After the messenger left, he disappeared into the crowd almost instantly.
Mr. Yinfang breathed a sigh of relief visibly, but Ian reminded: "He hasn't gone far yet - he's staring at us from behind that noodle stall... Oh, he's gone now."
The young man looked at Mr. Yinfang and noticed that his expression changed from comfort to horror and then comfort again. He couldn't help but feel a little amused: "Sir, why are you so afraid of him? The Marquis is indeed a high-status man, and his envoy deserves respect...
But there’s no need to be so afraid, right?”
"What's more, I remember that you are favored by the Marquis of Barton, right? He personally awarded you the title of honorary citizen."
"Sigh, you have no idea what Marquis Barton was responsible for back then...and how he dealt with the Nanling nobles and those thorny heads."
Caressing his chest, Mr. Yinfang sighed: "I? Honorary citizen? The other candidates are all dead... One by one they were hung next to the square. Hey, I was still young at the time, and I was indeed obedient and sensible, but you
I also know... people like me, no matter how rich they are, can only be afraid."
"Because I am not an ascendant, I can only be afraid."
The old man's words were filled with regret, but he was not really unwilling to accept that he was not an 'ascended person'.
Ian nodded thoughtfully, he understood somewhat.
As a Nanling rich man with the support of the Dragon Worship Cult, the reason why Mr. Yinfang did not go to great lengths to obtain a legal inheritance for himself as a sublimator, apart from being too old and unable to adapt to the transformation of the essence, it should also be because he cannot
'Become an ascendant.
Because after becoming an ascendant...he is no longer obedient and 'sensible' enough.
In other words, there is no way to enjoy the current wealthy life.
"It's better to be afraid than not to be afraid."
So the young man shook his head gently: "Tomorrow afternoon... Speaking of which, Marquis Barton seems to prefer others to call him general."
"Of course, he has never adapted to the status of a noble. The days when he accompanied His Majesty to defend the land were the most glorious and most missed times for him."
The old man was still trying to find clues on the streets. He was really afraid of the elusive spies under the Marquis of Barton, but in the end he still found no results.
Mr. Yinfang was quite helpless: "Can you really sense it? At that time, there were many sublimated people who thought that their senses were very high and were not afraid of the empire's spies, but they either found warning letters under their pillows, or
It’s just that the brain is gone.”
"Maybe it's because the blood of fairies is more sensitive."
Ian scanned the street in front of him, and the water-colored halo in his eyes flashed. He seemed to see something, and waved his hand with some disgust: "To be honest, I don't want to be so sharp. There are some things I don't want to see.
See...gosh, this method is really abnormal."
"Wait a minute." Mr. Yinfang frowned, and he realized the key: "You are so sharp, why did you chase me out before?"
"Haha..." At this point, Ian could only pretend to be stupid: "I just feel that I can fight back..."
Mr. Yinfang took a deep look at Ian, then shook his head slightly: "Okay, I will always know anyway."
"Should I take you into town tomorrow morning?"
"It's not that urgent." Ian walked out of the Chamber of Commerce gate. He stood at the street entrance and looked in the direction of Nauman City.
He stared at the big city that never sleeps in the distance, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "This is the Marquis taking care of me."
"I'll go there tomorrow afternoon."
The next afternoon.
Ian packed all his luggage and left this lively and noisy town with Mr. Yinfang seeing him off. He had a good impression of it.
Streets full of vendors and shops, adventurers and travelers of all races, and many merchants coming and going - the noisy hawking and singing of minstrels on the streets, the clanging noise of the blacksmith shop, and the children in the residential areas
of laughter.
Of course, the most important thing is the delicious Double Tree Bread.
"If I were just an ordinary adventurer, living here, taking risks, and exploring the mysteries of the Nanling mountains... maybe it would be a good life."
Riding a camel beast and walking with other caravan carriages on the road leading to Nauman City, Ian couldn't help feeling a little regretful: "A quiet life, a soothing life, slowly enjoying the fun of exploration and research, who would
Don’t like this? Even if you are a prophet, you don’t have to always push yourself to take action.”
