Elder Puder was puzzled by this, but after all, the last time he saw Oceana was more than half a year ago. It is normal for him to eat better after such a long time and to grow stronger.
Not to mention that the large, deformed tumor on the opponent's leg has not changed. Although there are injuries on the face, the general appearance is indeed that of Oceana.
"It seems that I won't be able to continue sleeping tonight. The natives are getting more and more aggressive and are setting fires in the harbor... There may be follow-up attacks. I have to go to the city hall."
He casually blamed the fire on the indigenous people. As an elder of the White people, Puder naturally knew how to explain to the officials of the city hall and the local viscount what they wanted to hear.
At this moment, as many white people gathered and poured water to put out the fire, the fire had shrunk a lot and was almost extinguished.
Only smoldering wooden frames remained, radiating heat and distorting the air within the crumbling ruins of the house.
Elder Pude, who had determined the situation, had already made a decision. He turned his head and told Sai Nan who was standing aside: "Sai Nan, take Ian and the others to that house to rest. You know, the one by the dock."
"Yes!" The fisherman accepted without hesitation. The surrounding residents had just been praising his bravery and righteousness. He had made a small splash in the limelight. The dark-skinned fisherman could not see his thoughts on the surface, but he was happy in his heart.
After finishing speaking, the old man turned his head and looked at Ian, his eyes thoughtful.
——This child is no longer noisy and crying now, and can actually retell what happened smoothly, which is very different from ordinary children.
Although he looks timid, he is really courageous inside.
In addition, he was really cute and had a pair of big watery eyes that seemed to be able to talk. Elder Pude couldn't help but sigh, if their team was still in the imperial capital, this child would definitely attract the favor of many noble girls when he grew up.
pity……
"Good boy, go to sleep. Oceana needs to heal. You and your brother have a good rest."
Shaking his head and stopping his thoughts, the old man said to Ian as softly as possible: "Don't be afraid. I was an uncle before, but now I am a tribe member who will protect you."
The boy raised his head and looked at Elder Puder seriously.
"I believe in the elder." He said this, and his sincere tone made the old man stroke his beard with satisfaction, and laughed: "Go and rest quickly, it is the time to grow up!"
Next, Ian followed Sai Nan to a hut next to the pier.
Compared to the harbor where Ian originally lived, the streets near the pier are less shabby. The coastal breakwaters are made up of special fairy sea trees, with thick short trunks and dark brown reef-like roots and gray-white stones.
Entangled with each other, resisting the wash of blue waves.
It was late at night, and most of the residents who had been awakened by the fire had returned to their houses to continue resting. The streets were quiet and deserted. Ian followed Sai Nan through the stairs and streets, and arrived at a small house on the shore.
"This house originally belonged to the Mortara family, but it was damaged in a storm eight years ago. The whole family was gone, and no one lived in it after it was repaired. It is now in good use."
The dark-skinned fisherman touched Ian's head: "This is the inside of the port. Don't worry, no matter how powerful those natives are, they won't be able to get here."
"Thank you, Uncle Sainan!" Ian seemed to finally heave a sigh of relief. He looked at the small house near the sea and couldn't help but murmured: "Finally..."
After working hard all day, after killing three people and picking up a teacher, Ian could finally have a good rest.
He said goodbye to Sai Nan, settled his brother, and made a blanket for him.
Ian opened his precognitive vision for the last time today.
The steady white aura is rotating like clouds in the sky. Although there is still a faint trace of blood lingering, who in this world is truly safe and can truly feel at ease?
Because of Ian's fiddling, Ellan opened his eyes and woke up. His purple eyes stared blankly at his brother. He was very obedient and did not cry, but Ian actually wanted him to cry.
"Brother will sleep with you today."
Turning off the precognitive vision, the crystal water eyes dimmed.
Fixing Elan with a cushion, Ian began to tell some weird stories just like in the past memories.
Before his memory recovered, he was still a child named Ian, taking care of his younger brother, and he would always tell him some weird stories to lull him to sleep.
At that time, Ian would talk about all the fragments that appeared in his dreams, such as the towering steel building reaching into the sky, higher than the mountains next to the port; the magical magic network connecting everyone, and people at one end of the earth could know the other side.
