"……OK."
Ian's ears twitched slightly, and he turned his head and looked at Hilliard's pretending to be mysterious. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what surprise his teacher had, and he was still so secretive.
With doubts and expectations, he returned to his room, and then saw a pile of black on his bed.
A black shirt.
"This is……"
Somewhat surprised, Ian stepped forward, picked it up and looked at it: "Did it for me?"
This black shirt was not a completely new one, but was repaired from Ian's previous set of clothes that had a lot of damage, with a lot of leather materials added that he couldn't see.
But to be honest, this so-called repair is not much different from making a new set. Basically all the key parts, damaged areas and links are sewn with new leather.
Although it looked patchy, no different from the patched clothes worn by ordinary children, it was very tough to the touch, and Ian felt that he could not even scratch it or pierce it with a knife.
But it is very light, as soft as cashmere.
"Is this the material of the teacher's cloak?!"
Ian has a very good memory. Within a few seconds, he recalled where he had seen such leather. It was the black cloak that Mr. Hilliard was wearing when he first met him... Yes, the other person had been disguised since then. After becoming Oceana, I never saw the other person cross again.
Unexpectedly, the other party actually cut it into materials and sewed clothes for himself...
His expression moved slightly, and Ian stared silently at the black shirt in his hand.
The shirt is a bit big and even a little baggy. This is not because Hilliard is not good at work, but because when Orsenna gave him the clothes, he randomly cut them out of his own old clothes.
After modification, although it still doesn't fit that well, there is no problem after being bundled and rolled up. It can be seen that the patcher has indeed thought carefully about it.
"teacher……"
Whispering the word to himself, Ian smiled slightly: "It's indeed a surprise."
He was silent for a moment, letting go of all the emotions in his heart.
The boy turned around and came outside the hospital. After thanking him sincerely, he said with a serious face that he would make good use of his cooking skills and cook more delicious meals in return.
"Haha, I haven't eaten any delicious food, but I want to see how you make it delicious."
Hilliard laughed and shook his head slightly, but did not refuse. He just made a few remarks: "For today, you can eat more. Someone from the nobles or the white people will definitely look for you later. Keep your spirits up. "
"Wait, then."
Hilliard was right on target, he did know the Empire well.
That afternoon, Ian, who put on new clothes, stewed the mountain beef jerky he got yesterday into a pot of beef porridge, and he and Hilliard had a big bowl of it.
And just when he was preparing to strike while the iron was hot, he worked hard to practice and strengthen his control over his own power and grasp of the essence.
Elder Pude's guards came to the door.
These two guards came to invite Ian to the Viscount Mansion to visit Viscount Grant with Elder Puder.
Most of Elder Pude's guards are young people in their early twenties. In a sense, all the young people in the White People who are talented in martial arts have served as Elder Pude's guards and received his guidance.
The outstanding ones will be recommended by the elders to join the Port Guard or the city defense force in Harrison Port. Ian's father Ernesto in this life took this path and became the captain of the guard.
And the less outstanding ones, like Brin, became a herb gatherer who licked blood with his knife and took food from the mouths of the natives. Most of the hunters of the White People also came from the same background.
As for the worse ones...then they are not suitable for the profession of martial arts at all. Just go and be a fisherman, farmer, or coolie craftsman.
But this time, the two guards who came to invite Ian were both male warriors in their thirties, in their prime, and at the peak of their personal condition.
They stood at the door, wearing strong antlered deer leather armor, with resolute expressions, and looked at Ian with a hint of novelty.
"Please come with us, little Ian."
"Your father and I were comrades in the same group back then, and we once destroyed several bog wolf lairs together."
They are the true confidants of Elder Puder, and naturally know the identity of Ian's psyker, so they spoke very softly when inviting him, and looked at the boy with admiration in their eyes.
The status of the White people in Harrison Port depends entirely on Elder Puder.
He is an ascendant who is proficient in dwarf alchemy and craftsmanship. He even mastered the inscription technique because of his early noble career and bloodline.
Such a sublimator who has mastered a variety of technologies is enough to become a guest in the mansions of major nobles. In fact, this is how Viscount Grant treated Elder Puder, and the White People have become an important part of Harrison Port. They are not the dispensable exiles before.
However, if Elder Pude dies...where will the Bai people go?
Without a second person who is so versatile and has a good relationship with the local nobles, the White People will definitely not be able to maintain their current power. The Viscount Palace may not continue to support the White People who have lost their value.
Of course, it is still early to talk about this. Elder Puder still has at least twenty or thirty years of good life. With the current development speed of the White People and Harrison Port, twenty or thirty years will be enough for them to cultivate an ascendant.
However, how can the possibilities of the future compare to the reality of Ian, such a young psychic, right in front of them now?
Arriving at the Viscount's Mansion, almost protected by being sandwiched between two guards, he breathed a sigh of relief. Ian, who broke free from the trap, looked up and saw Elder Puder waiting for him at the gate.
"It's a bit sudden, but don't worry."
The elder with a lush beard was dressed quite formally today, and even the fluffy beard in the past was neatly trimmed.
Wearing a pure white robe with light red trim, he held Ian's hand and walked into the viscount's mansion under the guidance of his attendants.
"Viscount Grant wants to see you and, as usual, give you the corresponding bloodline true form cultivation qualifications."
Elder Pude's voice was soft but quite clear: "This was originally a very formal procedure, but because of the attack by the natives yesterday, everything was simplified... Don't be nervous, essentially I am asking for your name and getting to know you. Your face is just a matter of registering your name in the register of Ascendants in Port Harrison."
"Uh-huh."
Ian was naturally not nervous, but he still pretended to be quite reserved and careful.
They arrived at the door of the Viscount's study on the second floor, but heard scoldings coming from inside the door.
"The outpost on the east coast was attacked, but you said you didn't see a signal for help?"
The Viscount's voice was low and clearly filled with anger: "The entire sentry tower was burned to a white ground, and the flames could be seen from five miles away. And then you tell me that you didn't see the signal for help?"
The scolding continued for a while, and a dark-skinned red-haired man exited the study with his head down expressionlessly. He looked at each other with Ian and Elder Puder, and only a pair of dark green pupils could be seen in the deep-set eye sockets.
"unfortunately."
After saying hello to Elder Pude, the decent-looking red-haired man returned to silence and was led away by the maid.
"Lübeck, the mercenary leader."
Elder Pude seemed to be whispering to himself: "He is a mountain man from the north of Nanling. His tribe only swore allegiance to the empire twenty years ago, and he is considered a half-indigenous person. More than ten years ago, his child was killed by the indigenous people on the Redwood side. He was captured as a sacrifice and stayed in Harrison Port for fifteen years to take revenge."
"Strange." At this point, Elder Puder frowned: "How could Lubeck make such a low-level mistake? He is a good player in a good hand, and Harrison Port is no more than five fingers better than him."
However, Ian keenly noticed that the other party's expression and leather armor had traces of battle. The other party must have fought last night, and he was definitely not trying to avoid fighting.
The mercenary leader concealed his actions last night.
He could see it, and the Viscount and Elder Puder were naturally not blind. No wonder Viscount Grant was so angry, because the other party was unwilling to take his lies seriously, and it was too perfunctory.
It is also possible that Lübeck is simpler-minded, but the result is the same.
This was not a big deal. Soon, following the summons from the calm Viscount Grant, Ian entered the study under the leadership of Elder Puder.
