The moment the visitor entered the room, Elder Puder was shocked and wanted to stand up. However, Elan, who had just woken up, was still in his arms, so he did not really do so.
"Still alive."
The young man said calmly, he didn't look good at the moment.
The clothes of the white-haired boy who had just entered were soaked by the heavy rain, and there were many holes in the cuffs and trouser legs. He was holding a black long sword in his right hand, and there was blood flowing under the shirt on his chest, which was close to his skin.
Ian's long hair was not tied up like before, but was spread loosely, sticking to his face and neck. His bright pupils were a little dim, which was an obvious sequelae of excessive use of psychic energy.
However, compared to these embarrassing images, his ecology was quite calm. At the same time, two White People's guards also came to the door. They were a little confused and wanted to ask Elder Pude for instructions.
No matter how much Ian was valued by Puder, he seemed to be injured, but this kid still carried a sword. Even they felt that even giving Ian another sword would not pose any threat to Elder Puder.
But they must do their duty.
"Back off."
Elder Puder nodded and signaled the guards to step back. After the sound of coming downstairs came, he put Elan, who was still rubbing his eyes, on the chair. He walked up to Ian and wanted to
Check his injuries.
"It's okay, elder."
Ian opened his hand and let the other party do it helplessly: "It's a little injured, but it's all healed."
"It's indeed okay, but this blood..."
Elder Puder frowned. After he checked, he found that Ian did not have any injuries. Although the blood on his chest had turned into scabs, his clothes were not torn... He had many thoughts in his mind, but in the end he decided not to ask anything.
.
No need to ask.
If there is something that Ian needs to know, then he will say, if he doesn't need to know, then it is best not to ask.
He knows this better than anyone else. Knowing things he shouldn't know will only have the most tragic consequences.
Just like the family of old, searching for things that shouldn't be searched for, longing for impossible rewards.
"Give it back to you, Elder Pude."
While the old man was thinking, Ian took out from his waist the silver gun that the elder had lent to him when he left.
He lowered his eyes and stared at the gun calmly: "I don't need it."
"Um?"
Squinting his eyes, he took the gun handed over by Ian. Elder Puder inspected it and said slowly: "Ian, what does this mean?"
"Elder, there is no need to worry."
The young man stopped his hand and said in a calm tone: "I know what you mean, and my answer is that everything is as expected."
After Elder Puder inspected the gun, he found no trace of use, not a single bullet was missing, and the ignition inscription engraved on it was not worn out at all.
Ian did indeed return victorious without using his 'aid'.
Raising his head, the old man looked at Ian.
The young man said softly: "When I saw the future, it didn't exist."
"It doesn't make sense, but I'll take it with me anyway."
"...I understand, forgive my temptation."
After a moment of silence, Elder Pude sighed, and nodded: "For second-level sublimators, even those who are seriously injured or unconscious, an ordinary gun without an alchemy module cannot cause effective damage.
Killing."
"But no matter what, it can indeed bring certain advantages. If you are an ordinary person, even if it is meaningless, you will definitely use it a few times."
"Ian, you are indeed a prophet...real and true."
He finally admitted this from the bottom of his heart.
It's not that Elder Puder doesn't believe that Ian is a prophet, rather, he is the one who most hopes that Ian can really predict the future.
But how powerful is it in predicting the future? Most psychics have some experience of precognitive dreams, and predictions of danger are even more common.
A psyker with little talent will always feel that he may be a prophet, but there is a huge difference between a true prophet and prophet, and the premonitions and omens that psykers share.
But now, the old man can be sure that Ian is at least a true prophet who can see the trajectory of the future and even the obvious signs... When he saw the future, he did not have his own help, so when he acted later, he would not be able to see the future.
Need your own help.
Ian didn't lie.
"It's yours."
Without hesitation, Elder Puder handed the gun to Ian again: "Although it is useless, it can be regarded as a portable self-defense tool and is better than ordinary swords."
He looked sideways at the black sword held tightly in Ian's right hand, his eyes condensed slightly, and then he shook his head and said: "Of course, it can't be compared with the sword in your hand."
There was some hesitation, but in the end, Puder asked seriously: "Ian... that adult..."
"……he left."
After taking the gun, the young man was silent for a moment, and his tone was smooth and natural: "I won't come back again."
"Yes, he has been discovered and should leave no matter what."
Elder Puder did not doubt that he was there. He asked Ian to sit on the guest sofa aside and thought: "Your injury... I will declare to the outside world that it is a failure to condense the source seed, so you need to rest recently... No, just say
I have been exercising too hard recently and my spiritual energy is not smooth. I want to take care of my uncle by the way."
"As for your uncle, he is suffering from aberrations and needs to rest at home without being disturbed. I have already prepared the materials and the next treatment plan. I have sent his request document to the dock, and the salary will be issued as usual.
months, and died of natural illness three months later.”
Regarding Ian, Elder Puder spoke slowly and cautiously, making decisions on the spot based on the situation.
As for the identity of 'Osenna', his thoughts on how to deal with it were quite smooth, and he had obviously matured his thinking.
"You are a psyker and have a talent for sublimation... If you can be his disciple and get that inheritance, you don't need to worry about me."
The old man frowned. He was obviously very distressed: "But in this case, what should we do with the inheritance of the Wavesinger? The inheritance of Viscount Grant is the 'Diving Lizard Whale', which is a high-level bloodline of the fourth level.
In his eyes, he can roughly sense the progress of any low-level water attribute's true bloodline form."
"This is not a problem." Ian didn't care: "Before the second level, I can disguise myself as the true form of the water attribute... and after the second level, I will temporarily leave Harrison Port."
Noticing Elder Pude's expression, the young man said with relief: "Don't worry, the existence and prosperity of the family are the foundation of my future plans."
"Elder, don't talk about feelings, just talk about future interests. I will not give up on the white people of Harrison Port."