Chapter 158: Your inscription is very good, now its mine (3/3)
Just when Viscount Grant was negotiating with Master Goser.
The blond nobleman who was left standing aside frowned slightly.
"This guy is really good at clinging, and I found an opportunity for him to build a relationship."
Thinking to himself, Patrick narrowed his eyes.
Ayers Grant, when he was in the college, he and he were both students with poor grades.
But compared to Patrick, who was not sociable at the time, Ayers was more independent and more popular with teachers and classmates.
The relationship between them is indeed not good, but it is not that bad. It is nothing more than two "ignorant" gangsters who are competitive with each other.
The two teenagers compared each other's family background, alchemy, stargazing, biology, friends, popularity, sublimation talents, and results in sports courses...
They compared so many things, even such nonsense as who caught more fish, they had to compare at that time.
There are losses, wins, and draws in these bullshit, but he is always the loser.
In other words, except for family background, alchemy and fishing, Patrick is always losing.
As for fishing, the two men were forced to tie because they couldn't catch even one fish.
Old Harrison was the leader of the new generation of inspectors under the late emperor at that time, or in other words, the model of the new inspector knights.
Although his strength has not reached the third level, he still has his own place because of his family's etheric weapons.
Patrick originally thought that the competition between himself and Ayers would continue until the time when both parties were knighted and worked in the imperial capital. These competitions in their childhood would provide them with opportunities for joking with each other, and Harrison Sr.
He will also advance to the third level and become a general under the late emperor. In short, he will be able to talk to the Ellen family on an equal footing.
They would become allies... This thought continued until old Harrison was sent to the remote mountains of southern Xinjiang, a wild land surrounded by endless redwoods and blue seas.
And, until he died fighting the local natives.
The Grant family is finished.
This was the only thought of all the families who knew about the death of old Harrison and were familiar with him at that time, and the Ellen family was no exception.
If old Harrison can open up the southern territory, defeat the local natives, and open up the territory for the empire to achieve the third level, then he can legitimately be canonized as a brand new Marquis of Nanling, and at least he will hold great power.
The border viscount became one of the emerging pioneering nobles.
But after his death, the late emperor took pity on him and gave Harrison Port to Ayers. As long as he could continue his father's business, annihilate the natives of Nanling, plant the strongest nail for the empire in the extreme south of the world, and become the first
For the third level, the honor promised to them by His Majesty still counts.
But at that time, the young Viscount Grant, who was still at the top level, might not even be able to defend Harrison Port.
Sure enough, little Grant's letter for help was sent to the imperial capital like snowflakes... But how could his childhood friendship help him?
Everyone silently or indifferently ignored the letter asking for help.
Only he, Patrick Ellen, reached out to help. He used his own funds to provide a batch of key healing potions and amplifying potions such as the Power of the Giant Bull.
"So what if you have more friends than me? So what if you have better talent than me? Ailes... you can't always beat me after all."
Withdrawing his gaze, Pat narrowed his eyes and looked to the other side, where he had been watching quietly and smiling slightly.
Excellent, really excellent.
Even a jealous person like him sometimes has to admit that some people cannot be jealous even if they are jealous.
For example, his eldest brother is now the head of the Ellen family. For example, the rookies of the Knights back then are now the generals of the generals.
Another example is the alchemy genius in front of me.
Patrick clearly remembered all the words of Master Gosei... This country boy actually reached the level of a formal alchemist at the age of fourteen?
Apprentice, junior, formal... Even an outstanding graduate of the Royal Alchemy Academy is only at the level of a formal alchemist.
Ayers is a real alchemy waste, and there is no alchemist in Port Harrison who can teach apprentices. This proves that he is completely self-taught by relying on basic readings. The instructor of the college often said that as long as he fully masters all the knowledge in the basic readings and A comprehensive understanding is enough for them to graduate with honors.
But is there really such a person?
Patrick didn't believe it at first, but now he does.
No wonder Master Gesai would cherish his talent and invite him.
"Is there any chance to recruit him? Anyway, I was only targeting Ayers before."
Patrick thought he could give it a try. After all, recruiting for this kind of thing only requires money. The Ellen family may not be able to say anything else. The money is really abundant, so it doesn’t matter how much you try.
