"The kid named Ian has awakened psychic powers, right?"
Although the sentence structure was a question, the Viscount's tone was firm: "Old Pud, this is my city, you can't hide it from me."
"grown ups……"
The old man frowned slightly. He turned around and wanted to explain: "The kid just said that. I haven't had time to confirm it yet..."
"Okay, Pude."
Viscount Grant raised his hand to signal the other party to stop talking: "You and I both know this is an excuse. How many years have we cooperated before we need to play this kind of word game?"
"I asked you to stay today just to tell you one thing."
Sitting back in his seat, the man shook his head slightly: "Whether you are the chalk people, Lamar and the red sand people, or we are the black iron and gold people, they are essentially the same race, they are all plains
The people, the people at the foot of the mountain.”
"Bottom line."
Raising a finger, the Viscount said calmly: "We are all subjects of the empire."
"The aid from the Imperial Capital will arrive around this autumn, and this indigenous attack is a crisis and an opportunity... If we can greatly attack the indigenous forces in Nanling with the support of the Imperial Capital, it will undoubtedly be a huge blow.
success."
"We must all seize this achievement."
Viscount Grant's words meant something, but the old man could understand.
Elder Puder took a deep look at the Viscount, and he bowed his head respectfully: "I understand, Sir. The White People will spare no effort to support all your actions."
"I will teach the craftsmen in the city how to maintain the dwarf alchemical cannons... not just the White People."
"very good."
Viscount Grant replied with satisfaction: "This is indeed for me, but it is also for yourselves."
He folded his hands on his abdomen and said easily: "According to the laws of the empire, a self-awakened psyker will be given a sublimation inheritance by the local lord or chief officer to guide him to advance. You know very well that this is
The empire recruits them forcefully and does not let any folk psykers go. Ascended people can grow freely, and it also ensures that all wild Ascended people are subordinate to the empire."
"And this time, I won't compete with you. Of course, I don't have time to teach a child."
"You can teach him anything. He is yours."
"But Pude, remember."
At this moment, this nobleman, who was almost the same age as Elder Puder but looked much younger than him, emphasized word by word: "Both you and that child are both the empire and my subjects."
"I've given you enough indulgence, so don't make it difficult for me."
After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and signaled to see the guest off: "Go ahead. Next time you come over, remember to bring that child with you."
"Let me see what kind of good material the first self-awakened psyker appears in my territory is."
Nodding silently and saluting, Elder Puder turned and left the Viscount's Mansion.
The old man's expression was solemn at first, but after leaving the street where the Viscount's Palace was located, his brows widened.
"Unexpectedly easy to talk to. As a price for giving legal inheritance, I thought that in addition to handing over the maintenance methods of the alchemy cannon, even Ian's nominal teaching rights would be taken away."
He had already prepared for the worse and whispered to himself: "It seems that the actions of the natives are not that simple, and it has touched the sore spot of this gentleman... He no longer has the energy to scheming with us old friends."
"But what he said is indeed right. This is indeed an opportunity."
"If you can achieve great results..."
Shaking his head slightly, Puder did not intend to continue thinking about this issue, it was meaningless: "Forget it, compared to this, it is better to think about how to teach Ian."
"Back then, how did my mother enlighten me on the path to advancement..."
Thinking about this problem, the white-haired old man disappeared at the end of the street surrounded by guards.
Inside the Viscount's Mansion.
Standing by the window, looking at the sea in the distance, the man who originally had a soothing and comfortable expression gradually became solemn.
"Indigenous..."
Alone, he chewed the word in a low voice.
The man closed his eyes and then opened them. His light blue eyes flickered and his tone was solemn: "Sure enough, those savages know about the existence of the underwater ruins in the South China Sea."
"But they are doomed to fail."
"Because they don't have the 'key'."
After being silent for a long time, Viscount Grant stared at the sea in the distance, and then sighed softly: "When the Grand Duke of Junling Castle was able to become independent from the empire, it was because he obtained the national sacred object 'Apocalypse Arms' from the maze of ruins of the previous era..."
