Chapter 130: Chip connected to nerves (3/3, thanks to the leader of the Holy Light Seekers!)
Such a promise was enough. Ian saw Elder Puder's solemn expression relax.
"The clan can't give you anything anymore."
When the young man heard this, the old man sighed and said: "You have inheritance and the ability to be a prophet. I am afraid that your strength is not inferior to mine. If it were not for your age, you would be able to walk on this land by yourself now."
"I can't tie you to anything. In the final analysis, the family has not given you much. I'm afraid the future will still be a burden for you..."
It's not that he's a misfortune, Elder Puder sincerely thinks so, especially since he knows that Ian's uncle in the past two years is probably that adult...
"Same blood is the most basic benefit, not to mention that we live together, and elder you have spent decades twisting us into a rope."
Shaking his head slightly, Ian admired the old man in front of him very much.
Not to mention the cooperation between Elder Puder and Viscount Grant, who determined the status of the White People in Harrison Port. He also used his personal authority to mediate many disputes among the White People, and established strict but not harsh clan rules, allowing the White People to follow loose rules.
The family has become a very cohesive family organization.
Bai Zhimin's stores have certain discounts for people of the same race. If you have minor injuries or illnesses, you can go to the Elder's Hall for treatment. If the treatment is serious, you will definitely be charged. But if it is just an ordinary diagnosis, you don't have to worry about the pharmacist deliberately telling the illness.
Too heavy to defraud medical expenses.
This kind of tacit understanding of mutual help and the relatively harmonious atmosphere within the clan obviously cannot be achieved with words.
Elder Pude must have put in a lot of effort back then, even executing many people with his own hands, before he completely set the tone for this rule and atmosphere.
If it were Ian himself, the speed might not be faster, and the effect would not be better... Why should he give up a family that has full potential, and he already has a certain status and authority, and is the default heir in the future?
Starting from scratch?
What Elder Puder said was not of much help to him. He was referring to personal strength, and what Ian wanted was not personal strength in the first place.
What he wants to do...
"elder brother?"
At this moment, Elan has also completely woken up.
He opened his eyes, looked around, and then saw that Ian was back. He couldn't help but said excitedly and jumped off the chair: "Back!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm back."
Opening his hands, Ian took a deep breath. He originally wanted to hug Ellan, but he felt a little hesitant as he noticed that his clothes were covered with his own half-invisible blood.
But Elan threw herself at him without hesitation: "I miss you!"
Without much force, it was as gentle as a ball of cotton. When he raised his head, the blood on his face made Ian sigh: "Hey...forget it, Elder Puder, are there any towels here for washing your face?"
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"have."
After some tossing, Ian bent down and wiped Ellan's little face clean. During this process, the boy had been very well-behaved. He just kept his eyes wide open and stared at Ian seriously.
"It's time to go home."
After wiping it clean, Ian stood up and held Ellan's hand.
"Thank you, Elder, for taking care of me." He bowed slightly to Elder Puder and said, "I may be quite busy these days... Viscount Grant, please excuse me."
"I will." The old man nodded. He watched the two brothers holding hands, slowly walking out of the room and walking down the stairs.
"Brother, where is uncle?"
"Uncle...went to a very far away place."
"It's like, like before, it takes a long time before you come back?"
"Longer and longer...maybe never come back."
"forever?"
"Ah, I haven't taught you this word yet..."
"Brother, you seem a little sad..."
"It's just a little regretful."
"..."
Their voices gradually became lower and farther away. Puder watched their figures disappear downstairs and greeted the guards.
They left the Elder's Hall and walked towards home.
Leaving the window, the elder sat back in his chair.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose and fell into deep thought for a long time.
"Prophet...prophet."
He murmured to himself: "In the indigenous legends, there are often legends about shamans who can foresee the future and guide the tribes forward. In the past, I thought it was a coincidence, or that the shamans were strengthened with the blessing of psychic plants.
Psychic warning reminder.”
"But two years ago, the natives predicted the coming of the big storm, and arranged a just-right strategy... Thinking about it now, if Ian hadn't been a prophet, and had not stopped the natives with that adult, I'm afraid Port Harrison would really have been destroyed.
Break through.”
Now that it has been determined that Ian is a prophet, all the coincidences and inexplicable things in the past can be explained.
"Futaba who foresees..."
Opening his eyes, the old man Bai Zhimin's gaze became solemn: "No matter what, we have to consider how to obtain this 'indigenous sacred object'."
"Originally I didn't want to cause trouble, but now that I think about it, this may be an opportunity to strengthen Ian's spiritual power and lead our clan to regain glory."
East of the city, home.
When Ian took Ellan home with a calm expression and closed the door, he knelt on the ground without warning, breathing heavily.
"elder brother?!"
Ellan looked at Ian who suddenly collapsed in surprise. He wanted to help him up, but his brother waved him away: "Don't come close... Pour me a glass of water... No, a bucket of water."
The little boy always listened to his brother's words, but this time he was really hesitant. But in the end, seeing Ian's expression of trying to endure the pain, he left quickly and hurriedly went to scoop the water.
"Ahem...what exactly is going on..."
Seeing his brother leave, Ian turned completely sideways and lay on the ground, all the muscles in his body were twitching slightly.
Breathing violently, Ian felt waves of hot tremors coming from his heart since the conversation with Elder Puder just now, and then transmitted to every nerve in his body, as if he was being burned by a burning flame.
The terrible pain.
The ancient dragon heart core left to him by Hilliard released a kind of warm heat, allowing his body to move normally after not taking in food for a long time and experiencing fierce battles.
There is no problem with the core itself. Everything was perfect before Hilliard left. Being the same as the source of the Fudo Castle series and years of words and deeds, Ian can quickly feel the integration into the core.
My own body, my teacher’s last legacy...the problem is indeed not at the core of my heart.
It's the nerve itself.
"It's me... because of the damaged nerves of Soma Core?!"
Soma core is a high-concentration neurostimulant substance that is more stimulating than the neuroactivating potions used by Space Marines in previous lives. It is not addictive, but the price is terrible toxin side effects. Even Ian's source species, Sand Armor Rock
Nuclear and Hilliard continued detoxification and repair, but his nervous system still suffered extremely serious damage.
But now, those damaged nerves have basically returned to normal. He only needs to wait for a month or two to be repaired and feel abnormal before he can return to full condition.
But now, there is another force activating Ian's nerves, causing boundless pain.
"Wait, can you say..."
At this moment, for Ian, time seemed to have turned into frozen fragments. He opened his eyes wide and watched the rainbow-colored brilliance pour out of his body and spread: "It's that chip...Teacher
The lord, the legacy of the late Emperor Inaga..."