Chapter 241 All Heavens () Ian Sharing Group (asking for leave tomorrow)
--I am a dog.
The elderly man was walking on the mottled stone road, and the Marquis Barton, who was wearing a hat to hide his identity, was walking in his own city. He looked around at the clean and tidy streets and the leisurely pedestrians, and he couldn't help but say this sentence in his heart.
——An old dog that patrols its territory and comes out for a walk from time to time.
Lowering his eyes, Marquis Barton heard the melodious sound of the organ not far away. On the street near the sea, a bard had set up a stage, hung up a sign, and was concentrating on playing.
This is a pretty capable bard. Marquis Barton has often hidden his identity over the years to inspect the cities in Nanling, but there are only a few bards who can play different instruments every day like this one.
Different tunes.
The stage was somewhat rusty, and passers-by stopped to watch. The old Marquis also stopped and listened to the other party's performance for a while, and then left silently.
Dog is not a derogatory adjective.
In Terra's culture, dogs are symbols of loyalty, responsibility, friends, calmness and intimacy.
The vicious dog of Dulimbo, the sharp-toothed knight of the East, and the watchdog of the defenders. People praised Barton Henryl for his loyalty and keenness, and no abnormality could escape his sense of smell.
He can always catch all the spies who are sneaking into Nanling with the greatest accuracy, and he can always tell who is not 'loyal' at the first time.
Yes, he can see that.
It was obvious that the handsome white-haired boy had nothing to do with loyalty.
The exiled descendant of the Cejalrovo family, a knight from the exiled port of Harrison, had never received education related to the empire since he was a child. To say that he was loyal to the empire was to be blinded and confused before he could say it.
But he still pushed the young man up. He pushed up with his greatest strength.
Because he could see that the young man had extraordinary abilities. The old dog smelled it.
The taste of [success and fame].
The humid summer sea breeze blew through the street. An old dog lying in front of the house shook its head and stared at the street entrance with hazy eyes.
It is old. It has fulfilled all its responsibilities and achieved its due achievements. The owner likes it very much and specially made a special kennel for it. It is comfortable and warm enough for it to enjoy its old age.
It has enough food to eat and its abilities are still there. If there are robbers, it will definitely be able to bark like it did when it was young to alert its owner and protect its home.
But it was about to die. In other words, it saw its own end and smelled danger. The old dog was a little scared.
Are you afraid of death?
Of course not. If it was afraid of death, how could it not stay in its own kennel but continue to lie in front of the house?
What it is afraid of is "the late festival will not be guaranteed."
Nowadays, the environment is getting worse and worse. Some time ago, an outsider wanted to invade the house. Fortunately, it was already prepared to introduce the thief into the house and take it down in one fell swoop - but this was only one time. He was already old and could no longer use his full strength.
Played several times.
It's going to die.
It’s easy to say now, but in a few years, if there are outsiders trying to invade the home, will it still be able to move? Can it still knock people down? Can it still scream and protect its family?
The old dog has no other superfluous thoughts. He has always been loyal, courageous, calm, and reliable. He just wants to have an old age in which he can keep his reputation for the rest of his life.
A successor who is strong enough and smart enough.
As for loyalty, that is none of his business. It is loyal to its master, and other people have nothing to do with it. "What will my name become after I die?"
Staring at the old dog in front of him and thinking this, Marquis Barton couldn't help but laugh: "Henryle's Baiyan, or the mediocre governor of Nanling?"
"If it weren't for Ian, I'm afraid this would be the result. I would be a governor on the frontier of the empire, retire and die with little fame, and everything would be forgotten. But in general, I can be regarded as enjoying my old age."
"but·
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He still wanted a better name to be engraved on his tombstone. Soon, the Marquis came to the seaside.
He stood on the beach and looked up at the sky above the blue sea.
There, in the far distance of the sky, an airship is slowly flying over - Canaan Moore and the Empire have exchanged airship channels. This is a signal that exchanges between the two countries will become more frequent in the future.
But now, its arrival only means one thing.
The young man he chose, the talker of the people of Nanling Mountain who secretly supported him, the patrol knight, the messenger of the Dragon God, the lord of Xiahui Territory, the Earl of Yinfeng, and the prophet of Nanling are about to return.
——Can he understand the meaning of what I did? He is so young, can he really understand why I support him, and why I let my son take a step back and let him take the lead instead?
——Can this clever little fox, this soaring eagle, understand the profound meaning of me, an old guard dog?
——Can this ambitious white citizen really understand the future he faces? The Marquis of Barton doesn't know.
