At the first moment, Ian's eyes focused on Viscount Grant who was located in the center of the study.
This dark brown-haired aristocrat is fifty-eight years old this year, but his skin is smooth and his eyes are bright, without any wrinkles or aging. There are ripples in his light blue eyes like water waves. This is the inheritance of the Grant family. The power of the Abyssal Lizard Whale allows the viscount to control the water in and around his body, which can not only delay aging, but also use it to fight against enemies.
"You must be Ian."
Looking at Elder Puder, the Viscount nodded slightly. Having calmed down, he looked at Ian with interest, and then showed admiration: "Not bad, a very beautiful child. Show off your psychic powers."
Ian didn't say much. He opened his precognitive vision, and his eyes lit up with a burst of light cyan fluorescence.
Noticing this, Viscount Grant's expression changed slightly: "So fast? The control is quite good. Did you really wake up just a few days ago?"
Because he was mentally prepared for the face-to-face confrontation, he also felt that there seemed to be a vague sense of spying on him, and he couldn't help but nodded: "Sure enough, it is the psychic power of the observation system. It's very good."
Without combat-type psychic powers, it would be impossible to possess force too early. When advanced materials and inheritance are stuck, observation-type psychics cannot pose the slightest threat to his authority.
But in turn, the psychic powers of the observation department are the favorite assistants of all strong people. The early warnings and prompts they bring can always benefit a team a lot.
"It's a pity that I am too young to start practicing now."
Turning his head, Viscount Grant said: "Pude, I will hand over the inheritance to you, and you will be responsible for choosing the time to teach."
He looked at Ian again and smiled: "Ian, don't forget that you are a subject of the empire. If Elder Puder is unable to continue teaching you in the future, you can come to me for questioning."
With that said, he casually picked up a brass pocket watch that was placed beside the table and had obviously been prepared for a long time: "A small gift, as a congratulation to the first naturally awakened psyker in Port Harrison. In the future, I will contribute to the empire." Only by making more contributions can we live up to the grace of nurturing and protecting us.”
The brass pocket watch he handed out was engraved with the coat of arms of a giant beast. It looked like a giant whale, but its body had solid scales and raised crystals, embellished with colorful quartz.
——Good guy, this is giving favors and robbing people, taking the initiative.
Ian noticed from the corner of his eye that Elder Puder's expression was a little strange, and he immediately understood what was going on.
Everything else is just minutiae, emphasizing that the empire ignores the White people. The most important thing is that the viscount only gave some of the most basic steps of cultivation, firmly holding the subsequent inheritance in his own hands.
Generally speaking, ordinary people have to wait until after puberty to start sublimation practice. By the time they have achieved initial success, condensed source seeds, and begun to perfect the true form of bloodline, they will be at least almost twenty years old.
At that time, if Ian wanted to go further, he would have to go to Viscount Grant to apply for consultation... When Ian was about twenty years old, Elder Puder was already aging. As a young and powerful psyker, he would gradually become Harry The new core of the Mori Minato White People.
But unlike Elder Puder, he must closely adhere to Viscount Grant in order to take a further step on the road to sublimation and gain strength.
In this way, in more than ten years, the white people of Harrison Port will completely become the personal power of the Viscount.
This matter cannot be said to be good or bad. In the empire, many people are not worthy of being recruited and annexed.
The problem is that Ian noticed that Elder Puder's strange expression was not the helplessness of being forced to swallow the bitter pill of conspiracy, but rather a hint of unexpected joy.
Ian didn't understand why at first, but when he thanked him obediently and reached out to pick up the brass pocket watch from Viscount Grant's hand, the boy suddenly understood.
"Viscount Grant... gave the inheritance to the White People?"
With a slight shock in his heart, Ian had now figured out what the deal between the two old guys was about: "The white people of Harrison Port are exiles, deprived of all sublimation inheritance, and have nothing - Elder Puder is the exception. , but he can’t pass on his bloodline inheritance to other White people who don’t have the corresponding bloodline.”
"But this time is different... At the expense of my future dependence on the White People, Elder Puder once again allowed the White People to get their own inheritance from Viscount Grant!"
"Although it is only the most basic inheritance, it is also the root of sublimation and extraordinary power!"
Viscount Grant entrusted the inheritance to Elder Puder. In theory, it can only be taught to Ian, but how is this possible?
Whenever a suitable embryo appears, let alone Pude, even Ian will try to let the other person learn and enhance the power of his own race.
In this ancient feudal era, it is redundant to talk about any ideology. The same blood itself is the greatest cohesion, even in the advanced future.
Compared with inheritance, being attached to a noble is not a cost at all, it is simply a benefit.
"Good fellow, it seems that the people of White have taken advantage - Viscount Grant is actually quite generous!"
