Chapter 63: Gift

  Chapter 63 Gift

"…OK."

  Ian's ears twitched slightly. He turned his head and looked at Hilliard's pretendingly mysterious expression.

  With doubts and expectations, he returned to his room, and then saw a pile of black on his bed.

  A black shirt.

"This is…"

   A little surprised, Ian stepped forward, picked it up and looked at it: "Did it for me?"

  This black shirt is not completely new, but is repaired from Ian's previous set of clothes that have been damaged, adding a lot of materials that he can't see.

   But to be honest, this so-called repair is not much different from making a new set. Basically, all the key parts, damaged parts and links are stitched with brand new leather.

  Although it looks repaired, it is no different from the patched clothes worn by ordinary children, but the touch is very tough, and Ian feels that he can't pierce it with a knife.

  But it is very light, as soft as cashmere.

   "Is this the material of the teacher's cloak?!"

Ian's memory is very good. Within a few seconds, he recalled where he had seen such a leather material. It was the black cloak that Mr. Hilliard wore when he first met... Yes, since the other party disguised as After Osenna, he never saw the other party cross again.

  Unexpectedly, the other party actually cut it into materials and sewed clothes for himself...

   His expression moved slightly, and Ian silently stared at the black shirt in his hand.

  The shirt was a bit too big, and it was even a bit baggy. It wasn't that Hilliard's workmanship was bad, but that when Oceana gave him the clothes, he just cut them out of his own old clothes.

   After modification, although it still doesn't fit so well, there is no problem with bundling and rolling it. It can be seen that the repairer has really thought about it seriously.

"teacher…"

   whispering this word to himself, Ian smiled slightly: "It's really a surprise."

  He was silent for a moment, letting go of all the emotions in his heart.

  The boy turned around and came outside the courtyard. After sincerely thanking him, he said with a serious face that he would give full play to his cooking skills and make more delicious meals in return.

   "Haha, I haven't eaten any delicious food, but I want to see how you make it delicious."

Hilliard laughed and shook his head slightly, but he didn't refuse, he just mentioned a few words: "For today, you should eat more yourself, and someone from the nobles or the white people will definitely look for you later, so keep your spirits up. "

"just wait."

  Hilliard's words come true, he really knows the empire very well.

  That afternoon, Ian, who put on new clothes, stewed a pot of beef porridge with the mountain beef jerky he got yesterday, and ate a big bowl with Hilliard.

   And just when he was about to strike while the iron was hot, he worked hard to cultivate, strengthen his control over his own power, and grasp the source quality.

  Elder Pude's guards came to the door.

  These two guards came to invite Ian to the Viscount's Mansion to visit Viscount Grant with Elder Purdue.

  Elder Pude’s bodyguards are mostly young people in their early twenties. In a sense, all the talented young people in the White People have served as Elder Pude’s bodyguards and received his advice.

  Excellent ones will be recommended by the elders to the port guard or city defense force of Harrison Port. Ian's father, Ernesto, took this path and became the captain of the guard.

   Not so good, just like Brin, who became a herb collector who licked blood with a knife and snatched food from the mouth of the aborigines. Most of the white people hunters also came from the same background.

  As for the worse...then it is not suitable for the profession of force at all, and obediently become a fisherman, a farmer, or a coolie craftsman.

   But this time, the two guards who came to invite Ian were male fighters in their thirties who were in the prime of life and at the peak of their personal status.

  They stood at the door, wearing strong horned deer leather armor, with resolute expressions, looking at Ian with a hint of novelty in their eyes.

   "Please come with us, little Ian."

   "At the beginning, your father and I were comrades-in-arms in the same group, and we once brought down several dens of deep swamp wolves together."

  They are the true confidantes of Elder Pude, and they naturally know Ian's identity as a psyker, so when they invited them, their tone was very gentle, and they looked at the boy with appreciation.

  Bai Zhimin's status in Port Harrison is entirely dependent on Elder Purdue.

