Chapter 48 Glory

Style: Fantasy Author: Yin Tian Shen YinWords: 2389Update Time: 24/01/13 16:28:49
"Yes, yes, Elder Mingjian!"

Brin seemed to be still a little frightened. He half-knelt in front of Elder Puder's desk and reported: "I just walked around the outside of Oceana's house a few times, and I was still thinking about how to get into the house to observe the situation. Unexpectedly, I Well...he just opened the window and told me to stay away."

Having said this, Brin still felt his face and ears heating up as he recalled the scene of being watched by everyone.

He has a face-saving character, so he naturally feels ashamed when he is called out for spying. But who said that he was indeed greedy and wanted to snatch the sleeping powder from Ian's hand? And then he was approached by Elder Puder, who was responsible for exploring information about Ian?

This is punishment, and it is also meritorious service.

"Um."

After hearing Brin's report, Elder Puder pondered instead and began to think: "Can I find you across the house and the street... Although I want you to deliberately show off, it is possible that you are just looking out the window. , so we can discover it as soon as possible.”

"No no no!"

Now it was Brin who argued hard: "I paid special attention to the window - you know my eyesight, I can even find the Endal moss in the bushes. Ian was definitely not by the window before. He just made it out of thin air." He spotted me, then walked straight over and scolded me for leaving!”

"oh?"

Elder Puder looked at Brin with a half-smile. After the other party lowered his head again in fear, he slowly said: "You should have guessed why I asked you to do such a thing... I thought I had offended Yi. Well, you don't want to admit that Ian is a psyker."

"Elder, I was just greedy for a moment, not really stupid!" Brin half-knelt in front of the elder's desk, he begged: "If Ian is really a psyker, then what's the use of denying it or not? I'm lying. Can you deceive yourself and deceive others? I just hope that you can give me a few kind words in the future. I hope that Ian will not hold grudges and will not retaliate against me in the future..."

"I also hope that you, elder, can forgive me. I was really stupid. I didn't expect... If I knew that Ian might be a psyker, I would never dare to have such thoughts!"

"Um."

The old man responded softly, but Brin, who was breathing heavily, looked much relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

Elder Pude never makes promises easily, but now that he has agreed, he will definitely help ease the relationship with him in the future.

He had already thought about the collection of herbal medicines he had at home. Although expensive, it was cheap compared to the possible revenge of a psyker in the future.

To be honest, he was really stupid. As a neighbor, how could he not know who Oceana was? Even if it was a sudden outburst, killing one or two indigenous hunters would be the limit. How could it be possible to kill four? He definitely has someone to help him, and that person can definitely see through the indigenous sneaking skills hidden in the dark!

Brin is a senior herb collector. He often interacts with and even fights with the indigenous people. He is very aware of the abilities of the redwood natives in the forest. Therefore, others may not think it is a big deal, but he can easily detect the weirdness in Ian's mouth. place.

And all these weirdness can be explained by 'Ian has awakened his spiritual power'!

An eight-year-old psyker... Even among the White People, this age is ridiculously young!

"You continue to observe Ian."

And just when Brin was feeling annoyed and fearful, Elder Puder's voice sounded again: "Don't reveal it. Don't forget that everyone now knows that you are trying to steal Ian's sleeping powder, and you are even keeping it around his house. Wandering around with bad intentions.”

"If others knew Ian was a psyker, how would they deal with you to please them?"

"Cooperate with my guards and continue to observe. Since Ian has not told me now, then wait until he is willing to say it. I feel that with how smart this kid is... this period of time is not long. Before that, I need to One person reports to me on Ian's movements and ensures his safety."

Narrowing his eyes, Elder Puder looked at Brin, who was leaning down. He said calmly: "Now, stand down. Brin, I hope you can remember the lesson this time. We are all family members of the same blood. You are spying on your family." , there will naturally be retribution and punishment.”

"When Ian is willing to disclose his identity as a psyker, I will explain to him what happened. I believe the child will be willing to forgive you."

"Back off."

"Yes, elder."

When Brin thought about what he might encounter after Ian's identity as a psyker was exposed, he couldn't help but trembled, and he didn't dare to say anything.

He bowed deeply, wiped the sweat from his head and left.

But after Brin staggered out of the elders' hall, Elder Puder did not pick up the documents and continued to process the paperwork.

He turned his head and looked out the window.

The night is getting late and the rain is pouring, but the center of Harrison Harbor is still brightly lit.

There are two sources of White People in Harrison Port. One is a large family of White People who were relegated to this place from the imperial capital in the past, and the other is the scattered gathering of White People wandering throughout the southern border.

Needless to say, the scattered ones have now been unified and collected, and now the entire white people of Harrison Port are one clan.

In the past, he was just a high-ranking member of the big family and the unexpected son of a dwarf. Although he inherited the main body from the White People's side, he still had the characteristics of a dwarf and part of his father's inheritance.

When that family was still prosperous, he was just a mediocre and unpopular descendant.

However, in an important plan, the entire family was relegated to this remote place in southern Xinjiang by the late emperor who is now called the "Black Tyrant" because of one mistake, depriving them of their history, surname and all inheritance.

All the ascendants were executed or imprisoned in another frontier, completely losing all their heritage.

On the contrary, it was me, because the inheritance from the dwarf's father's side did not belong to the White People, but he escaped and was not stripped away and taken back.

With his status as an ascendant, he actually became the only authority and the only elder in Southern Xinjiang after his family moved to Harrison Port.

"Oh...it's been so many years..."

Withdrawing his thoughts, the old man raised his hand tiredly and massaged the bone between his eyes. He couldn't help but recall scenes from many years ago.

[——Pude, promise me...promise me not to resent Your Majesty. This is indeed the retribution we deserve for making a big mistake...]

[However, the child is innocent! Please, don’t leave. You are the only sublimator among us. Lead the children to take root in southern Xinjiang...]

[Only you, this is something only you can do...]

The woman, who was so old that she could only stay in bed, used a fragile tone that she had never shown to him before, and made a request that might be the only one she had ever made in her life.

He couldn't refuse, and he didn't want to refuse.

He couldn't wait to show her his abilities - to prove the possibility that he was no less than anyone, and could even be better than other White People.

"It's been decades, mother..."

Opening his eyes and staring at the high-end shower in the dark night, the short, but strong and majestic old man sighed softly, showing a rare vulnerability: "Finally, I have waited for an opportunity and a hope."

"After several generations, all the tribesmen have begun to forget our past... Although it is a bit unfair to the child, we really need it."

"Needs a hope of regaining glory."

At the same time, outside the window of the Presbytery, the west side of Harrison Harbor.

A steep cliff extending to the south, where numerous thunderstorms gather, is called the Caotan Cliff by all locals.

A tall, gray-haired man who looked like an iron tower stood on the edge of the cliff.

He stepped on a huge solid rock and stared solemnly at the depths of the distant sea.