"Fortunately, Harrison Harbor is on a relatively high ground, otherwise it would have been submerged through the sea of clouds. This word is too vivid. Wouldn't it mean that half of the sea was evaporated into clouds?"
After making a complaint, Ian looked at the young city guard on the side and noticed that although he was lying on the ground covered in mud, he couldn't be more embarrassed.
But precisely because of this, the opponent was not in danger of being blown away yet, so he simply lay down and leaned close to the ground.
"Ian!"
At this moment, Ian heard some vague sounds coming from behind him. He turned his head and saw the young city guard struggling to raise his head in the storm. There seemed to be something complicated in his eyes, which made the boy willing to wait for him to cough a few times.
, continued: "I...my name is Scott, and now I am going to the Viscount Mansion to report."
The big boy hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Do you want the Viscount to know about this?"
Scott was not stupid. He could see something unusual about Ian, whether it was the Aboriginal raincoat he wore when he entered the tower before, or the strength he burst out later, which was far beyond that of a child of his age.
Everything illustrates Ian's uniqueness.
It was not something strange that could be explained by just one psyker. At first, Scott was still sighing that the other party had inherited the mantle of Elder Puder at such a young age, but later, he realized that there was definitely something in Ian.
A bigger secret.
"Well...I didn't care at first."
Ian pondered for a moment. He had actually considered what would happen if his power was exposed to others. The answer was not so good.
Not to mention that he only showed physical strength, with the dilapidated appearance of Harrison Port now, Viscount Grant's treatment of 'talented people' will definitely be much 'better'.
He feels that it is a good choice for him to show more talents at this time.
But when Scott asked this, he suddenly thought of another possibility.
So Ian smiled and said: "Scott? I remember... As for the Viscount, you can let him know."
"But why don't you try it and say it was the two of us who worked together?"
"I repaired the artillery to assist you in aiming and firing... Your comrades must also need more pensions, right? The more intense and dangerous it is, add their names to it, I don't care, but
Rather, I am very happy."
With that said, Ian endured the dizziness of his brain, opened his precognitive vision, and looked at the young man who was crawling in the mud like himself: "Of course, this is just a suggestion."
He said softly, with a little temptation: "What do you want to do?"
"I……"
Scott paused for a long time. He wasn't thinking or weighing, it was just that his brain didn't move that fast. However, the current weather was not suitable for concentrating on thinking, so when he realized that the rain curtain was so heavy that it was almost hindering his breathing, he gritted his teeth and made a decision.
: "I think I should help you hide it... They do need more pensions..."
The second half of the sentence was spoken softly, but Ian could hear it.
At the same time, the mist lingering on Scott's body also took shape in Ian's eyes.
"Huh?" Ian raised his eyelashes slightly, and was a little surprised, because he saw a color he had never seen before: "Green?"
"This color..."
The first thing that appeared on Scott was a pale white aura, which proved that although Scott had been trained, he was still not as good as a strong adult.
But soon, a touch of green that seemed to suggest 'friendliness' appeared all over his body.
Ian actually doesn't fully understand the scope of action and types of predictions of his psychic powers. This is not surprising. There are many people on the continent of Terra who never figure out what the effects of their psychic powers are. Anyway, it doesn't prevent them from using them.
However, Ian guessed that his psychic ability, in addition to predicting future good and bad luck and cherishment, could also glimpse some 'danger and favorability' functions.
Scott's green mist is obviously opposite to the red hostility of the indigenous people, and represents a friendly color.
This guy wants to help himself from the bottom of his heart.
After understanding this, Ian didn't say much: "Then go, think about what to say before you go, don't stutter... I'll go to other places to see the situation first."
"……I see."
Scott nodded solemnly, then leaned against the wall of the alley and walked slowly towards the city center. He knew that Ian would make another move next, maybe there was a secret, and naturally he wouldn't stay to disturb the scenery.
And Ian stared at the other person's back, thinking thoughtfully: "What a good and sensible person... Having such a friend in the city guard is not a bad thing."
He will spend a long time in Harrison Port in the future. Before he can grow up and move freely throughout the continent, he will need a stable and safe base.
In this case, the fewer enemies in this place, the better, and the more friends, the better.
Shaking his head slightly, Ian didn't care whether his power was exposed or not. For ordinary people, the strength he showed was incredible, but for sublimators like Viscount Grant, it was nothing more than a virtual source level, the explosive power of an apprentice.
.
At most, he lamented that Elder Pude was so impatient that he actually asked him to try to adapt to the virtual source species so early without doubting others.
As for Elder Pu De... he behaves like the more talented he is, the better.
At this moment, the colors between heaven and earth are quite colorful.
Because the crocodile dragon was severely injured, its blood and various pieces of meat danced and drifted in Harrison Harbor with the storm. In the eyes of Ian, who had opened his precognitive vision, the sky was filled with purple and dark blue mist, which was constantly spreading and flowing with the wind.
At the same time, it gradually turned into blue, light blue and pure white.
This process is extremely magnificent, just like the morning glow changing color and refraction as the sun rises.
However, that's not what Ian really cares about.
"Sure enough, there is still something to gain."
Observing carefully, he finally found the most solid 'purple' among the changing colors in the sky!
That, because he hit the Crocodile Dragon's vitals with a cannon, the 'purple sublimated material' spurted out!
While taking aim, Ian was thinking that as a mountain lord and totem spirit, the crocodile dragon in front of him might be the best source of Warcraft material he could find in the entire South Ridge.
Even if there is no way to obtain the core materials, even if you can get a little flesh and blood, you can still eat more!
In the past two months, Ian has been eating fish, vegetables, and wheat porridge. To be honest, for someone like him who has a certain knowledge of food, there is indeed a shortage of food ingredients.
"Repelling monsters will also drop materials, which is not bad."
Locking in the purple aura of light mist, Ian walked low, almost swimming through Harrison Harbor, which had turned into a land of water. No one disturbed him along the way until he reached the target. All ordinary people were huddled in their own shelters and rooms.
, and the natives had already fled.
Soon, he saw his target.
Due to the wash of the rain curtain, the orange-red crocodile dragon blood has become so thin that it is almost imperceptible. The deep muddy water covers many things, but Ian's eyes can penetrate those ordinary objects and reach the extraordinary crystals underneath.
"This is……"
Without hesitation, Ian took a deep breath and submerged into the muddy water. A few seconds later, the boy's figure reappeared, but this time, he had a strange piece of meat in his hand that was the size of his arm.
This piece of meat is greenish-red in color and has a fine and pliable texture. It seems to be a fragment of some kind of internal organ. It feels like fine rubber. Even if you cut hard with a sword, you probably won't be able to cut through its surface.
But the key point is not the flesh and blood, but the fact that this piece of green-red has a densely packed fine crystal grid structure. The earthy yellow hexagonal grid structure looks like a honeycomb, releasing dots of fluorescence, like a beacon on the late night street.
The half-lit algae oil lamp gave the pieces of meat in the boy's hands a non-biological, alien feel.
Sublimating the texture of living things.
Boom, boom, boom!
Even in the heavy wind and rain, Ian could not help but fixate his eyes on this strange piece of crystal flesh.
hunger.
The body is sending a warning, the muscles that have consumed a lot of sugar are slightly contracting, and the digestive system is beginning to peristaltic, especially the liver that has begun to sublimate, and it seems to be telling Ian its desire with a strange feeling.