The patrolling guards recognized Elder Puder. They all knew that he was an old friend of Viscount Grant and the local civil affairs adjutant. Although in theory he only assisted the official empire in managing the White people, for ordinary soldiers like them, it was of no use to them.
Questioning sir.
——Not to mention their immediate boss, Vice Captain Reid of the escort team, is also a White Citizen.
A black-bearded soldier wearing light armor and a conspicuous red nose stepped forward and smiled ingratiatingly: "Are you coming here to leave the city? It is already evening and the main gate is closed. I will take you to the other side...
"
"No, I'm here to show this little guy the world." The old man raised his hand and interrupted the other party's attentiveness: "How many flies are there today? I guess there should be quite a few."
He said calmly: "Take us to see it."
The soldier looked sideways at Ian. He seemed to have thought of something, his beard twitched, and he said with a rough smile: "Is that the kid who survived the natives and fought back to kill him? I wonder why there are so many flies today."
He wisely did not say much, but led the way for Elder Puder and Ian.
The walls of Port Harrison collapsed a lot due to a series of thunderstorms and disastrous winds eight years ago. The walls on the north and east sides have not been completely repaired so far. Only the west side is adjacent to the indigenous people.
autonomous region, so restoration is given priority.
But even so, due to various reasons, some sections of the city wall have not been repaired, and only wooden fences have been set up to surround an cleared open space, which is led to the other side of the river by a pontoon bridge.
This is the private trading point between Port Harrison and the Redwood Aboriginals.
Ian looked around the trading point. In the center was a bonfire burning with the scent of resin to repel mosquitoes and ants, while a variety of furs, animal meats and strange herbs were hung on simple brackets and wooden boards, waiting for visitors to choose.
Several merchants were squatting behind the goods, chatting about colorful topics and laughing loudly from time to time.
The red-nosed soldier walked into the trading point, and the merchants who were selling goods on both sides were stunned. Several merchants seemed to be planning to stand up to say hello, but after seeing the soldier's serious expression, they sat back obediently and looked at Yi with curiosity and nervousness.
En et al.
——Inspection by a big shot? This is really rare.
Even if there are wealthy people in the city who want to buy indigenous specialties, they usually send servants to buy them...
"Bourne, how many flies are there today?"
Walking straight to a lame merchant, the red-nosed soldier said bluntly: "Your Excellency Puder wants to take a look."
"ah?"
The lame businessman obviously didn't expect that he would be inspected by a big shot. He was stunned for a while, and then stood up under the impatient urging of the red-nosed soldier. He nodded and bowed to Elder Pude with some confusion: "Your Excellency, Your Excellency
,please take a look..."
Behind him was a wheelbarrow, covered by a dirty animal skin. Even the resinous scent of the trading point bonfire could not cover up the putrid smell. Even the red-nosed soldiers looked grim.
, couldn't help but take a step back slightly.
Ian was slightly startled by this.
He had smelled this extremely unpleasant rancid smell before.
That was the smell that came out after he killed his uncle Oceana, and his body rotted by the lake and was dissected by him.
The lame merchant peeled off the animal skin and smiled flatteringly at Elder Puder and Ian: "All the flies have been here in the past two days..."
He seemed to say something else, but all of Ian's attention was focused on the 'merchandise' in the trolley.
Corpse.
Placed in the trolley were several indigenous corpses with twisted limbs, dark skin, and full of strange lines!
"The natives and we are still in a state of hostility. They will send spies from time to time to investigate the situation in the city, and we will also send out scouts to find out what is going on in the forest."
Noticing that Ian's eyes were firmly fixed on the pile of corpses, he thought that the boy was probably being stroked by the astonished Elder Puder, who was stroking his beard. He stared at the corpses in front of him and said calmly: "All the discovered indigenous spies are here.
, the natives of other tribes are willing to pay high prices to buy the corpses of rival tribes - they are not monolithic, they also have the tradition of eating corpses, and there are many people in the city who are willing to do this kind of corpse recycling business."
"Ian, this was just discovered, and most spies will not be discovered."
The old man didn't say what would happen if the Harrison Port scouts were discovered by the natives... because as we all know, the natives never waste food.
At this moment, heavy footsteps were heard outside the trading point.
"Old Bern, there are two new ones here. If you are not eaten by those beasts this time, you will make a lot of money. You will have to treat us to drinks when you come back!"
Two soldiers wearing armor and with light crossbows hanging on their waists pushed a cart and walked over talking and laughing loudly.
They walked into the trading point, and soon noticed the red-nosed soldier and Elder Pude - the two soldiers immediately stiffened their expressions and stopped talking.
"look."
