Chapter 360: Dare to **** now, and pay back in the future! ? (1/3

  Chapter 360 Dare to **** now, and pay it off later! ? (13)

  Since leaving Port Harrison yesterday, Ian has noticed that something is wrong with the birds on the roadside.

   It was like when he noticed that there was a spiritual imprint left by Weggs on his younger brother's head.

  Today, he also saw many fragments of psionic energy scattered on the tops of the heads and eyes of some flying birds, flowing with light blue light.

   Those little brittle sparrows that tilt their heads to watch the caravan are the carriers, because they are not afraid of people on weekdays, so they are also very suitable for this kind of surveillance work-who would have thought that the usual snacks are to monitor their own eyes?

  At this time, who else, or in other words, who else can send psykers to monitor themselves?

   Because there are too many, Ian doesn't know.

   It must be a powerful force that allows a psyker to monitor himself point-to-point.

  But there may be too many forces staring at him.

  Flameland, the Ellen family, the Marquis of Barton, Whale Song Cliff and Canaan Moore...Because of the maze incident, they may all be very interested in him.

   It's hard to pin down who exactly.

   But he also learned from Viscount Grant.

  —Anyway, it doesn't matter who he is, it will be pushed to Fei Yandi by default.

  The Imperials like to hear this, and they will not doubt it.

   "I repeat."

  The armor is complete, and the blue eyes behind the helmet flicker with the tone of voice, releasing a dangerous breath.

  Ian looked around at the caravan people who were dazed, and then quickly became vigilant, and said in a calm and polite tone: "If the traitor doesn't stand up by himself, but I find it, then I will turn him into an alchemy material."

  He whispered to himself: "It happens that I'm still worried. After leaving Port Harrison, it's very difficult to cultivate some biological substrates... It's much easier to do with living vessels."

  Everyone obviously heard this soliloquy, and there was a burst of horror, and the originally small but continuous noise suddenly stopped.

  In the caravan, those hunters who were accompanying them to participate in the long-distance hunting were immediately isolated, and the surrounding area was empty for several meters.

In the continent of Terra, apart from the stereotype of "explosions and leaks of toxic substances often occur in the studio", bio-alchemists are also often described as "kidnapping outsiders and homeless people as raw materials for biological experiments." ' Such a stereotype.

  Ian didn't intend to refute. On the contrary, he wished that everyone would feel that he was dangerous and scary.

  Since he left his hometown and his younger brother, he doesn't mind being a truly terrifying alchemist in the eyes of outsiders.

   Moreover, such words can also force out the inner ghost.

Turning on the psychic power, Ian glanced at everyone in the caravan one by one. Most of the caravan members are white people, and his perception of him is "green" - after all, they are all from his own family, and they have received his favor to some extent. The favorability is good.

   In the team of hunters and herbal gatherers, most of them are gray and white, which proves that they don't have any good or bad feelings towards themselves that can 'influence their choices'.

  But just after Ian said the threat, a hunter with a slightly embarrassed expression suddenly turned light red.

   "It really does exist."

  The young man nodded knowingly, and said in his heart: "It seems that I guessed right, to attract a group of monsters, it really needs an internal response."

  With his psychic power, he can't directly tell who is the inner ghost... After all, as long as the inner ghost has no malice towards him, it will be fine.

The inner ghost only needs to complete the opponent's mission, for example, smearing some special tracking powder on the caravan's car. This kind of method can't even be said to be aimed at anyone. It is ordinary to leave a mark. Ian can't see that the opponent is right own attitude.

  But once such a threat is made, out of self-danger and fear, the emotional changes and targeting become obvious and intense.

  However, before Ian could speak, the hunter who accidentally met Ian's eyes blushed, put down the sword in his hand and the bow on his back, and stood up trembling.

   This surprised Ian: "You actually admitted it?"

   "Master, I, I just pass on the price of the goods in the market at ordinary times... I didn't expect the other party to be someone from Flame Land!"

  Hearing Ian's regretful tone, the hunter who even dared to draw a knife to fight the reef-eating sea otter in close quarters shivered.

  Ian is not only a sublimator, but also a decorated knight, and the real steward of this caravan. Even Warcraft dare not oppose him.

  With strength, power and prestige, how dare he speak up.

  The most important thing is that the hunter is not a fool. When he saw Ian's psychic eyes locked on him, he knew that he had been exposed... A well-known appraiser must have good eyesight.

  It’s still a psychic, maybe he can read minds?

  Since this is the case, why not be honest, how much money did the people from Flame Land give him? It's not worth being harsh.

   I have to say that the stereotype of psykers is also very useful—"Psykers can read minds" is a false news, but it does make many people dare not lie to psykers.

   "Tie him up."

   Without saying much, Ian ordered the guards on the side, and then waved to the crowd: "Let's leave, he's the only one. The monsters probably won't come back tonight, everyone has worked hard."

  He turned his head and told the cook: "Sira, give the big guy an extra meal tonight."

"Yes!"

  Both the guards and the cook responded one by one, and the dejected inner ghost was **** and taken aside, waiting for Ian's interrogation.

  The result of the interrogation was actually very simple—he didn't lie, he really didn't know that the other party was from Flameland.

  His usual assistance is to help some guys who look like businessmen to collect market information about Port Harrison and surrounding towns and certain chambers of commerce.

  Including the receiving prices of grain, iron products, handicrafts, herbs and hunting of monsters.

As an old hunter who can participate in remote hunting, it is not difficult to find out the data of several familiar chambers of commerce. He thinks that this is why other chambers of commerce want to obtain the details of competitors. Take money for wine, but don't take white.

   As for the matter of 'luting reef-eating sea otters' to attack the caravan, he complained loudly.

   "I really didn't know about the monster attack. I planned to fight at first—if I attracted it... No, how could I attract it? I'm not stupid, and they didn't give me so much money!"

"To tell you the truth." Ian ignored the yelling hunter, and said to the ashen-colored chamber of commerce on the other side: "The target of the people in Flameland is me. I guess they used some method to locate this guy, and then manipulated him." The small animals induced monsters to attack the convoy."

   "I'm really sorry, master, this time it's our dereliction of duty..."

   "I said it all, it's for me."

  Ian shook his head. Since he became a knight, people who used to call him 'Ian' have changed their names to call him master... Only Brin called him by his name because he knew him better.

   After all, there are so many names, it is normal to choose the one that is least error-prone.

  In addition, Ian is now wearing a helmet, so he can't see that too young face, which makes it easier for others to shout.

  He thought about it for a while, and then said: "In the daytime tomorrow, find a guard to take him back. The Viscount must want to live, and Feiyan must have some other purpose in searching the material data of Nanling Town."

   "I understand." The steward nodded seriously, but then he was startled: "Wait, master, what are you going to do?"

   "What else can I do." Ian, who had already put on his sword, turned his back to the steward and said, "Of course it is to get rid of those people from Feiyandi."

  —Dare to spy and test now, and pay back later?

  If he doesn't unplug these guys, how can he leave in peace.

  (end of this chapter)