"Ethan. Come here."
After thinking for a while, Patrick turned his head and said something to his nephew who couldn't hide his curiosity and surprise, making his nephew nod repeatedly.
Gu Shao
Then, the young blond boy coughed lightly and walked towards the white boy in a very formal manner.
Ian naturally noticed this movement and turned his head to look.
"Mr. Guide."
Speaking in the most formal tone, he stroked his palms extremely politely and praised: "Your Seiran Sensing skill just now is so exquisite, it's like art, it's amazing."
"Thank you for your compliment."
Ian couldn't help but want to laugh a little when he saw that the other person was not much older than him, but yet he was acting so formal and mature.
These are probably the nobles from the imperial capital.
For this sincere appreciation, he bowed slightly, then raised his head and calmly replied: "Just call me Ian."
"My name is Isengard Ellen."
When the other party formally sent his name, Ian was also looking at the other party's appearance.
The young man named Isengard wears a black adventure suit that is easy to move around. The material seems ordinary, but the actual material is probably the refined leather of some kind of Warcraft. His shoulder-length golden hair is messily tied together and slightly raised. Under his eyebrows, clear lake-green eyes were staring at him curiously.
However, under the young man's left eye, there is a stripe code composed of fine inscriptions, the purpose of which is unknown.
The other party is indeed a real aristocrat. His skin is snow-white and has never been exposed to the sun. However, his fingers appear a bit rough and even have a slightly messy color. This is obviously caused by long-term alchemy experiments and infiltration of chemicals.
Just as Ian was looking at it, Isengard made his request generously: "Ian... your identification process just now was too smooth, and I didn't see it very clearly. Can you demonstrate it for me again?
, I’m not very good at identification and I want to learn a little bit.”
"I'll pay for it."
He seemed to have thought of something, and then hurriedly added a sentence. Generally speaking, he was relatively reserved.
For ordinary appraisers, this is a very rude request.
Everyone's method of extracting essence and identifying details is unique, and it is a unique skill that can be passed down to future generations. How can it be shown to outsiders? This is not a question of whether to pay or not.
No one else would ask this kind of question, let alone ask for ‘study’ in such an upright way.
But Ian knew very well that the other party actually didn't care that much at all.
He simply wanted to see and learn...and he was never rejected.
"no problem."
Raising his eyebrows, Ian did not refuse him because it was unnecessary.
The guy in front of me seems to have stayed in the academy for too long and has become separated from the real world. But in the final analysis, the other person comes with good intentions. At most, he lacks emotional intelligence and is unreasonable.
As for the children of nobles, this is almost the extent of their virtue, which is considered very polite.
What's more, the other party will definitely not be able to learn the essence of his psychic ability and silver chip identification technique, and he still has other skills.
It’s still unclear who will get the advantage.
"Excuse me for being rude, but when it comes to appraisal, it is impossible to be empty-handed... Could you please give me an alchemy creation or psychic jewelry that can be used for appraisal?"
The aqua halo in his eyes flashed, and Ian quickly determined his target. He smiled slightly, pointed to a gem bracelet on Isengard's wrist, and said calmly: "How about this?"
"Huh? No problem."
Isengard was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the other party could see the most expensive psychic jewelry on his body at a glance.
But this also means that the young appraiser in front of me does have skills that he does not understand yet!
"please."
So the blond boy took off his bracelet quite happily and handed it to Ian in front of him.
Watching this scene, Patrick frowned slightly.
"What a coincidence?" he whispered in his heart.
Ian reached out and took the bracelet. He stared at this spiritual jewelry, which was filled with purple and green mist in his eyes. It was definitely the peak of the second energy level. The brilliance in his eyes changed to silver and blue.
Immediately, in the young man's field of vision, clear traces of inscriptions displayed in silver suddenly appeared inside the originally blurry purple-green mist!
Ian looked at these complex and detailed inscriptions with such rigorous order that they looked like works of art with great earnestness, as if he wanted to burn them deeply into his mind...
No.
He is now using silver chips to burn these psychic inscription formations that are at the peak of the second energy level!