Chapter 64: viscount grant

  Chapter 64 Grant Viscount

   Immediately, Ian focused his gaze on Viscount Grant who was located in the center of the study.

This dark brown-haired aristocrat is fifty-eight years old this year, but his skin is smooth, his eyes are bright, without any wrinkles or aging, and there are ripples in the light blue eyes like water waves, which is the blood of the Grant family. The power of the Abyssal Lizard Whale allowed the viscount to control the moisture in his body and surroundings, which could not only delay aging, but also use it against enemies.

   "You are Ian, right?"

  Looking at Elder Pude, the Viscount nodded slightly. He had calmed down and looked at Ian with interest, and then showed appreciation: "Yes, very beautiful child. Show off your spiritual power."

  Ian didn't say much, he opened the vision horizon, and a light blue fluorescent light lit up in his eyes.

   Noticing this, Viscount Grant's expression moved slightly: "So fast? The control is quite good. Did you really wake up a few days ago?"

  Because of looking at each other face to face, he was already mentally prepared, and he also felt that there seemed to be a vague sense of prying eyes in himself, so he couldn't help nodding: "Sure enough, it's the psychic power of the observation system. It's very good."

   If it is not the combat-type psychic power, it is impossible to have force too early. In the case of being stuck with advanced materials and inheritance, the observation-type psyker cannot pose the slightest threat to his authority.

   But on the other hand, the psychic abilities of the Observation Department are the favorite assistants of all the powerhouses. The early warnings and reminders they bring can always benefit a team a lot.

   "It's a pity that I am too young to start practicing now."

   Turning his head, Viscount Grant said: "Pud, I will hand over the inheritance to you, and you will be responsible for choosing the timing of teaching."

  He looked at Ian again, smiled and said: "Ian, don't forget that you are a citizen of the empire. If Elder Pude can't continue to teach you in the future, you can come to me for inquiries."

Saying so, he put it on the table, picked up a brass pocket watch that he had prepared a long time ago: "A small gift, as a congratulation for the first naturally awakened psyker in Port Harrison. In the future, I will serve the Empire Only by making more contributions can we live up to the grace of nurturing and shelter.”

  The brass pocket watch handed out bears the coat of arms of a giant beast. It looks like a giant whale, but its body surface has solid scales and raised crystals, embellished with colored quartz.

  —My good fellow, this is robbing people by favor and taking the lead.

  Ian noticed from the corner of his eye that Elder Pude's expression was a bit strange, and he understood what was going on in an instant.

  Others are trivial, emphasizing that the empire ignores the people of Bai. The most important thing is that this viscount only gave the most basic part of the practice steps, and firmly grasped the subsequent inheritance in his own hands.

  Generally speaking, ordinary people have to wait until after puberty to start sublimation practice. When they have reached the initial stage, gather the source seeds, and start to perfect the true shape of the blood, they will be at least twenty years old.

At that time, if Ian wanted to go further, he had to go to Viscount Grant to apply for an inquiry... Ian was about 20 years old, and Elder Purdue was old. As a young and powerful psyker, he would gradually become Harrison The new core of Hong Kong and Bai people.

  But unlike Elder Purdue, he must be closely attached to Viscount Grant in order to go further on the road to ascension and gain strength.

   In this way, in more than ten years, the Bai Zhimin in Port Harrison will completely become the Viscount's personal force.

   This matter is not good or bad. In the empire, no matter how many people want to be recruited and annexed, they are not worthy.

  The problem is that Ian noticed that Elder Pude's strange expression was not the helplessness of being forced to swallow the bitter fruit of the conspiracy, but a hint of unexpected joy.

  Ian didn't understand why at first, but when he thanked obediently and reached out to pick up the brass pocket watch from Viscount Grant, the boy suddenly understood.

   "Viscount Grant... gave the inheritance to the people of Bai?"

Slightly startled in his heart, Ian had already figured out what was going on with the deal between the two old fellows: "The White People of Port Harrison are exiles who have been deprived of all their sublimation inheritance and have nothing—Elder Pudd is the exception. But he also has no way to pass on his bloodline to other white people who don't have corresponding bloodlines."

   "But this time is different... At the cost of my attachment to the people of Bai in the future, Elder Pudd once again let the people of Bai get their own inheritance from Viscount Grant!"

   "Although it is only the most basic inheritance, it is also the root of sublimation and extraordinary power!"

  Viscount Grant entrusted the inheritance to Elder Pudd. In theory, it can only be taught to Ian, but how is this possible?

  As long as a suitable embryo appears, let alone Pude, even Ian will try to let the other party learn from it and strengthen the strength of his own race.

  In this ancient feudal era, it is superfluous to talk about any ideology. The same blood itself is the greatest cohesion, even in the advanced future.

  Compared with inheritance, being attached to nobles is not a price at all, but a benefit at all.

