Hilliard did not ask why Ian could tell who was the guard and who was the leader. Psykers could know some information that was difficult for ordinary people to understand. He was already used to it.
"I can't guarantee your brother's safety."
The old knight stated simply: "This can only be done by your own efforts, and I hope you are prepared to fail."
He could see that Ian had already thought of how to deal with the indigenous attack from the beginning, but he didn't expect that the other party would come so quickly and with so many people.
In this case, let's see what he will do.
"That's enough, teacher, thank you."
Ian responded softly, his tone calm: "When I dealt with my uncle before, I made a lot of 'preparations' in the house...most of them were not used. Maybe I can use them again now."
With that said, he took a deep breath, and then stepped forward alone, towards the house.
Entering the house, the wooden boards creaked, and the smell of blood in the air had dissipated. Instead, there was still some residual aroma from Ian's cooking of meat and fish, permeating the corridors.
The light from the algae oil lamp in the living room shines on the mottled wooden wall, and the dim light is looming, just like when I left.
Ian noticed that the hunter hidden in the corridor was watching him through the gap in the wooden wall, and he was a little surprised - the visitor was not the Oceana they expected, but his nephew.
This was indeed unexpected, but it had nothing to do with their work. They only needed to be alert to see if there were neighbors or if the guards noticed something was wrong here.
Ian pretended not to know, relaxed his breathing, and stepped across the aisle. The trap on the wooden board has been repaired completely, and there is no difference at all from the outside.
"They were well prepared that neither I nor Oceana would come back tonight, so they hid their tracks very well."
Of course Ian could guess that the reason why these redwood natives stayed at home was precisely because they planned to talk to Oceana.
When Ian was still a child, he would often see Uncle Cheap talking to some unknown people in the middle of the night.
Although Ian had not awakened his memory at that time, he was smart enough and never revealed that he knew the information. It was then that the child Ian began to make preparations to hide a few small silver coins and escape from this home.
Although his appearance will surprise these natives, it will also make them doubtful, which will give Hilliard and himself a chance.
After calming down, Ian came to the living room.
Here, a figure is waiting.
"It's actually you."
Jerky imperial language sounded, and the figure who was dealing with the wound on his foot stood up and stared at the boy with slightly vertical eyes.
Ian looked up too.
This young aborigine has no hair or eyebrows, brown skin, and densely packed strange tattoos all over his body, including his cheeks. His stature is not much taller than that of a seven or eight-year-old child, but the ring of feathers in front of his neck proves it. The opponent's shaman identity.
The Sequoia natives are short in stature. Even the strong hunters in the tribe are only about 1.56 meters tall. They are indeed much thinner than the Imperial people, but their movements are very sensitive, they have certain night vision, and their sense of smell and poison resistance are also better than those of the Imperial people. The Imperials are much stronger and are natural hunters in the woods.
During the empire's development era, a lot of people from the colonial empire died in conflicts with the local natives. Therefore, parents in Nanling used the term "caught and eaten by the natives" to scare their children, so Ian also knew the other party very well. Case.
Elam was wrapped in a blanket and placed on a chair next to the shaman. The white-haired child was sleeping soundly, smacking his mouth, unaware of the danger he was about to encounter and the current situation of being surrounded by bloody mist.
"It seems that it was Oceana who died. It's really hard to imagine."
The shaman's face was surprised, and the corners of his mouth moved, causing the tattoos to twist strangely: "He often said that his nephew is very smart and is the best material for sacrifices, so he has to pay more... But he probably didn't expect that you are actually smart. To this point."
"It is indeed the best sacrifice." He said firmly.
Ian responded with silence.
The shaman noticed the meaning behind Ian's silence, so he narrowed his eyes and said solemnly: "How dare you come back alone... It seems that Oceana told you everything before he died."
"Or have you informed the guards of all this?"
For a child to be so calm and silent after killing his uncle and seeing himself again, the shaman guessed that the other party had informed the local guards of the fact that Osenna was connected with them and asked for asylum...
Perhaps behind Ian, there was already a group of Harrison Harbor Guards following closely.
But that speculation was quickly brushed aside.
Not only because it was impossible for the guards to follow a child and let him go home alone, but also because Ian had already spoken.
"No."
The boy stood at the other end of the living room. He said calmly: "If you tell the guards, my brother will die. Of course I won't do that."
"He is a sacrifice."
Looking at the young child beside him, the shaman said thoughtfully, and then looked sideways at Ian: "You too."
"But not necessarily now."
Grinning, the Feather Ring Shaman showed a weird smile: "Ian...I remember your name. Do you plan to inherit your uncle's work and become our partner?"
"You are very smart, Ian. With my help, you can live very comfortably and freely. You are much smarter than your uncle, and you will not be as crazy as that mushroom-sucking idiot..."
He extended an invitation: “We in the Mountain Skeleton Department like to work with smart people.”
The shaman thought that Osenna died in a dream while sucking mushrooms and was attacked by his nephew while he was sleeping. This stupid way of death was within his expectation.
The shaman's proposal was not made on a whim. Because they really need someone to provide them with news about Harrison Port. Although it is inconvenient for children, it is easy to control.
There are many indigenous tribes around Harrison Port, and there are even more people who cooperate with the people in the port, but his only partner is Osenna. If Osenna could not provide him with some food and various tools, As well as the occasional sacrifice, it was impossible for him to become a shaman at such a young age.
Oceana's death is indeed a loss, but the mushroom-sucking madman is too difficult to control. If he replaces it with a smart kid like Ian, it may not be a bad choice.
No matter how bad it is...it can still be used as a sacrifice.
"Smart people make good choices."
So the shaman smiled weirdly. He didn't believe that Ian would choose to commit suicide.
As for Elan's life and death... the shaman didn't say anything, it was unnecessary.
He also didn't feel the need to bargain with a child. It was a stepping stone for him to gain the attention of the great shaman, and it was also a necessity for the tribe.
