Chapter 375: Prophet's Head (3/3)

  Chapter 375 Head of the Prophet (33)

  On the surface, Baron Ryan looks like a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes, a confident and hearty demeanor.

  His face is relatively hard, which is different from the imperial people. It should be the blood of the mountain people, and the gray-blue eyes prove this point.

He was quite informal, his eyes lit up when he saw Ian, he stepped forward and patted Ian's shoulder heavily with his right hand, while boasting that the boy was the youngest, the most talented and the best he had seen in recent years The young man watching expressed his envy of Viscount Grant's good luck. Such a talent can be found in his own territory, and his rating must have been quite high in recent years.

   "Please forgive me, because there are some new problems, I may not be able to entertain you."

Inviting Ian to sit down, Baron Ryan laughed and said: "Ayers has already told me about your purpose of coming, as a psyker, there is naturally a need for the extract of Xiahui grass, so I have prepared it in advance. get ready."

   "Don't worry, I don't intend to take money. Such a young alchemist, a genius who is favored by Master Gosai, even if it is a favor, why is it difficult to give you an excellent quality nourishing extract?"

  Hearing this, the alarm bells rang in Ian's heart—he knew quite well that free things are the most expensive.

   Baron Ryan wants to give himself an excellent quality? At least two hundred talers, Viscount Grant and himself don't have such a big face.

  But what the other party said next was quite reasonable: "I know that you are also a genius appraiser, and he has also been recognized by Master Goser. Even Mr. Yinfang from Nauman City has strongly recommended it to me several times."

   "So, I have an ancient treasure from the mountain people, and I would like you to have a little identification."

   "Don't worry, I know this is difficult. In fact, I have already found other appraisers to appraise it before, and now, I only hope to get another perspective."

  The black-haired and blue-eyed noble looked urgent. He was obviously too lazy to pretend his thoughts, but Ian didn't hesitate, and he agreed: "No problem."

   "However, my level is still quite immature, please forgive me if I make mistakes."

   "No, no, no."

  The baron laughed again, then stood up: "Let's go, I'll take you to the alchemy laboratory."

  The alchemy laboratory is located on the third floor of the castle. Baron Ryan is indeed an alchemist. After all, his territory mainly produces various alchemy materials and sublimation plants. It is a bit difficult for an alchemist.

  When following the other party, Ian knew that things were a bit troublesome, but he couldn't refuse.

   Baron Ryan talked about this, if he didn't want to be sent out of the country, and if he couldn't buy high-quality psychic nourishing extract, he had to agree no matter what—so there was no need to think about it.

  The only curious thing is what the 'Mountain People's Antiques' are.

  Compared to the second floor, the third floor is very bright. Pyroxene lamps are hanging around as if they don’t cost money, and there is probably a vent somewhere, and there is always a cool wind blowing in the corridor.

   And when Baron Ryan led Ian to the laboratory at the end of the corridor, Ian found that at the door of a room in the corridor, there was a little girl with white skin quietly watching him and the baron.

  This little girl was about six or seven years old, with dark blue hair, and her eyes were a kind of purple red like sunset. She stood quietly at the door, without saying a word, and looked straight at it.

   "Linda? What's the matter, are you hungry?"

The baron naturally also saw the little girl, he stepped forward, hugged the little girl with one arm, and said with concern: "If you are hungry, ask Moda to take care of it, and he will arrange for a maid to deliver food for you... Haha, what a joke , this is my adopted daughter Linda."

   Halfway through speaking, he smiled and turned his head to look at Ian, and then turned back to ask the little girl: "Come on, what did Dad teach you before? What should I say now?"

  The little girl's thinking seemed a little slow, she stared at Ian for a while, and then said in a crisp voice: "Brother..."

   "Brother, it's delicious."

   "It's brother, hello."

   Baron Ryan corrected, and then the girl named Linda followed suit: "Brother, hello~"

   "Hello too, little lady."

Ian smiled and watched Baron Ryan send the little girl back to a room full of pink tones. The blue-eyed nobleman seemed a little embarrassed: "Linda's brain has been stimulated, and now she can't speak normally, but she actually Very smart, writing is much faster than speaking."