He couldn't see through Ian, just as he couldn't see through his own Majesty.
The only people an old dog can see through are those with clear goals and clear interests - if an enemy wants to invade, he can smell hostility; if there is internal corruption, he can smell greed.
However, my Majesty, the prince, princess, and this prophet are all extremely complicated things.
They are all monsters whose thoughts are far different from those of ordinary humans.
They are both strong men who have surpassed the 'human limit' and reached the 'fourth energy level', as well as a 'genius' who is destined to advance to the fourth energy level in the future.
The Marquis of Barton didn't know the answer. So he waited. Waiting for the arrival of the prophet.
Time passed, the sun slowly set, and the airship slowly landed under the glow of the sunset.
In the square in the city center not far away, people are already waiting. The Nauman City Hall has arranged for drinks and fruits, as well as free-to-use cakes and cheap meat. This is a celebration to celebrate the return of the prophet.
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Officials from the Gnostic Academy and the Imperial Noble Hall stepped out of the airship one after another, and stood respectfully on both sides one after another, forming a road. The knights were silent, guarding with spears, and behind them, a group of
A young man with a slender figure and a smiling face stepped out of the airship.
His pupils are warm aquamarine, and his long hair is pure white and clear, hanging down around his waist. The white robe on his body has the Yinfeng family crest tattooed on it, a layer of ice blue that is difficult for ordinary people to see, but the Marquis of Barton can see it.
Ripples enveloped his whole body, and a hazy star formed vaguely behind him.
He surprisingly already has a mind-light body, and the aura of a goblin is even stronger. Compared to a human, he is indeed more like a goblin. How could Falling Star City let such a genius go?
Fortunately, it is a fairy and the empire can accept it. If it were Dragon Island, even if there was an ancient contract, the empire would be angry.
The prophet smiled and looked around at all the people who greeted him, the knights and officials who bowed to him and guarded him on both sides - even the nobles were among them.
Most of the nobles in Nanling are barons, and there are only a few viscounts, who are in charge of the exile areas at the interface of the South China Sea, Southeast China Sea and the Western Mountains. There are no counts in Nanling, only one marquis governor. This is Nanling
It has not been fully developed yet, which is not proof of 'royal soil'.
And now, the first earl of Nanling was born. Right before their eyes.
Therefore, even those ascended nobles who were also earth emperors in their own territories did not bother to come to Nauman City to welcome the count who represented a new signal and a new era when he returned to greet the prophet who guided their path.
The Marquis of Barton is old, and everyone knows who will rule Nanling in the future.
The Marquis of Barton stood at the end of the carpet in the airship passage, while the white-haired Earl walked down the stairs of the airship and stepped on the carpet.
The young man raised his head and saw the old man.--Will he respect me?--Can he understand me?
——He can know this time to welcome
Meaning?
——Can he understand what I, Barton Henryl, am trying to say by summoning all the nobles and officials in Nanling to come here to greet him?
All thoughts were like dandelions in the wind, spinning and floating away. Because the young man’s voice of surprise broke all the myths. "Your Majesty the Marquis!"
The prophet, who should have been solemn, calm, and assuming the posture of a great nobleman of Nanling, opened his arms cheerfully after seeing his old superior, and stepped forward quickly with a look of joy on his face: "You actually came to greet me, this is really true.
It makes me so happy and ashamed.”
"I wanted to take the initiative to visit you, but you really don't need to come to pick me up!"
He was so sincere, so heartfelt, so sincere - if Barton hadn't been able to tell that this was too real, and therefore somewhat fake acting, he would probably have been moved by it.
No.
Even though he could see it, he was very moved. "Alas."
Taking a step forward, Marquis Barton reached out to hug the young Bai Zhimin who was walking quickly, and patted the other person's back hard. The old man whispered in the other person's ear: "You are still so smart, so sensible, and so thoughtful.
.”
"I know clearly that you are acting and you have no good intentions, but I still like you from the bottom of my heart." "That's ridiculous, sir."
In response, the young man's sincere voice sounded: "You are so sensible, so cautious and yet dare to make choices, which makes me admire you deeply."
"Only a smart person like you is worthy of my respect from the bottom of my heart." Both parties released their hands and untied the hug.
Ian Silverfeng didn't seem to care at all about his status as an earl, which was a prophetic status that was on par with any great nobleman in the empire. He bowed deeply to the Marquis of Barton and saluted as a junior to an elder: "If it weren't for the Marquis,
Your love and support will never be what I am today."