The situation at one end; or a huge iron ship spewing flames in the void, starting from a huge ball filled with water, heading for a vast and bright starry sky.
Starry sky…starry sky.
Even though he was just telling the story, Ian couldn't help but be in a daze for a while.
Looking out the window at the starry night sky of Harrison Harbor, he raised his head and stared, as if the iron ship in his dreams and stories had become reality and was sailing towards the boundless sea of stars.
——Those are fragments of memory, an obsession that lasts two lives.
And Ian stared at the starry sky, even if he just stared blankly for a long time.
"The first night wasn't too bad."
After a long time, Elan fell asleep, and the boy lowered his head. He looked out the window at the surging sea water, and whispered to himself: "If it was a hellish start before, at least it can't be considered a bad start now."
After coming to another world, the first life-related survival crisis has been resolved...but the threat from the indigenous people is still there, and his life is still not guaranteed.
Unless, he can gain power. Greater power, power that can protect his own survival and give him peace of mind.
But that's for tomorrow.
Lie down and close your eyes.
He fell into a deep sleep amid the sound of the ocean tide.
A dreamless night.
When I woke up the next day, it was already noon.
The midday sun was shining through the window curtains, making Ian's white hair shine.
"Hmm~"
Opening his eyes and standing up slowly, Ian stretched like a cat. From the damaged parts of his collar and clothes, he could see that the bruises on the boy's waist, abdomen and chest had all disappeared, even the most serious ones.
, for example, the wounds on the head are now just a few faint red marks.
After waking up, Ian felt refreshed all over. Even the dizziness caused by excessive use of psychic energy yesterday had completely dissipated: "It seems that the wounds have healed. Has the self-healing ability improved so much?"
However, after feeling the buzzing in his stomach, he touched his stomach and sighed: "I just get hungry easily."
After awakening spiritual power, the food intake also increases, which is a small price to pay for mastering the power.
Turning his head, Ian saw the familiar sleeping face of his younger brother - this little guy seemed to be used to sleeping, and he was able to sleep in such a bright room in broad daylight.
He raised his head again and looked to the other side of the room.
'Osenna', who was bandaged and smeared with medicine, was also lying flat on a wooden bed, looking like he was sleeping soundly.
This was brought here after the wound was treated by the pharmacist last night.
But this was obviously a disguise. After noticing that Ian was awake, Hilliard, disguised as Oceana, also opened his eyes and looked at the white-haired boy with a rather intriguing look.
"Good student, you looked pretty good at pretending to cry last night," he said.
"Teacher, you are very good at pretending to be seriously injured." Ian said.
The two looked at each other and laughed.
Although the two parties can still be regarded as strangers, there is no doubt that for both parties, the other party is 10,000 times more friendly than a pedophile mushroom-sucking lunatic uncle and possible pursuers.
Ian needs Hilliard, and Hilliard is also optimistic about Ian's future. Compared with these, familiarity or unfamiliarity are simply boring trivial matters.
But soon, Ian's eyes became serious.
"Teacher." He got out of bed, stood in front of Hilliard who also sat up, and bent slightly: "You should have been an 'sublimator' in the past, right?"
Seeing this, the man also looked solemn and sat up from the bed: "Indeed."
Then, he heard Ian ask sincerely: "So, teacher, I want to know the source of the power of the sublime and how to become a true sublime."
This time, we relied on lighting fires, traps and surprise attacks to kill the enemy. However, this kind of preparation and luck are not always available. If the natives come to seek revenge next time, they will not be able to resist at all.
Ian wants to become powerful, and for the continent of Terra, becoming the sublimator spread by everyone's mouth may be the most orthodox and fastest way.
Of course, besides this, Ian still has many things he wants to ask about - such as psychic powers, the history and race of this world, the past of the land and country under his feet...
He wanted to know, but was not in a hurry, so he asked seriously, starting from the most critical point.
When it comes to knowledge, he has always been so sincere and unabashed.
"good question."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he straightened his back. Faced with the student's inquiry, Hilliard also smiled: "This is exactly what I wanted to tell you last night, the nature and practice of the sublime."