  He is a sublimator, proficient in dwarven alchemy and craftsman skills, and even because of his early noble career and blood, he has mastered the art of inscriptions.

Such a sublimator with multiple skills is enough to become the guest of honor in the mansions of various nobles. In fact, Viscount Grant treated Elder Purdue like this, and the White People became an important part of Port Harrison. Not the previously dispensable exiles.

  However, if Elder Pude dies...where should the people of Bai go?

  Without a second sublime who is so versatile and has a good relationship with the local nobles, the people of Bai will certainly not be able to maintain their current power. For the people of Bai who have lost their value, the Viscount Mansion may not continue to support them.

  Of course, it’s still early to talk about this. Elder Pude has at least 20 to 30 years to live. With the current development speed of Bai Zhimin and Harrison Port, 20 to 30 years are enough for them to cultivate a sublimator.

   It's just, how can the possibility of the future be compared to Ian, such a young psychic who is actually right in front of their eyes?

   Almost protected by two guards when he came to the Viscount's mansion, he was relieved. Ian, who broke free from the two sides, looked up and saw Elder Pude waiting for him at the gate.

   "It's sudden, but don't worry."

  The elder with a lush and beautiful beard is dressed quite formally today, and even the fluffy beard in the past has been tidied up very well.

  He was wearing a pure white robe with light red trim, holding Ian's hand, and walked into the Viscount's mansion under the guidance of his attendants.

   "Viscount Grant wants to see you, and in accordance with the usual practice, give you the corresponding qualifications to practice the true form of blood."

Elder Purdue’s voice was soft, but quite clear: “This was originally a fairly formal procedure, but because of yesterday’s attack by the natives, everything has been simplified... Don’t be nervous, it’s essentially asking for your name and getting to know you face, just register your name on the Port Harrison Ascendant Register."

"Uh-huh."

  Ian was naturally not nervous, but he still pretended to be quite restrained and careful.

  They came to the door of the Viscount's study on the second floor, but they heard reprimands from inside the door.

   "The outpost on the east bank was raided, but you said you didn't see the signal for help?"

  The viscount's voice was low, obviously angry: "The entire sentry tower was burned to the ground, and the flames could be seen from five miles away. Then tell me, you didn't see the signal for help?"

  The reprimand continued for a while, and a dark-skinned red-haired man bowed his head expressionlessly and exited the study. He exchanged glances with Ian and Elder Pude, and only a pair of dark green pupils could be seen in the deep-set eye sockets.

   "Unfortunately."

   After greeting Elder Pude, the fairly decent-looking red-haired man returned to silence and was led away by the maid.

   "Lübeck, the mercenary leader."

Elder Pude seemed to be whispering to himself: "He is a mountain dweller in the north of Nanling. The tribe only swore allegiance to the empire 20 years ago. He is considered half aboriginal. More than ten years ago, his child was killed by the aborigines on the Sequoia side. Captured as a sacrifice, and spent fifteen years in Port Harrison for revenge."

   "Strange." At this point, Elder Pude frowned: "How could Lübeck make such a low-level mistake? He is a good player, and Harrison Port is no more than five fingers better than him."

  Ian, however, keenly noticed that the opponent's expression and the leather armor on his body had traces of fighting. The opponent must have fought last night, and he was definitely not avoiding the battle to fish for fish.

  The mercenary leader concealed his actions last night.

  He could tell that the Viscount and Elder Purdue were naturally not blind, and it was no wonder that Viscount Grant was so angry, because the other party was unwilling to be serious about lying, which was too perfunctory.

   It is also possible that Lübeck has a simpler mind, but the result is the same.

   This is not a big deal. Soon, with the calm Viscount Grant summoning, Ian entered the study room led by Elder Pudd.

   Thanks to the book friend Tea Kehang, the rudder master of the ordinary Taoist for the reward, thank the book friend 160628164417526, and the book friend 160810173416466 for the reward!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)