--He lowered his head.--He still respected me.
——He completely understood what I meant and what I was thinking. Therefore, in his heart, Marquis Barton also lowered his head.
So the smarter and cunning a person is, the more they respect others.
This may be the original meaning of respect - both parties bow to each other, understand each other, and achieve each other.
Therefore, we can cooperate and climb to greater heights.
——My king, do you still respect me? That’s why I honored Ian as an earl, so that he can prevent me from wasting all my previous efforts and risking my life in the future?
Maybe. Marquis Barton no longer thinks about these things.
"This is all due to your own efforts and talent. Count Yinfeng, please come, everyone is waiting for you."
Patting Ian on the shoulder, Marquis Barton motioned for others to follow him, then turned around and walked side by side with Ian towards the city hall: "The people in the square are still celebrating. You will have a speech later. It's early morning
That’s what was agreed upon.”
"Are you ready?" "Of course."
In response to Marquis Barton's inquiry, the young earl smiled slightly. He seemed to be impatient and said: "I have made all the preparations."
"It's just, Lord Marquis, I still need you to help me prepare something." "What is it?" Marquis Barton said, "You said, others will take care of it."
"That's it, Lord Marquis, I need a large amount of raw materials for the 'Clear Heart Potion' and a large amount of raw materials for the Fear Potion."
The youngest alchemy genius in the empire, and even a master alchemist, made a request that made Marquis Barton feel a little confused: "The quality must be good, and there should be no impurities."
"Don't worry, there will be no problem. I will be of great use." Marquis Barton looked at Ian seriously.
After understanding what the other party meant, he stared at the young man's face seriously and questioned, "Is it necessary?"
"Face is not enough."
The prophet said calmly: "And since it's just a lie, it's better to exaggerate it." "Believe me, there will be no side effects, I promise."
"Young people are really having fun"
Marquis Barton sighed
Angry, he waved his hand, called a messenger, and then issued the order.
After giving the instructions, he turned his head and looked at Ian: "The materials will be delivered later. You can refine it yourself, so don't make any mistakes."
"Yeah. Prepare some atomizers for me, and I will control them myself with source matter."
After all the prerequisites were prepared, Ian came to the Nauman City Political Alchemy Room.
And here, while he was waiting for the "lecture potion materials" to arrive, he didn't think about how to speak or use the next "script" or "potion".
In front of his forehead, a crown of stars lit up.
The crosses intersect with each other to form the shape of the crown. These cyan gems are dim in color and have no light shining in them. However, at the very front of the crown, there are two star cores that flicker slightly and light up from time to time, shining through the
Scarlet and blazing core.
And now, the third gem on the left side, the scarlet insect path, lit up with a brilliant golden light.
This brilliance is like the explosion of a star, or it is created by the explosion of stars. [Guiding Star]
【The Path of Star-Falling】
"I really didn't expect that before I even started my speech, the people of Nanling were already being guided by me, right?"
Sitting on the chair in the alchemy laboratory, Ian opened his eyes slightly, with a half-smile on his lips: "It seems that this is the result of Marquis Barton sincerely considering me as his 'successor'. I am already an earl.
The second largest nobleman in Nanling."
"And the greatest noble governor, the Marquis Barton, will no longer govern or interfere with me. So using my ability to guide the entire Nanling, isn't it just a matter of rebellion?"
Smiling softly, Ian's eyes also lit up with cyan light: "That's good, the Guiding Star will become stronger, and it will also allow me to see more truths and gain more skills."
This is the first time he has fully activated his inner light body's guiding star after knowing his true nature and transforming into a fairy."
And at the moment of activation, the young man's expression changed slightly: "Oh? There has been feedback? "Is this the battle report of the insect swarm path? Did he listen to my opinion?"
In the Guiding Star, within the scarlet gem, there is information vaguely originating from parallel time and space.
It was the roar of the insect swarm, and it was also the "likes" and "good reviews" with gratitude, as well as "rewards".
Obviously, He was very satisfied with Ian's previous opinions and technology. The insect swarm Ian in the parallel time and space has now probably overcome a difficulty, so he started to 'give back' to Prophet Ian as a reward."
The true ability of the Guiding Star officially begins to operate at this moment!
Yin Tian Shen Yin
6 words from the writer
Recently, my work and rest have resumed! However, my body and update time have not fully recovered. I will take a day off tomorrow to adjust and conceive the next new plot, and then resume updating at 8 a.m.! The amount of updates will slowly come back, you can trust me.