"My maze of ruins..."
at the same time.
Late at night, due south of Harrison Port, the interface between the offshore sea and the open sea.
A shadow cut through the waves, passing through the waves in the darkness, and speeding across the sea.
Hilliard wore a long sword on his waist and held the reins in his hand, standing on an indigenous canoe. The canoe had no oars or sails, but its speed was extremely fast. In just a few breaths, it could cross a hundred meters and fly towards the depths of the sea.
The source of the power of the boat naturally has nothing to do with him. One end of the reins in the gray-haired knight's hand was submerged into the sea. There was a huge shadow swimming rapidly in the water. Judging from the dorsal fin and the scales all over the body that were as strong as iron armor,
The figure in the shadow is a large predator in the surrounding waters, an adult armored shark.
Riding the armored shark and making the opponent pull the boat across the sea like a dog sled, Hilliard quickly reached his goal.
Directly above a deep shadow in the sea.
"Be good, stop."
Calling softly, the armored shark swimming in the water stopped obediently, and its whole body sank toward the depths of the sea like a stone, causing Hilliard to laugh: "What an iron head... swimming around here"
Just swim, I'll call you later and you can come back."
Under the clear instructions, the shadow in the sea twisted a little, and then left obediently, leaving the old knight alone in the same place.
After the armored shark temporarily left, Hilliard looked at the turbulent sea seriously, and then stretched out his hand, palm facing down.
The golden source of light condensed in the palm of his hand, and the blazing light was like a flame, turning into a small sun, dispersing all the surrounding darkness.
Its brilliance is even more condensed, going straight into the depths of the ocean floor, intending to illuminate the essence of the ancient, huge, and profound things hidden within.
For a time, the schools of fish, floating jellyfish and all kinds of strange things wandering in the sea were attracted by this light, and instinctively wanted to get closer - however, an invisible force prevented these brainless beasts from rashly approaching.
, could only linger in place, looking up at the light above the ocean in awe and fear.
But light has its limits. The light of Hilliard's source of matter went straight into the sea water nearly a thousand meters deep, and still could not reach the bottom.
However, this was not his purpose.
"coming."
Whispering in a low voice, Hilliard sensed that his own essence had received feedback. He hurriedly withdrew the light of his own essence, and then frowned, observing the strange movements of the shadows in the depths of the ocean.
So, the next moment.
As the golden source of light evacuated, in the depths of the seabed, in the huge and square shadow, golden-red spots like flames suddenly lit up, releasing terrifying heat and strong light.
They are so hot and bright, shining one after another in the surrounding sea, dotted like stars lit up on this dark and deep sea curtain.
Schools of fish and various creatures in the sea fled in panic the moment the light spot lit up, as if to avoid the approaching death. Even the armored shark from before fled in a hurry, and only dared to turn its head when it was very far away.
, tremblingly staring at the sea area that had begun to boil.
Some sea beasts that had no time to escape had their flesh and blood peeled off silently under the light, and their internal organs were completely boiled, leaving only crispy white bones that slowly fell towards the depths of the seabed.
Above the sea, large tracts of white mist have risen, and even tiny lightnings can be seen spreading and crisscrossing in the mist.
The flames of the villages and outposts on the shore are burning brightly, and deep in the sea, in the center of the dark mountains, a flame is rising and burning.
"really."
Staring at the fire in the water, among the huge bubbles and white steam clouds steaming up in the ocean, Hilliard whispered in a heavy tone: "The ruins... are undergoing changes..."
"If this continues, unimaginable disasters will sweep across the entire South Ridge, and even the entire coastal area of southern Terra."
"And the more important question is..."
Raising his head and looking back at the cities and villages along the coast, Hilliard stared at the flames that had been gradually extinguished along the coast and murmured to himself: "Where is the key?"
"Who has the 'four keys' that can open the maze in advance and reset the ruins?"
At this moment, inside Harrison Harbor.
When Ian returned home, he also sat on the bed and breathed slowly.
He adjusted the flow of essence in his body, and gradually gathered it at the heart, interlaced with the virtual essence, and derived various structures.