Chapter 86: psionic vision

  Chapter 86 Psionic Vision

   Another morning.

  As the morning light gradually brightened, the entire Port of Harrison seemed to wake up and regain its vitality.

  The port has already resumed work, the caravans, horses and pedestrians are noisy, and a mountain ox nearly one and a half tall is dragging a huge truck over the mud and rocks, and the dust is flying.

  The hawking of roadside stalls and shops, the aroma of fish soup and wheat cakes, and the shouts of boatmen all make the residents of this city feel very cordial.

   Today, it is October 9th.

   Twenty days have passed since the terrible storm and invasion.

For more than 20 days, the destroyed urban area could not be rebuilt, the damaged city walls could not be repaired, the city guards with heavy casualties could not be prepared, and the town network centered on Port Harrison could not be restored, and even the outer walls of the Viscount's Mansion could not be restored. None of the walls were repaired.

  But on the ruins ravaged by crocodile dragons, temporary shanties have been built one after another. This is a building that imitates the indigenous huts. Although it is simple, it can house many refugees whose houses have been damaged.

  Viscount Grant is not a good nobleman who loves the people like a son. In fact, everyone knows how much taxation is around Harrison Port...but at the very least, he collects a lot and does a lot.

   This is better than 90% of the nobles and officials in the empire.

  After three weeks of rest, the city has resumed normal operation, and aid materials and craftsmen from Nauman City and Three Rivers City are arriving in an endless stream.

   This is not because of good intentions, but because all fools know that if Harrison Port falls, no one will be able to stop the increasingly united aboriginal invasion in the southern border.

  Compared to being rushed into the city by the crocodile dragon and making a fuss, it is better to give more money and supplies and let others take the top.

  The reconstruction of the city will not happen overnight. It will take at least one or two years to restore the southwest and northwest urban areas destroyed by the crocodile dragon.

   But white paper is easy to draw on. Because the aborigines were seriously injured, all the aboriginal camps on the west bank of the Ewok River were pulled out at the very beginning of the war. Viscount Grant wanted to overthrow the severely damaged western city wall, and only kept a small section as a memorial. A new urban area centered on a new alchemy workshop.

   In addition, he also plans to build a stone bridge across the Ewok River, build a new city and a group of sentry towers on the other side of the river, and completely suppress the sphere of influence of the indigenous people back to the big redwood forest.

Of course, this is actually just incidental. The main purpose of Viscount Grant is to get rid of the current architectural planning of Harrison Port, build several large-scale residential areas and workshop parks in the new city, and use this as a starting point to gradually transform the dilapidated Port Harrison was transformed into a truly large seaport city.

Harrison Port was expanded by the fort back then. Many designs were unreasonable and there was not enough land left for the future. Now, taking advantage of the pain of the natives and the destruction of the old city, it is time to transform it into a more Sturdy and reasonable.

   As for where the money is coming from...

  Of course from the defeated natives.

   There are more than one hundred different tribes in the Sequoia Forest Aboriginal, including four large tribes and more than a dozen medium-sized tribes. The others are not worth mentioning, they are just vassals of other tribes.

  Although the indigenous coalition forces failed, Port Harrison could not enter the Elephant Bone Mountain, and the foundation of the big tribe would not be shaken... The forces of other tribes were forced to shrink.

  Some can retreat to the sea of ​​trees, or even go to the western redwood forest on the other side of the Elephant Bone Mountain to recuperate, but other indigenous tribes who cannot retreat have only the last choice if they do not want to perish.

   That is to obey the orders of Port Harrison.

   Just like the saying that has been circulated among the indigenous people in recent years-Port Harrison is a tribe, and the empire is also a larger tribe.

  Everyone is human. Is there really any essential difference between being a vassal of other big tribes and being a vassal of an empire?

  This question is not easy to say, but all in all, Viscount Grant accepted a large amount of compensation, and wiped out several recalcitrant tribes in Harrison Port, and used the hunted indigenous resources to trade a lot of reconstruction resources and funds.

  Combined with the southern development intention revealed by God, it can be predicted that Harrison Port will become more prosperous in the future.

   It's just that, compared to Harrison Port, which is stable and improving, Ian's mood has not been very high recently.

  Because in the recent period of time, he often has strange hallucinations.

