Ian didn't know exactly what Hilliard did today, but he guessed that it must be related to the invasion of sea monsters in Harrison Port today, with heavy thunder and little rain.
According to the momentum of the Sequoia natives coming out this time, it is impossible for the two giant eels entrenched in the depths of the ocean, the sea spirits among the four totem spirits of the Sequoia, not to move out, but there is no eel in sight from the beginning to the end.
Most people in the Empire might guess that it was due to the interference of the big storm, but Ian believed that it was all due to his teacher's actions.
Now that the other party could return safely, the boy was already relieved. This was enough to prove that his teacher was quite capable...until he saw the obvious increase in wrinkles on the other party's face.
"Well, I need to take a good rest for a while."
In response to Ian's worried eyes, Hilliard just smiled gently. He stretched out his hand and patted the boy's shoulder: "I heard Ellan's voice. He must be hungry."
He didn't want to talk much.
After Ian nodded silently, he did not ask further questions. Instead, he went to clean the soaked stove and prepared to find a few sealed and unwetted firewood to light a fire for cooking.
"Is the epidemic..." He whispered to himself in his heart, but he found helplessly that he had no way to help his teacher.
Then again, how much do I know about Mr. Hilliard?
His identity can perhaps be guessed a little, and why he would want to accept him as his student or disciple can also be guessed... But his past, his experience, his persistence and belief...
What is this more fundamental thing?
Ian turned back silently and looked towards the hall. The old knight with long gray-brown hair was standing by the window, staring at the heavy rain and strong wind outside the window, staring at the gloomy and thick rain clouds that could not reveal any light. .
The old man raised his head slightly, and the silent figure seemed to be looking at something extremely distant, above the clouds.
…
The clouds were rolling and churning, and the peak of the great storm had passed. Although it was still violent, the Terrans could withstand it.
Wearing dark silver armor, Elder Pude and his escort returned to the city.
The leader of the team is the city defense officer Yam. This simple knight with a scar on his face has four ferocious heads hanging on his waist. Traces of flesh and blood can even be seen between the gaps in the dark-colored armor. All the soldiers behind him On their waists, there are indigenous heads or ears hanging.
Although it seemed cruel, all the people in Harrison Harbor who saw this scene couldn't help but cheer - because this was victory, proof of a great victory!
This war with the Sequoia natives once again ended with a great victory in Port Harrison.
"Your Excellency Puder, please report this good news to the Viscount on my behalf. Now I have to organize the team and command the basic city defense repair. It is difficult to distract myself."
After entering the city, Yam politely asked Pude, and the elder naturally could not refuse, so he immediately agreed, separated from the team, and headed to the Viscount Mansion.
This is not a strange thing, and even the guards of the Viscount Mansion did not stop him. Puder quickly passed the guard post and saw Viscount Grant who was individually testing the damage to the etheric weapon in the basement.
"Pude, come and take a look." The Viscount did not exchange greetings. They always communicated like this when there was no one else in private. He invited Bai Zhimin to inspect the huge mechanical armor in front of him: "The surface is seriously dented, and the core inside is Is the inscription plate okay?"
"It doesn't seem to be a serious problem, but the booster pipe and main deck were severely damaged, and the core inscription plate was not involved."
The old man stepped forward. While inspecting the damaged parts of the etheric weapons, he smoothly explained the process of the battle between the escort and the main force of the natives: "Your Excellency, the bishop is still treating the wounded in the town. He is quite angry this time. Those natives in the autonomous region are He killed people, buried their bodies and poisoned them at the water point nearby, causing a plague. He has been busy doing this some time ago."
"Two of the seven shamans were killed and one captured. Six of the fifteen chiefs escaped. This is a great victory."
After completing the inspection, Puder nodded to the expressionless Viscount Grant: "There are no problems that require urgent treatment. Then after the storm is over, I will bring the tools to repair it... Ayers, is it okay?"
He turned his head, looked at the viscount who was in a somewhat troubled state, and said his name with concern.