   "Because of that accident, both her parents died, so I adopted her and the other two children."

   "Where, I understand."

  Ian stared thoughtfully at the little girl who was sitting blankly on his bed, and then watched Baron Ryan close the door.

  He responded with a smile: "My younger brother is just a little older than Linda. For some reasons, it is difficult for him to express his thoughts normally. I understand this situation very well."

   "Is that so." Baron Ryan was a little surprised.

He noticed Ian looking at his left arm, and then laughed again: "You can really bear it, if it were Ailes, I'm afraid the first sentence would be 'Raporte, why did you break your hand?'. "

   "Just basic etiquette."

  Ian was polite on the surface, but he couldn’t help complaining about the viscount’s bad image in the outside world—he assured that Viscount Grant would never be so disrespectful.

  Oh, they Port Harrison are indeed frontier country barbarians, that's okay.

   "I think you know it too."

The baron seemed to be talking, and he said with emotion: "I encountered an outrageous theft a few days ago - a group of thieves forcibly snatched a batch of refined two-year-old Xiahuicao extract, which is the best The semi-finished product of the tonic extract."

"I happened to be there at the time, and I was accidentally attacked by the other party, and my left arm was cut off... Sigh, I was too careless. Ms. Yingguang also came here for this matter. She is tracking down the chain of action of a group of cultists. But I don't think it has anything to do with cultists, it should be done by people from Flameland."

  —You just blow it.

  Ian thought. This bragging was even more exaggerated than Viscount Grant, and Feiyan was almost moved to tears. At least Viscount Grant dared not say that Feiyan's special team could cut off his hand.

If Feiyan Land really had the power to cut off a second-level nobleman's hand in his own territory, Nanling would have been in chaos long ago, not to mention that the entire Laian collar is so loose, it doesn't seem like it at all. The appearance of the master being attacked.

   "Baron Ryan's ability to open his eyes and tell lies at least has a senior professional title, the kind that takes the exam every three years."

   This lie was so shoddy that Ian was too embarrassed to pretend that he had heard it.

   But maybe, this is a hint from Baron Ryan? He gave himself the excellent level of top-level spiritual nourishment liquid for free, and he was responsible for spreading his stupid nonsense?

  According to the nobleman's meandering way of speaking, it is not impossible. For Thaler's sake, as long as someone asks that, then he will say so.

  As for why the other party broke his left arm...

  Curiosity is a very precious thing, and he doesn't want to use it on this matter.

  In short, Ian coughed and pretended not to hear: "Baron, the door of the alchemy laboratory is locked, please open the door."

   "Haha, I actually forgot the business."

   Baron Ryan turned his head without changing his expression, and opened the lock with his fingerprints.

   "Come in."

  He opened the door and entered, followed by Ian, looking towards the center of the laboratory.

   Next, he stood where he was, his eyes slightly dazed.

Baron Ryan noticed Ian's abnormality, he nodded slightly, and smiled: "It seems that your appraiser ability is indeed not just boasting about Ayers, but you do have real skills, and you can know at a glance which one I want you to appraise. Target."

-certainly.

  Ian frowned. He indeed found out what the other party wanted him to identify at a glance.

  But it's not like it used to be, because of the fog brought by the vision horizon.

   In fact, there is not much difference.

  Because Ian noticed it at first sight because there was no fog on it!

   It was a crystal skull placed among many sundries. It wasn't that big, it was about the size of a child's skull in his early ten years old, but it was crystal clear and had a mysterious aura lingering. It looked quite extraordinary at first glance.

  According to Ian's instinctive perception, this skull is at least the legacy of a psyker at the peak of the first energy level, and this information can be easily obtained without fog.

   But here comes the problem—the precognitive horizon doesn't show it.

  In the world of mist, only this place is empty.

   "It's really interesting."

  Ian muttered to himself, and he quickly figured out why.

  —This crystal skull is related to a prophet!

  (end of this chapter)