Chapter 432: You are already a patrol knight (3/3)
Chapter 432 You are already a patrol knight (33)
Along the way, Ian has roughly constructed a general architectural distribution model of Nauman City in his heart.
Nauman City is based on the bastion area, that is, the upper city, and gradually expands outward. It is a city shaped like a flower petal.
The upper city in the center is surrounded by the Naumanwei River. The city wall towers are still in operation, with alchemy cannons and crossbows inside. It is not so much a rich area or a gathering place for upper-class people, it is better to say it is a heavily guarded city. fortress.
The core of the upper city is the lord's castle of the Marquis of Barton, which is quite tall and strong, but it is not the Governor's Mansion. The Governor's Mansion is on the capital avenue to the north. It is a three-story manor building with a front yard. The shape is quite simple. Moreover, the original bell tower and attic have been transformed into garrisoned towers.
Ian calculated in his mind, and felt that even if this place was attacked with artillery, it would probably suffer heavy losses.
Centered on the upper urban area, there is also a tower of psykers and four large alchemy workshop areas, and two business areas are a little further outside, one of which is the Platinum Workshop. They all have towering spiers. It is said that It is the power used to better guide the natural psionic field.
All in all, Nauman City is probably composed of these eight parts. Most of the residents gather around the alchemy workshop and the business district, while the Psyker Tower is located in the remote northwest direction, where there are military camps and outposts.
"The general is waiting for you on the second floor."
On the surface, Ian was led smoothly into the front yard by the knight, and then another guard took him into the mansion... It seemed very smooth, but Ian felt that there were too many people who were spying on him. It is really hard for normal people to bear the scrutiny and analysis eyes.
Although normal people can't sense it.
After Ian climbed the spiral staircase to the second floor, the boy noticed that there was no prying sight.
More than that. The entire second floor of the mansion was pitch black and silent, almost as quiet as death.
It's like stepping into another world.
"How about it, young man, do you feel much refreshed?"
A calm and steady voice came from the terrace on the second floor of the mansion. A tall man in armor and a long sword stood there.
He turned his head, the dark brown hair and the edge of the slightly curly beard shone with an abnormal halo of source quality in the darkness, and those golden green eyes were even brighter, making people mistaken for the sun for a moment of brilliance.
Barton Henriel, the holder of the true form 'Baiyan Consul'. A real form that combines the advantages of "True Flame Eagle" and "Blue Wind Griffin" and other monsters. The only sequelae may be that he is really as sharp and sensitive as an eagle owl. The guard that can't be let go is his The advantages and disadvantages brought by the real shape.
The general's eyes reflected the flashing psychic light in Ian's eyes, and he laughed: "How many did you see?"
"Twenty-three on the way, five who followed all the time."
The young alchemist bowed slightly, while the general waved his hand casually: "Don't be too polite, what's in the manor?"
"There are six people in the yard, and a total of twelve people on the first floor." Ian shook his head slightly: "There are too many people."
"After all, we just held a banquet here at noon with the envoys of Canaan Moor, plus the escape of the prisoners of the Dragon Cult. It is usually one-third, or even less."
The Marquis of Barton was even more satisfied. He touched his chin: "But you counted one more... Oh, you counted me? Did you notice my gaze?"
He was a little surprised.
Ian didn't answer, but the general laughed and called the maid to go upstairs: "Let's start dinner."
"I don't think a general would have the leisure to meet alone with a...alchemist like me."
Ian raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect the Marquis of Barton to meet him one-on-one for dinner.
He thought that there would be other people attending this private dinner with him this time.
"Originally there were three other people, one was a distinguished guest, and the other two were recommended to join the Patrol Knights just like you."
The Marquis of Barton acted vigorously, as did the maids in his mansion. In less than three minutes, the dining table in the living room was covered with various dishes. Obviously, the time of Ian's arrival had been estimated long ago. All food came out just right and hot.
Sitting on the main seat, he said with some regret: "It's a pity that the distinguished guest suddenly has something to do, so he may arrive a little later, and the other two... are more disappointing and do not meet the requirements."
—a lie. At least the first sentence is a lie.
Ian nodded thoughtfully.
"I have to say that the psychic power of the Observation Department can indeed allow you to see more, and it will also be of great help to your career."
The Marquis of Barton was quite talkative. He looked at Ian and nodded slightly: "Appraisal, alchemy, and knights—excellent methods of obtaining information are more important than everyone imagines, and you do have special skills in this regard." talent."