"Yes." The Viscount also nodded slightly, his dark blue eyes like whirlpools, unable to see anything: "Thank you for your hard work, Pude. I'm just a little tired now."
"That's fine." Pude said nothing more.
At this point, how could he not see that the natives directly attacked the Viscount's Mansion instead of plundering supplies from the more important armory or warehouse area, which proved that there was something extremely important to them in the Viscount's Mansion.
He could guess something - maybe it was the 'sacred object' or 'secret treasure' that the old Viscount snatched from the natives?
The old man could vaguely guess a few things that would not be used for decades anyway and would attract the natives to attack with all their strength.
But he doesn't know how to talk, or ask, or even think deeply.
Everything is rarely confused.
So he is Viscount Grant's best friend.
"etc."
Just before Elder Puder was about to leave, Viscount Grant suddenly spoke and stopped him.
When the old man Bai Zhimin turned around, he saw the other party throwing a book, which made him catch it subconsciously.
"The Pattern of Blue Waves"
"this……"
When Elder Puder saw the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar title of the book, he couldn't help but raise his head, looking at this long-time friend with doubts and some surprise.
But he could only see a face that was calm, a little tired, and nothing else.
"The one named Ian."
After waving his hand to signal the other party to accept it, Viscount Grant put his face on one hand and said calmly: "Very potential, very smart. Others are not very good, so he is probably the only one who can take over your job - don't Misunderstanding, I don’t think you will die early, but you should always prepare in advance.”
"You have studied this book, and you have taught him how to study it."
"Special inscriptions for etheric weapons...you actually take out something like this from the bottom of the box right now..."
Even Elder Pude's expression couldn't help but become a little complicated, but then he smiled relievedly: "Do you want to curse me to death? It's too early to think about it. He won't be able to take over my class for at least twenty years. , let’s wait until your son is born later.”
"Short-sighted old guy, can't a daughter do it?" The Viscount snorted: "You favor boys over girls, so I am a noble master."
"This is for your own good, otherwise... hum."
With the same grunt, Elder Puder left the Viscount Mansion.
Viscount Grant stood in the hall of his study, lost in thought.
"The alchemy cannon was actually repaired by that boy..."
Narrowing his eyes, the brown-haired nobleman whispered to himself: "Pude, Pude, you don't have to be too wary of me and let him act stupid in class... How can a truly smart and talented person hide it? ?”
"Twenty years? In less than ten years, he will be able to learn everything."
Shaking his head slightly, the Viscount continued to wait.
After a while, Yam came here, taking off his armor and changing his clothes.
"How about it?"
After the noble saw his knight, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh. He stood up and asked, "Have you asked those guys to say anything?"
"There are clues, but it's no different than nothing."
Yam frowned. What he brought was not good news: "The natives don't know about the ruins. They only know about the holy places left by their ancestors - not the sea of redwoods, foggy mountains, elephant bones, and light algae reefs. Such a sacred place is a sacred place respected by all Sequoia natives.”
"This is a quite ancient legend. Not many natives know about it now, but I can be sure that it should be the true form of the ruins group."
"This is good news. Isn't the clue very clear?"
After hearing this, Viscount Grant frowned: "Could it be that..."
"Yes." Yam nodded solemnly: "The indigenous people are not very clear about the location of their real holy land. This is their ancient legend. Only the great shaman can know the full picture. Ordinary Sequoia people know nothing about it. ...It is even possible that the great shaman has also lost this inheritance."
"It was the big storm eight years ago that destroyed the ancestral altar of the Elephant Bone Mountain among the indigenous people. It also allowed the indigenous people to once again find the records of their forgotten holy places and the relics of the pre-era civilization."
"master."
Speaking of this, the knight even shamelessly pointed out the mistakes his master had made in the past: "You should not have killed the survivor of the escort in the first place."
"If this were not the case, we might be able to find the ruins earlier than the indigenous people."