Everything has been figured out, and Ian is very polite and well-behaved on the surface.
He pretended to be very grateful, thanked the Viscount for the gift, and praised Viscount Grant's majesty and ability, as well as his swift instructions last night, which allowed the panicked refugees to enter the city without causing any commotion.
He recalled the orderliness and well-trained knights in the city when he returned, and praised it half in disguise and half sincerely.
——The other party does have real materials.
"Haha, that's an exaggeration."
Even Viscount Grant found the eight-year-old boy's heartfelt praise in childish words quite useful. In fact, he had always felt that he was quite capable and capable, but there was no point in using it due to the neglect of the imperial capital and political reasons.
But now, he just has the opportunity to show off, and someone is touting him, so he is naturally happy both physically and mentally.
"Go ahead."
Nodding with considerable satisfaction, Viscount Grant registered Ian's name on the list of 'Harrison Port's legal sublimators'. This list will be sent to the capital of Nanling Province in the near future, and will eventually be counted in the imperial capital, which is the strategic data of the empire. Quite an important part.
Since then, Ian has been an officially registered legal sublimator - although he is still young now, if he succeeds in his practice in the future, he will receive preferential treatment in various places, and will be exempted from many troubles of pass passes, and there will be many small businessmen. The team wanted to put itself under his name.
Viscount Grant was very busy. After registration, he communicated with Elder Puder for a while about the coordination and preparation of the artillery unit, and then saw off the guests.
Following the guidance of the maid, he left the mansion and came to the street. Elder Puder, who was obviously relieved and with a smile on his face, reached out and patted Ian on the shoulder.
"How about it?"
He asked in a low voice: "Little Ian, what do you think of Viscount Grant?"
"Um……"
Ian pondered for a moment, then frowned and said seriously: "If I were a little older, he would definitely attack me."
"This old pervert's eyes are too direct, I can't stand it."
The old man stopped, showing an expression of astonishment, and hesitated to speak.
After a while, Elder Puder, who was speechless and laughing, shook his head and said: "It is true that Viscount Grant is not taboo with men and women... But you little brat, you thought too early!"
"He squeezed my hand when I was holding my pocket watch just now!"
Ian was also half-joking. He could see that Viscount Grant really admired his appearance, but it was not so explicit.
If anything, even if Mr. Viscount really has desire, he may still have feelings for his spiritual power.
This is a man whose desire for power and strength is much higher than his lust for flesh. He is a serious template for an imperial aristocrat.
"Viscount Grant may not be a good person or a nobleman, but he does have great ambition, courage and determination."
Taking Ian on the way home in person, Elder Puder said slowly: "What he gave to you and me is the true form of the Wavesinger, a lower-level true form inheritance of the water attribute. The power is not It’s powerful but has limited potential.”
"But even so, it's extremely precious and something we can no longer have."
Elder Puder was silent for a while, Ian also did not speak, and there was silence between the two of them.
After a while, the old man sighed softly: "We, the white people, are the descendants of sinners who made big mistakes in the past and were exiled here."
"The exiled people who have lost their inheritance, strength and protectors should have slowly died out. It's just because I still retain some skills that have nothing to do with the White People and originate from my dwarf bloodline. This way I can continue to protect my people after being exiled."
"Huh."
Although Ian has long guessed why there is an ascendant like Elder Puder among the exiled White People, and the reason why the White People have a special status in Harrison Port should be because of their unique skills.
But when he looked at the old man's hands, he didn't find calluses similar to those of a blacksmith, so he felt confused: "It doesn't look like it..."
"The dwarves are not just blacksmiths. It's been 766 years since Terra, we can't still have this ancient prejudice."
Noticing Ian's gaze, Elder Puder smiled: "What I am good at is actually alchemy and inscriptions, which are ancient dwarf runes. This is why I can become the Viscount's assistant."
"You're very smart...Ian, much smarter than I thought."
After pondering for a moment, the old man shook his beard and made up his mind: "In this way, starting from tomorrow, every afternoon I will hold classes for the blacksmiths and alchemists in Harrison Port, and select those with potential to teach the inscription skills."
"You come here to listen to the class, and you can understand as much as you can. Anyway, we are starting from scratch, so you should be able to keep up."
Elder Puder's words did not mean any rejection, and Ian did not intend to refuse.
Can you learn the alchemy and inscriptions of Terra? He couldn't say he wasn't interested, he could only say he was elated.
However, Ian thought about his cultural class taught by Hilliard every night, and his afternoon inscription class starting tomorrow.
He couldn't help but feel a hint of doubt and a familiar feeling.
"How come I was reincarnated into another world..."
"Do you still have to study and take exams every day?"
