The ether armed battle taking place in the sky will not affect the actions of everyone in the sea for the time being.
While driving the armored shark, Ian noticed that Isengard had gotten rid of the previous state of mindlessness, and turned his head and asked: "Are you okay? What's going on? Your uncle seems to be obsessed with killing you.
Are you sure you haven't offended him before, such as peed on him when you were a child or something?"
"How can it be!?"
Although it is simple, it is effective. In order to refute Ian's nonsense, Isengard immediately raised his head and retorted: "Uncle Pat is very good to me, and I have been very good since I was a child. I have never been messy...no..."
When he said this, his tone dropped again: "He is really very good to me...but why..."
"yes."
Squinting his eyes, Ian had already used his spiritual energy to target Master Gosei and the armor not far away - the two targets were in similar locations, so it was quite easy to find them.
The old man's body became unexpectedly heavy, sinking toward the deep sea like a stone. Ian urged the shark to speed up, then reached out and picked it up, clamping the unconscious alchemist master in his right hand.
The moment he took over, the young man noticed that the old man's body was quite hard. It was not hard like inner armor, but rather hard like a metallic skin.
Recalling that Master Gosei never took off his alchemy robe and was hunched all year round, he couldn't help but have a guess.
But now is not the time for verification.
"Ian, help me, inject this medicine into the teacher!"
After Isengard realized that his teacher was still alive, he immediately took out a bottle of light green medicine with a needle from his arms. The boy from the White People only had two hands and could not help feed the medicine. He could only use his two hands to feed the medicine.
He moved closer and allowed Isengard to insert the medicine into the back of the old man's neck.
Zhizhi... After the potion was emptied, Master Gosei's charred skin that had been struck by lightning immediately improved a lot. A lot of carbon ash peeled off, and intact skin was regenerated visibly to the naked eye.
At least it's a second-level regeneration potion... These nobles casually took out goodies worth hundreds of thalers or even more.
At this moment, Ian is holding Isengard in his left hand, Master Gosei in his right hand, and the Armored Shark between his legs. It means that the entire module of Ian's weapons has been loaded.
Only then did he have time to continue talking to Isengard, who breathed a sigh of relief.
"He is indeed very kind to you. This is what I don't understand. That guy really likes you. It can almost be said that he regards you as his son."
Ian's psychic ability can see people's emotions and changes in many details. He can be sure that when Patrick interacted with Isengard, he did see each other very closely, and that kind of love came from the heart - also
Because of this, he didn't even plan to take Ethan's life at first, he just planned to make him lose his potential, that's all.
For the noble struggle on the continent of Terra, this is already very tender.
It was only because of Ian's interference that his plans went out of control one after another, that he had to use force to kill, and even like now, he took action forcefully at the risk of his own life.
What on earth could make an elder of an established noble family give up his own life just to die with the heir to the next head of the family who has a very good relationship with him?
There is no reason at all! If Isengard became the head of the Ellen family, Patrick's wealth would probably be even higher than it is now!
unless……
"Isengard."
Ian asked thoughtfully: "Your uncle...has any children?"
"ah?"
The blond boy was stunned by this question. He blinked his lake green eyes, his eyes showing complete confusion: "Uncle Pat, he... seems to have never even been in love? I don't know, but
At least, he never cared about women."
At this point, Ethan was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice with some embarrassment: "We have actually been talking in private... that he likes men, such as Viscount Grant, an old friend..."
——What kind of heartthrob Viscount? Could he be a very popular person on the continent of Terra?
Ian really wanted to complain about what these nobles were gossiping about in private. Can we get some valuable information?
"Viscount Grant likes red-haired people. If it is true, then your uncle seems to have no chance."
He muttered, then frowned: "If you don't have children, that would be really strange."
never mind.
It's not a big deal if you can't find a reason for the other party to take action for a while. Anyway, it's Isengard and Master Gosei who should worry about them.
As for Ian himself, what he has to do now is very simple.
"That's right there, in front!"
Urging Shark, Ian used the power of the fairy wings, and he pointed clearly to the purple light ahead: "That's the armor! Take me there!"
"Oh!" The armored shark accelerated excitedly - it was not at all afraid of this group of second-level powerhouses gathering together. Instead, it went crazy and liked this dangerous feeling.
...This may be because the teacher was too strong and gave this shark a false sense of security. Ian felt that he had to find an opportunity to correct the other person's misunderstanding.
Because, the next battle... will definitely not be like the small fight with sea beasts and pirates before...
Iron Shark approached the armor. Ian put Isengard and Master Gosei down, let them take them, helped inject underwater breathing medicine, and entrusted Shark to take care of these two.
Then, he approached the armor.
The water-colored light lit up, and Ian activated his precognitive vision.
"Let me see how to open your door..."
Whispering to himself, the young man soon knew where the switch was. He smiled: "Sure enough, it's right here."
At this moment.
When Patrick and Viscount Grant were confronting each other, two giant eels belonging to the indigenous people also arrived in the distance.
——I didn’t expect that within a few days of coming to my place, Pat would become related to the indigenous people... Or is he also related to the spies of Flying Fire Land?
——No, Feiyandi has nothing to do with him. The natives probably came here not because of his invitation, but because of the key in my hand.
The Viscount was unexpectedly calm. He had obviously encountered many unexpected things, but because he had already had a premonition...or rather, instinctively felt that something was wrong, he was not very surprised now, and could even understand it clearly.
The purpose of each party and the reasons for doing so.
So, he was just... very confused and regretful.
His old friend actually wanted to fight with him, sneak attack on their common teacher, and cooperate with the natives to confront him - if what he wanted to do was for some big plan, it would be fine, such as treason and fighting for the head of the Ellen family.
In fact, Viscount Grant may not be unable to understand such things as his position.
After all, it is normal for nobles to go crazy. It is even more normal for them to go crazy for the sake of power, wealth and power, and everyone can understand it.
But look, what did Patrick do? He actually drew a sword against himself just to kill his nephew!
"If you discuss it with me in advance...this kind of thing is not non-negotiable!"
When he thought of this matter, the Viscount felt filled with annoyance - just killing a junior, does this kind of thing really need to be hidden for people like them? Although Isengard is indeed well-behaved, he is not one of his own.
So what if he kills him? Of course, for the sake of the development and security of the territory, he will definitely not agree and will even persuade Patrick to stop.
But no matter what, things have happened.
"Patrick with the Anhua sub-strain, plus two giant eels... can still be dealt with."
Lowering his head, Viscount Grant stared at the rough sea. He felt that the elemental crystal in his body was surging with a comfortable coolness: "After all, the sea..."
"This is my home court."
However, just when Viscount Grant was about to engage in an unfair one-on-three battle.
He was surprised to find that the two giant eels that came together actually separated.