The white-haired old man turned his head and motioned for Ian to look at him: "Although you may not be able to tell the difference, they are spies from the tribe who want to kidnap you and Elan as sacrifices."
"Unexpectedly..."
Muttered to himself, of course Ian could tell the difference.
The tattoos of each indigenous tribe are different. The corpse pattern on the pushcart behind Old Bourne is obviously different and comes from several different tribes.
But the corpses that the soldiers pushed over, shot to death by crossbows, were very similar to the shaman they killed!
"Ian, the city is not safe. The natives will pay with blood, and they will definitely try to kill you - kill everyone who made them bleed."
Elder Pude's voice sounded, calm and indifferent: "We are the same. This is a blood feud that has lasted for decades, even hundreds of years."
"After reading it, do you remember it? Then let's go."
The old man threw a thaler and a few bysons, which made the soldiers present and the lame old Bourne grateful. He took Ian, who still seemed to be shocked by the corpse, to leave the trading point: "Don't think that it is safe in the city.
Not to mention running out to buy things alone... dangers are everywhere, especially during this period."
"Do you know the way back?"
After leaving the garrison and coming to Central Avenue, the old man lowered his head, let go of the hand he had been holding, and said gently to Ian: "Would you like me to send someone to take you home?"
"We know you." Ian replied in a low voice: "No, thank you, elder."
The elder nodded: "Then go home. Don't go out alone at night these days."
"Yeah, okay, elder."
Puder watched Ian obediently agree to his words, and then left with some hesitation.
Halfway through, the boy turned around again, and after realizing that the old man was still watching him, he continued to trot nervously and disappeared around the corner of the street.
"It's pretty cool to pretend to be good... You brat, you promised well and said you wouldn't go back alone, but in the end you went home alone without hesitation."
Staring at the direction in which Ian disappeared, squinting his eyes, Elder Puder shook his head and sighed with emotion: "This little guy is not afraid of me or the natives from the bottom of his heart."
"With such courage and shame, if our family were still in the imperial capital...such a good boy could deceive many noble ladies, and how brilliant his future would be."
Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "That's fine."
"If this is really the case, I, a dwarf-mixed white citizen, may not be able to become an elder."
He turned around and left the XC area
Elder Puder's emotion was naturally unknown to Ian.
"call--"
After walking quickly on the dim streets that had entered the night, he returned home, closed his eyes, and then took a long breath: "This world is really more interesting than I imagined!"
Ian opened his eyes, his eyes were shining, and he was obviously very excited. Where was the submissive look he had when he was with Elder Puder before?
At this time, the boy couldn't help but murmur to himself: "And sure enough, they also noticed the unreasonableness of Teacher Hilliard's killing of those natives - if it was the original Oceana, it would be absolutely impossible to kill him.
Kill that shaman and three hunters."
Ian had already thought of this.
As long as someone who knows Oceana thinks carefully, he will definitely notice something wrong.
But so what?
What he wants to hide is not his psychic power...but Hilliard's identity!
Psykers are not particularly rare in this world, and the White People are a group with relatively many psykers. A White boy awakened his psychic powers when he was about to die and helped his uncle kill several natives...
Is it more reasonable than Ian personally killing his uncle and then teaming up with a wanted criminal from the empire to pretend to be here?
As long as you perceive a seemingly reasonable answer, you will not continue to think deeply. This is a common feature of human beings.
"Moreover, the natives still won't give up and will continue to assassinate me... We need to be careful, but it is also possible that Elder Pude is deliberately scaring me and wants me to reveal my identity as a psyker and ask for asylum."
"The city defense has become much stricter, and several natives who tried to sneak in have been killed. If there are no accidents, the natives will have stopped recently."
His thoughts returned to the corpses of the natives in the trading point. Ian frowned slightly and couldn't help but shake his head: "Anyway, if I want to go out to collect magic potions and sublimated resources, I'm afraid it will be more dangerous than imagined."
"But it's not a big deal. At least they never imagined that I would be much stronger than they imagined."
——If he hadn’t successfully condensed the source seeds and initially embarked on the road to sublimation, he wouldn’t have been foolish enough to run out of the city and take risks!
It is true that the more his psychic powers are in the wild, the greater the benefits will be, but of course safety comes first in everything, and only if you are alive can you gain benefits, as long as you understand it.
Today was an extremely fulfilling day, and Ian immediately felt hungry in his stomach, making a growling sound.
"Hey, I don't want to think so much anymore."
With a laugh, Ian picked up the salmon in his hand and walked to the kitchen: "Let's eat first - light blue salmon, nourishing the body, must be very delicious, let me think about how to cook it."