"After all, ordinary people can't notice the wood spirit of Master Oak... You moved your shoulders a few times just now. I can see it without hinting."
Saying so, he raised his hand, and a sharp, blazing invisible wind beam flickered, immediately hitting an invisible thing on the young man's shoulder.
【There is no need to be so direct】
Immediately, a turquoise spirit in the shape of a wooden shark materialized, and Master Oak's dissatisfied voice sounded: 【You stingy big eagle, let me listen to it and you won't lose a piece of meat! 】
"Come on." The Marquis snorted, "You old stump, I didn't deport you out of the country, which is already a great respect for the envoys of the allies."
"If you want to know, go find it yourself."
The ectoplasmic wood-grained shark was burned into ectoplasmic fragments by the high-heat wind beam. Before that, some cursing voices could be heard. Ian showed interest in this: "It's amazing."
"A kind of use of the third energy level heart light body, you have the opportunity, maybe even earlier than me."
The Marquis of Barton withdrew his finger, nodded, took out a short knife from his waist, and stuck it in the roasted bear's paw in front of him: "Come on, let's talk while eating."
The Marquis's private dinner was not as rough as a nobleman's. It was all kinds of big fish and meat, and a collection of hard dishes. 'A hundred beasts stewed in an iron pot'.
This dish uses a large iron pot to separate all kinds of cut animal meat into categories, put them into the pot in a certain order, and finally stew them into a large pot.
Materials include chicken, pork, beef, bear meat, subdivided into different parts such as chicken wings and hearts, ribs and trotters.
In addition to this, there are rabbit, tiger meat and so on.
It sounds messy, but the chef's superb craftsmanship stews all the ingredients just right, soft but not loose, each ingredient is clear, and it tastes all kinds of flavors.
Of course, the most awe-inspiring thing is these beast meat, most of which are the meat of Warcraft.
And it is the most elite part.
The two of them ate in silence, feasting and enjoying themselves.
Ian is not polite. He has just advanced to sublimate his organs and needs to supplement nutrition, so someone treats him to a monster feast.
Of course, you have to be careful not to eat too much, otherwise it will make people suspicious, and this degree must be grasped.
"When we fought against the turmoil in the dark mountains in the north, the army didn't have any kitchen utensils, so we used a large iron pot to stew the spoils. Because of the cold weather, we had to keep stewing and adding ingredients, otherwise the sauce would freeze."
The Marquis is surprisingly talkative. In Mr. Yinfang's description, he only talks to those who are interested: "I heard that your cooking skills are also good. Can you tell me how many kinds of monsters you have tasted and what they are? kind?"
"Seven."
Ian glanced at the iron pot, removed two monsters that he should not know in theory, and had never seen before, and removed two bird monsters that tasted very similar, and he couldn't eat them at the first level: "They are hard-shelled bears, snake-scale owls, big forest leopards, caracal rabbits, sharp-clawed tigers, iron-bone swordfish and wine potatoes. If the sublimation plants are also counted."
This question is actually a bit dangerous, because what can be tasted proves what Warcraft he has eaten... Random answers are likely to expose some problems that should not be exposed.
Fortunately, over the years, Ian has indeed eaten a lot of monsters on the table.
"That's right." The Marquis of Barton nodded again. He used a knife as a fork, ate a piece of meat, and then smiled: "You must have tasted other monsters, but you don't know what it tastes like."
Putting down the knife, he wiped his mouth with a tissue: "Ian, do you think Nauman City is in chaos?"
The boy didn't blink his eyes: "I feel organized, peaceful and quiet."
"Oh?" The general raised his voice: "I was assassinated by Flameland recently, and there was a rebellion by Dragon Worshipers. Canaan Moore sent envoys to request the extradition of the prisoners, but they escaped from prison again—not to mention the Spiritual Academy and Other chaotic forces are also spying, is this considered orderly?”
Tilting his head, Ian's eyes were clear: "I can't see it, General."
"very good."
And the Marquis clapped his hands in satisfaction: "That's it. You can't see it—that's the most important thing."
“Seeing the problem is no skill at all. Knowing that some problems don’t need to be seen, knowing that some things don’t matter at all, knowing what the real situation is—this is the skill.”
Ian showed a properly puzzled expression: "I'm a little confused, General, after all, I'm just a knight."
"It's a patrolling knight." The old general emphasized: "Of course, it's just an apprentice."
"Don't test me, Ian, you have already met the standard, with quite excellent results."
(end of this chapter)