   Simply put, no matter when and where, he will suddenly see some inexplicable things.

  For example, some stones, a few unknown people, overgrown vegetation, or a quiet lake...

The weirdest time was when he saw a black figure wearing a pumpkin head dancing a weird and intense dance surrounded by a group of people. The puzzled Ian went to ask his teacher, but Hilliard was surprised It is said that it is a special sacrificial dance in Yanjiang, the country in the extreme north, to celebrate the harvest. It is called "Flashing Harvest".

  Ian was surprised that he could see the sacrificial scene in such a remote place, and he called Ian's talent.

   But no matter how unbelievable, talented and talented, vision still affects life.

   Irregular, never repeated, unpredictable, and unstoppable, even when Ian was dreaming, strange images like goblins playing cards would suddenly pop up in Ian's dreams.

   Has nothing to do with sleep quality, physical fitness, or strange diseases.

According to Hilliard's examination, Ian's health is comparable to that of a young leopard. He believes that apart from those descendants of great nobles who ate source food as snacks since childhood, there are not many people of the same age who are better than Ian. .

   After all, there are not many people who can embark on the road of ascension at such a young age.

   It is not a physical cause, nor is it a flash mosquito disease. Eliminate all the impossible, then the only thing left is the only possibility.

   "All of this is probably related to your spiritual power."

After several inspections, Hilliard told Ian about the possibility quite seriously: "You are an acquired psychic, which is different from the natural awakened who can grow psychic power naturally, and is also different from practicing the way of sublimation. , Different sublimators who gradually extract life spiritual energy."

   "Your psychic power is your desire. If you want to advance your psychic power, you need to satisfy your desire and keep generating new desires."

   "I don't know what your desire is, but I think that you may have accidentally met the conditions for growth, and your spiritual power has improved, but your brain can't bear it, so this critical precursor appears."

  Because of this abnormal situation, Ian didn't even attend the commendation ceremony for Viscount Grant.

   But the problem is not too big. In terms of publicity, the main credit for repelling the spirit of the mountain tide was attributed to the four city guards stationed in that tower.

   And Ian is just an enthusiastic group of people who assist in the maintenance of the alchemy cannon.

   This is a kind of protection on the contrary—after all, the aborigines are not extinct, and the big shaman and the crocodile dragon are still alive. They must hate those who hindered their final victory, and assassination and curse killing are very likely.

   What's more, the benefits Ian got far surpassed these superficial glory.

   "The Pattern of Canglan", the inscription of the etheric armed inscriptions handed down by the Grant family.

  Theoretically, only family members can learn the secrets, but because the Grant family has declined in the past few decades, and the Grant family has no talents who are good at inscriptions, it can only be learned by outsiders to help maintain the etheric armed forces.

  Elder Purdue learned this book with the acquiescence of the old Viscount, and combined his own inheritance of dwarf inscriptions, he was able to repair the etheric armament at a sufficient level.

   Now, this 'honor' is passed on to Ian.

   It has to be said that the inscription knowledge in Canglan Zhiwen is far more complex than the basic inscription literature taught by Elder Pude, and there are many knowledge about mechanical engineering, smelting, and material science.

  Perhaps for others, the various disciplines and knowledge involved in ether armament are too complicated, even if they are proficient in inscriptions, it is difficult to understand all of them.

   But who is Ian?

  In his previous life, he was a senior engineer of East Asia Heavy Industries!

  Although he does not have the help of AI assistants and electronic brains, nor does he have an online database, but with his professional level, it is not too difficult to learn the construction of etheric weapons from a high altitude, not to mention rubbing the engine of a battleship with bare hands.

  The worst is the worst, at least you can understand the designer's design purpose and method.

   It is also a bit of a coincidence, Ian began to have frequent hallucinations not long after learning the pattern of Canglan.

  He also thought about whether there was any connection between the two, but he always felt that it was just a coincidence.

   After all, if you learn something new, it will lead to hallucinations, which is outrageous no matter how you think about it!

   "No…not right."

  Thinking of this, Ian, who was exercising in the morning, suddenly realized something: "What if my desire is to understand different worlds and new knowledge in the continent of Terra?"

   "In this case, it may make sense!"

   Tomorrow, congratulations will push 3 more

  

  

  (end of this chapter)