not the kind of person who doesn't listen to persuasion. In fact, the first time Ian spoke, he thought about whether to confess.

  Others don't know, so can he still not know how strong Ian's psychic premonition is?

  As psykers of the perception and detection department, their psychic premonitions can vaguely perceive good and bad things about themselves, so they can choose not to go out at a specific time to avoid disasters.

  And a 'genius' with extremely high perception like Ian can even foresee the disasters of others and even objects.

  If there is a premonition, the flower pot will be smashed, the horse will stumble, and the human will have an accident.

If you don't obey, Kamai who was swallowed alive by the sharp-clawed tiger three years ago, Icaro who was skinned by robbers the same year, the Omo brothers who were swept away by the tide two years ago, and inexplicably disappeared in the mountains just a year and a half ago , Ms. Shaka, who is estimated to be eaten by the natives, is the best example.

  Why not in the last year?

  Because everyone believed Ian’s words in the past year!

  Whether anyone who believed in it lived or not, we don’t know.

   But the unbelievers are all dead, and everyone can still see it.

   Not to mention, Ian's ability has been approved by Viscount Grant!

It is said that in the typhoon a year and a half ago, it was his early warning that saved a merchant ship of the Viscount from being capsized by the storm, and avoided the loss of a large merchant ship, a dozen sailors and almost 6,000 talers of cargo .

  Since then, Viscount Grant even arranged for Ian a vacant job in the alchemy workshop. Even if he doesn't work, he can still receive three Thaler's remuneration per week, as well as various subsidies.

   It was also that premonition reminder that all the people of Bai basically acquiesced in the identity of Ian's future elder heir.

  —Bullshit! Who doesn't want the leader of their own family to lead the big guys to turn bad luck into good luck and avoid losses?

   Even if it is not that accurate, at least it is better than others!

   "Is it so dangerous... I thought it was just a big order, a group of monster hunters..."

   His expression was solemn, Sai Nan was indeed a good person, he said to himself with fear: "No wonder they demanded me not to disclose the information, so I said why there is such a strange request..."

  He didn't lie, nor did he come to appraise the goods on behalf of others—the price of the seaweed was his deposit.

   It's just that the group of 'clients' want him to return the identification results and seaweed for research after he comes back, and they pay cash instead.

   But it would be better to say that he is a very nice person, so after thinking that his confession might cause trouble to Ian and other Bai people, Sai Nan began to hesitate whether to tell the truth frankly.

  (end of this chapter)