   "Good guy, from this point of view, the people of Bai took advantage of it—Viscount Grant is actually quite generous!"

  Everything has been figured out, and Ian is very polite and well-behaved on the surface.

  He pretended to be very grateful, thanking Lord Viscount for the gift, and boasting of Viscount Grant's majesty and ability, as well as his quick instructions last night, which allowed the panicked refugees to enter the city without causing any disturbance.

  He recalled the well-organized and well-trained knights when he returned to the city, half pretending, half sincerely praising.

  —The other party does have real materials.

   "Haha, that's an exaggeration."

  The eight-year-old boy's heartfelt childish praises were appreciated even by Viscount Grant. In fact, he always felt that he was quite capable and capable, but because of the neglect of the imperial capital and political reasons, it was meaningless.

  And now, there is just the right time to show off, and someone praises him, so he is naturally happy physically and mentally.

   "Go."

Nodding in satisfaction, Viscount Grant registered Ian's name on the list of 'Legal Sublimators of Port Harrison'. This list will be sent to the capital of Nanling Province in the near future, and finally counted in the imperial capital. It is the strategic data of the empire. quite an important part.

Since then, Ian has been an officially registered legal sublimator—although he is still young, but in the future he will have a successful practice and will receive preferential treatment in various places, reducing the trouble of many pass passes, and there will be many small caravans I want to put myself in his name.

  Viscount Grant was very busy. After registration, he exchanged with Elder Pudd for a while about the coordination and preparation of the artillery unit, and then he saw off the guests.

  Following the guidance of the maid, he left the mansion and came to the street. He was obviously relieved. Elder Pude, who was smiling all over his face, reached out and patted Ian on the shoulder.

"How about it?"

  He asked in a low voice: "Little Ian, what do you think of Viscount Grant?"

"Um…"

  Ian pondered for a moment, then frowned, and said seriously: "If I were older, he would definitely attack me."

   "This old pervert's eyes are too direct, I can't stand it."

  The old man stopped, showing a shocked expression, hesitant to speak.

   After a long while, the Elder Pude, who was dumbfounded, shook his head and said: "Indeed, Viscount Grant is indeed a man and a woman... But you little brat, you think too soon!"

   "He still squeezed my hand when I was holding my pocket watch just now!"

  Ian was also half-joking. He could tell that Viscount Grant really admired his appearance, but it was not so explicit.

   If I have to say it, even if Mr. Viscount really desires, he probably has a feeling for his psychic power.

   This is a man whose desire for power and power is much higher than his **** for flesh. He is a serious model of an imperial aristocracy.

   "Viscount Grant may not be a good man, a good nobleman, but he does have great ambitions, courage and determination."

Taking Ian on the way home in person, Elder Purdue said slowly: "What he gave to you and me is the true form of the 'Wavesinger', a lower-level true form inheritance of the water attribute. Powerful, with limited potential.”

   "But even so, this is extremely precious, something we can no longer have."

  Elder Purdue was silent for a while, and Ian also did not speak, and the two fell into silence.

   After a long while, the old man sighed softly: "Our white people are the descendants of criminals who committed a big mistake in the past and were exiled here."

   "The exiled people who lost their inheritance, power and asylum should have died out slowly, but because I still retain some skills that have nothing to do with the white people and originated from my dwarf blood, this can continue to protect my family after exile."

"what."

  Although Ian has long guessed why there is such a sublime as Elder Purdue among the exiles of the White People, and the reason why the White People have a special status in Port Harrison should also be because of the other party's unique skills.

   But when he looked at the old man's hand, he didn't find any calluses similar to the blacksmith's, so he felt puzzled: "It doesn't look like it..."

   "Dwarves don't only have blacksmiths. It's been 766 years on Terra, so we can't still have this ancient prejudice."

  Noticing Ian's gaze, Elder Purdue smiled: "What I am good at is actually alchemy and inscriptions, that is, ancient dwarven runes. This is why I can become the assistant of the Viscount."

   "You're smart...Ian, much smarter than I thought."

   After pondering for a moment, the old man shook his beard. He made up his mind and said, "So, starting tomorrow, every afternoon I will hold classes for those blacksmiths and alchemists in Port Harrison, and select those who have the potential to teach inscription skills."

   "You also come to attend the class, and you can understand as much as you can. Anyway, you start from scratch, and you should be able to keep up."

  Elder Purdue's words didn't mean to refuse at all, and Ian didn't intend to refuse.

  Can you learn alchemy and inscriptions in Terra? He couldn't say he wasn't interested, he could only say that he was elated.

   It's just that Ian thought of his cultural class taught by Hilliard every night, and his afternoon inscription class starting tomorrow.

  He couldn't help but feel a hint of doubt and familiarity.

   "Why am I reincarnated in a different world..."

   "Do you still have to study every day for research?"

  (end of this chapter)