Ian, who was watching from a distance from the heights of Harrison Harbor, retracted his gaze and whispered to himself: "The teacher said that if the patrol knight didn't find any clues, he would not take action."
"It seems that the other party still discovered the teacher's true identity, which made the teacher make up his mind."
The young man took a deep breath, now was not the time to be upset.
He analyzed calmly: "Now we have to go home and wait. If there is no signal from the teacher within five minutes, it means the situation is critical."
With heavy thoughts, Ian returned home, and Ellan was waiting for his return, with a little uneasiness on his white face.
Although Ian and Hilliard said nothing, the boy was extremely keen in this regard and noticed something was wrong: "Brother?"
"Don't worry, Elan... I will send you to Elder Puder's place to play for a while, remember to be good."
"Uh-huh."
Holding his well-behaved brother in his arms and sitting on a chair, Ian waited silently for the signal.
He didn't wait.
"...it's time to go, Elan."
With a solemn expression, Ian did not do anything extra.
He stood up and held Elan's hand, while the young boy bit his lips. A dark uneasiness swept through his heart, but he didn't say anything more.
"Ian?"
Elder Puder is in the office of the Elder's Hall. He has just received a message from Knight Yam, and the old man is preparing to set off to prepare the artillery.
He looked at the young man and his younger brother with some confusion, not quite sure of the current situation: "What's wrong, you brought Elan to see me today?"
"Elder, my spirit can see the future."
But when Ian opened his mouth, Elder Puder opened his eyes wide and clenched his fists subconsciously.
Without any hesitation, knowing that no one was eavesdropping in the office on the second floor and that Pud was the only one, Ian calmly said information that was enough to make everyone take a breath: "In recent years, you may also feel that,
My 'uncle' is very strange, he seems to be a different person."
He stated: "It has indeed been replaced."
Elan was confused and didn't understand this sentence, but Elder Puder, who did understand, looked stunned. He turned his head and looked out the window. He heard thunder shaking from the east of the city before, and he already thought about it: "Wait a minute, could it be that
explain……"
"Elder, you don't need to know who 'he' is, but that knight is indeed coming towards my uncle and me."
Ian closed his eyes, he was silent for a while, then opened his eyes, staring at the frowning Elder Puder with his eyes with a water-colored halo: "I have to help my family, but Elan... I hope you
Can you help take care of it?"
Then, as if he was foretelling, he added: "I don't need your help, elder. You are not good at fighting. You will die and you won't be able to bring any help at all."
"There's no need to think about moving Elan and I away. The other party seems to have the ability to track us. He was able to find me and my uncle two years later, which proves that hiding and escaping are useless."
"Yes, this is not mind reading, elder. I can see your future trend. In my eyes, all the choices you just made are inevitable, so I can guess what you want to do."
Having said this, Ian lowered his head slightly and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Elder Puder, I'm only confessing now because this is the best outcome among all the futures I can see."
"...really predicting the future?"
Puder's chest rose and fell rapidly after being stuck on several thoughts by Ian. The old man stared at Ian in surprise and uncertainty, who was more mature than he had ever met in the past, with some vague understanding in his heart.
This is what the other person really looks like.
This boy, who has always acted more mature than all the children, is more mature than they imagined.
He didn't lie.
But even so, and precisely because of this, the elder couldn't help but slap the table and roar: "Since you are so smart, you must know that all the preferential treatment I give you is because of your spiritual power. I think you can revitalize the family and rejuvenate the family."
Regain the glory!"
"But what about you now? You are going to take risks in the face of death, and you still expect me to take care of your brother for you?!"
Ian just stared at Puder, staring calmly.
The scarlet mist reflected in the cyan eyes gradually faded, and then turned into a deep blue.
"You can predict the future..."
Under this gaze that seemed to see through all possibilities, Elder Puder murmured to himself, staggered back, and then fell on the seat.
He lowered his head blankly and stared at his thick hands: "You can predict the future... Oh my god, there is a real prophet in the family... a real prophet..."
"Yes, your true abilities, the nature of those peculiar observation abilities... can indeed be explained by predicting the future!"
The old man raised his head and almost begged: "Is there no other better choice?"
Ian just shook his head slowly, cruelly showing the reality.
"Please help take care of Elan."
He whispered and reiterated calmly: "Then wait for my return."
Elder Puder was silent.
He could not believe it at all, and he could lock up Ian for protection. Why should he believe the nonsense of a ten-year-old child? What can a child understand?
When it really didn't work out, he kept his old face and asked Viscount Grant to take action. No matter how strong Wiggers was, after such a fierce battle, there was no way he could defeat the Viscount armed with ether.
But...these changes are really too big.
Why did Viscount Grant take action? Even if Ian is a prophet, will the other party really protect him? Not to mention that if the Viscount takes action, what follows is not just a matter of a single knight, but a political event in which frontier nobles attack the imperial envoys.
There is no way Ian's secret can be kept secret under such pressure.
And can he really protect Ian when he protects him? Can his old self really defeat even an injured second-level peak person when he fights?
For the first time, Elder Pude felt an indescribable sense of powerlessness, a feeling he had not felt decades ago when the entire family was expelled from the imperial capital and exiled to southern Xinjiang.
Because faced with today's problems, he simply didn't know what to do and couldn't start.
"Elder."
At this moment, Ian spoke, causing the extremely troubled Elder Puder to raise his head.
Then, he saw a light golden mass of light.
Dust, rock chips, and glass cups are all attracted by this source of matter and shake, the heavy ones roll over and the tiny ones are gathered in the palm of the hand.
The young man skillfully controls the source of matter out of the body, just like controlling a part of his own body.
The old man could sense that although Ian's source reaction was much weaker than his own, in terms of purity and condensation and pure attribute reaction, it was better than his own.
But he was only ten years old!
Moreover, this sefirah, this sefirah that is extremely familiar but has not been seen for a long, long time...
"Sand Armor Apprentice..."
His eyes widened in disbelief. This was the first time that Elder Puder had truly lost his composure: "Could it be him?!"
Seeing the radiance of source matter in Ian's hand, Elder Puder stood up directly and overturned the chair: "You inherited his mantle?!"