Ian loves to explore the unknown, but this does not mean that he likes to take action without stopping. On the contrary, his character is actually more gentle than he appears, and he does not mind waiting patiently when needed.
He is always full of patience. People who like to gaze at the stars are naturally willing to stare at the sky quietly, waiting for the clouds to drift and the breeze to blow.
only……
He couldn't wait.
The young man still remembered the prophecy he saw for the entire Terra six years ago.
The earth is full of darkness and death, and the sky is full of stars...
It is true that prophecies do not have to be fully believed - because no matter which prophet they are, their predictions cannot predict the changes that other prophets may cause.
The simplest example... Ian's prophecy is definitely a future that can only be reached if the prophets of the Huaiguang Church do not exist.
He could totally convince himself to slow down.
But he finally chose to move forward.
Naumann City is getting closer.
The core area of the capital of Nanling is actually a bastion surrounded by canals, which has been continuously expanded to fight against the endless attacks of monsters and indigenous people in Nanling hundreds of years ago.
However, with the continuous development of technology, large areas of virgin jungle around the city have been cut down and developed into today's vast plains and satellite town clusters.
As a result, the city walls have lost their meaning, and many of the city walls of Nauman City have indeed been demolished, replaced by many watchtowers and small fortifications in the streets and around the town - as long as the all-out war begins, the entire surrounding area of Nauman City will be destroyed.
Become the most terrifying flesh and blood mill.
The Double Tree Avenue that Ian is walking now leads directly to the XC area of Nauman City. As long as you pass this orchard field, you can directly see the Wutong Square in the distance. The surrounding area is full of hotels for traders and adventurers, and you can see it from a distance.
You can see a crowded and lively atmosphere.
If you raise your head slightly, you can see the 'central area' in the city center, which is where the original bastion area was. The terrain there is higher and the firepower can cover all the surrounding areas from a high position, so it is also called the upper city area.
.
A light-colored canal surrounds the bastion area, like a white line drawing a circle, and then goes out from the east and leads directly to the sea, like a white straight line.
Ian walks towards the line.
It's already afternoon, but the sun is still bright and hot.
Following the west-slanting sunlight, the young man planned to follow the caravan into the city, and then go to the Yinfang Merchant to place the camel beast and the salute, and then take the badge and head to the Governor's Mansion in the upper city.
But, maybe it's a coincidence, or it's inevitable.
When entering the city, Ian saw a bright and harmonious cyan light walking towards him.
For a moment, I felt that the surrounding sunlight dimmed.
The afternoon sun was still bright, even with a kind of heat, but when Ian saw the cyan light, it suddenly became gentle, like the twilight in the evening... no, like the shade of the trees in the dense jungle.
Ian ordered the camel beast to stop.
——Third energy level. Nowadays, apart from the Marquis of Barton, the third energy level in Nauman City should be the only ‘Oak Master’ from Canaan Moore.
He analyzed it quite calmly and saw that the other party did not come towards him intentionally, but simply went out through the south gate.
This analysis cannot be said to be wrong. It is indeed the case. The team following Master Oak is not small. There is also a second-level elf and a first-level elf following him. They should be the 'candle bearer' in the intelligence.
'Yes.
As for the ordinary people behind, Ian glanced at them and found that they should be the team from Canaan Moore.
"It's better to stay away."
Ian patted the camel gently, and the camel shook its head, and then turned to the left - Ian planned to enter the city through the west gate.
But what made him silent was that as he changed direction, the cyan light in the distant team simply broke away from the team and walked towards him openly.
——What is this for?
Ian was a little confused. He clearly didn't see any danger before coming to Nauman City. There was nothing unusual about the Frost Butterfly. Why did Master Oak walk towards him openly?
Or is it because he is being sentimental and he is looking for someone else in the same direction?
Ian looked around and found that there were caravans all around him, and there was no particularly conspicuous target. Even he himself was wearing a hood, so most people couldn't see his face.
"No need to look around, young elf... maybe get some shark?"