On a scorching July night, on a scorching summer night, a crescent moon hangs high in the sky, but there are not many stars in the sky.
The originally dazzling galaxy is now missing most of it, as if the vast sea of stars is obscured by a layer of dark mist.
But the scorching wind came quickly from the desert of Feiyan Land, igniting this starless night.
Because there is no starlight, the moonlight is brighter than ever, just like another sun.
Under the moonlight, the man surrounded by golden light mist is tall and has long gray-white hair. He is about forty or fifty years old, maybe even older.
His cheeks were thin, his eyes were deep-socketed, and his old face looked tired. It looked like it had been soaked into the bones by wind and frost because he had been wandering for too long.
But even so, he stood as indestructible as an iron tower.
Ian saw that the other party just gently stretched out a hand and pressed it on the head of the still struggling indigenous hunter. With a twist, the hunter who was still howling and screaming suddenly became silent.
The man who easily killed one person turned his head to look at Oceana's body, then turned his head to look at the white-haired boy.
He is observing.
At the same time, Ian was also observing the other party's clothing.
Hanging on the man's waist was a half-sword. The blade was more than one meter long and had no blade. It was more like a ruler than a sword. There were traces of deliberate wear and tear on the hilt, which seemed to be the family inscription of a nobleman.
And he was wearing a navy blue cloak, tightly wrapped from head to toe. He was obviously a night traveler, not a wandering knight or a hunter in the woods.
The two people observing each other looked at each other.
"Ahem..."
——Is this the true form of the golden mist?
With a slight cough, Ian will see the golden mist and realize, 'Is this my adventure? ' Confined in joy, he was surprised: "I didn't expect it to be a living person..."
"But this might be better."
He calmed down and grasped the pitchfork in his hand. This series of actions was regarded by the knight as a sudden surprise to him.
"Take it easy, kid."
So the man put his hands behind his back and took a step back to show that he meant no harm.
At this moment, for the first time, he was not following behind the other person, but face to face with Ian, carefully studying the boy who had repeatedly brought him surprises.
Surprisingly unexpected.
Not to mention other aspects, this time the surprise was very simple - the child in front of me looked so good-looking.
"...How could there be such a beautiful child? Just like the legendary lake fairy."
Slightly amazed, in the opinion of the old knight, Ian's appearance is good. Although he is still a child, he can already see the upright future. It is very different from those aristocratic children in the imperial capital with baby fat faces and bodies, but the southern immigrants The district already has insufficient resources, and the children who live here will indeed be weaker.
Of course, in terms of skin color, conversation, and behavior, Ian is not like an ordinary child from a fisherman and farmer family.
Thinking about it carefully, the white people in Harrison Port do seem to have some impressions. Are they the same people who were exiled decades ago...
Putting his thoughts back, the man looked away. This clean and plainly dressed child looked at him. Except for being a little surprised and nervous at first, most of the time his eyes were calm and his reactions were very orderly. He never put down his weapons or relaxed his guard from beginning to end.
More than that.
The old knight could also notice that this unusual white boy didn't even have trouble breathing.
While he was looking at the other person, the boy was also staring at himself, scanning up and down. Regardless of the tears on his clothes and the old blood stains that couldn't be washed away, or the scars on his face and the back of his hands, he was carefully observing and analyzing them.
If I have to say it, it's like the philistine but worldly eyes and expressions of those great bachelors from the Alchemist Society when they consider the price of their experimental materials.
--very good.
The old knight couldn't help laughing.
——The mind is quick and clear, full of logic and planning, and based on the decisiveness and calmness of detecting the sneak of the indigenous hunter and counterattack just now, all qualities are the best choice.
Therefore, the man nodded and said: "Well done, whether it was the counterattack against the abuser from the beginning, or the subsequent choice of the area to dispose of the body, and the attack by the forest leopard and the indigenous people was impeccable."
He praised: "It's really well done."
"He knew from the beginning?"
Shocked, Ian recalled the golden flash he had vaguely seen when he opened the window and looked at the street.
He couldn't help but understand in his heart: "So that's it, that's it... Has he started observing since then?"
But if that's the case, why didn't I see that golden light when I chose Xihe Bank and Guandao before?
"It should be that there are 'dangers' that I don't know about in those two directions, which are enough to hold back this kind old man and prevent him from taking care of me - or it could be that the danger there is not so great that he is almost certain to die. It’s because the other party has already taken action to help me block some of the disaster.”
Ian didn't dwell on this. These are all details, but the most important thing is the flash of color on the old knight's body.
Gold, you must seize an opportunity of this level, and the other party is kind to you and helps you.
For this alone he should be grateful.
So, as the two looked at each other and there was a subtle silence, Ian took the initiative to say: "Thank you for the compliment."
"Sir, you may call me Ian."
The boy, who was only eight or nine years old at most, nodded slightly. His voice was young and clear, and he seemed very serious: "Thank you for your help before. May I ask your name?"
"name?"
The old knight raised his brows and did not realize at the first moment that the other party was actually asking for his name.
Is now the time to ask this? He shook his head slightly and said amusedly: "This is not the time to ask for names. Don't you know?"
"Of course I know." Ian also smiled: "But without your help, sir, I'm afraid I would be injured."
"How should I explain to the doctor that my right arm was cut by an indigenous hunter's knife? It's so hot in July, and my wound is likely to become inflamed and suppurative. Will I survive in such weather and medical conditions? It's all unknown. .”
"I want to thank you, so I need your name."
"You are no ordinary child."
Narrowing his eyes, the old knight said firmly: "Your psychic ability should be reading minds, or sensing emotions, and predicting danger. You knew from the beginning that I had no ill intentions, so you were so bold. No wonder you can find the hidden one." An indigenous hunter with decent skills.”
"But don't put too much faith in your psychic powers."
At this moment, the man smiled, but soon his expression turned cold and indifferent. The old knight took a step forward, as if he was about to reach out and grab Ian's neck: "Just because I didn't have any ill intentions before, doesn't mean I don't have them now."
