The status of the White People in Harrison Port is completely rooted in Elder Puder. It is not only the personal friendship with Viscount Grant, but also the personal strength of Elder Puder. Hilliard believes that other White People are not ignorant. They must be very clear about what they are facing.
They could only obey the authority of Elder Pude and could not refute it.
But for the rights of the 'future elder of the White people', there must be fools and greedy people who will feel unwilling to do so, and then try to attack Ian, the 'default heir to the elder'.
"Of course, I can clearly see that Captain Red looks down on me."
Picking up a piece of oyster, he swallowed the meat with a slurp. Ian was not interested in this kind of thing: "He thinks that psykers are nothing. Anyway, they have no inheritance and no resources. No matter what, they are the first level. And
I am too young, how can I shoulder such a big responsibility? He, the sublimated person who fought hard for the White people and fought bloody battles for his family and the natives, is the one who truly carries the weight!"
"The alchemist, Mining, didn't care about this, but she was dissatisfied that Elder Pude didn't teach her everything. She was Elder Pude's niece, and secretly sarcastic several times that her uncle would rather give the bottom box
Even if kung fu is passed on to 'outsiders', it won't be passed on to her either."
"Haha." Hearing this, Hilliard also laughed. This contradiction that was too life-like made him feel a little nostalgic: "But the knowledge of etheric weapons taught to you by Elder Puder originated from Viscount Grant.
The Viscount agrees that he will not be able to pass it on privately under any circumstances."
"What's more." He stretched out his hand and rubbed Ian's rain-soaked hair. The essence evaporated and dried the water: "Inscriptions are something that can't be done. She is definitely not as smart as you."
"It's just boring anyway."
Ian shook his head, and he let the old knight tidy up his increasingly long white hair with no expression on his face: "That captain was very friendly to me, because my psychic ability can tell which catches can be sold for more.
Money, and maybe my father’s relationship, he was the first one to directly light up the green favorable sign towards me.”
"And his nephew, Uncle Sai Nan, has a good relationship with me, so he is quite supportive of me."
The essence of a sublimated person is the power of life, which can only be stored in one's own body. Hair, a body structure with simple structural rules that can be repeatedly superimposed, is a good material for storing the essence.
Ian can easily hunt those beasts and monsters that contain essence, which allows him to obtain a large amount of essence at a young age. No matter how hard he exercises, it is difficult to consume them all, so he can only store as much as possible.
As for Elder Puder's behavior of vaccination, Ian can understand it, but is quite uninterested.
He fully understands the importance of interpersonal relationships and the need for various machinations, but he is too lazy to use his brain in this regard because it is actually a waste.
When he was still on Earth, he was the most standard nerd character. He spent his daily life studying, reading, stargazing, conducting research, and making manual models.
Singing karaoke, eating, and attending class reunions are all a waste of time. He would rather stay at home and spend eight hours building a model of a Truth Defender class battleship than go out to participate in social gatherings.
Things changed a bit after working, but that was just because Ian understood that socializing with people and establishing good relationships with them can save more time at more critical times by relying on relationships. Occasionally, you can meet people with the same interests, and that's a double bonus.
hapiness.
Because of this, even if he was not interested, Ian did not refuse Elder Puder's invitation to meet with the elders of the White People one after another.
"How was it resolved in the end?"
Hilliard was very interested, and he asked Ian about the final result: "Even if Elder Puder did not regard you as his successor, he would not allow anyone else to show 'dissatisfaction' with his choice...even if you don't want to
When he becomes the leader of the White People in the future, he will not accept the fact that someone dares to disobey him now."
After all, it is one thing whether Ian will succeed him in the future, but the elder himself can live for another twenty years.
If you don't obey now, you'll be able to pay back when he gets really old!
"Elder Pude showed them 'my' Wavesinger heritage."
Ian simply said: "Elder Puder has decided that it is up to me to decide who can practice the Wavesinger inheritance in the future. After all, it is the reward I received from Viscount Grant, which is very reasonable."
"Captain Red relented. His inheritance is a bloodline return to his ancestors. Because the energy level is too low, he cannot pass it on to his children. But he has three children."
"smart people."
Hilliard nodded slightly: "Now no one will have any doubts."
"But..." the old knight said slowly: "Do you really want to be the elder of the White People?"
"Hmm." Putting down the fish bone in his hand, Ian said lazily. He looked at the surging coastline on the other side: "To be honest, teacher, this kind of thing is really boring... But what if I were an elder of the White People?
With the leader, a lot of things are definitely convenient.”
The boy stared at the surging waves in the distance and the faint shadow of the fishing boat in the distant sea. He couldn't help but sigh: "After all, human beings are social animals. The more people there are, the more powerful they are."
"If I were just an ordinary ascendant, at least I could ensure the safety of myself and Elan."
"If I were an elder of the White People, I would have the confidence to improve the ship structure and make Harrison Port's shipbuilding industry more advanced. It would no longer be limited to offshore waters, but could develop fishery and commerce, and explore further afield."
"If I were the governor of Harrison Port, I could try to improve the structure of alchemical cannons and fire guns, quell the wars in Nanling for so many years, and build a prosperous city."
"In this way, the surrounding environment will be safer. There will be no wars and vendettas. I will have less trouble and can research what I want with more peace of mind."
Ian's words were as plain as explanations, with no confidence and no declarative tone, but they were as natural as eating and drinking, just because everything seemed to him to be a matter of course.
Hilliard and Ian stared at the sky in silence, as lightning seemed to flash across the sky in the distance.
The clouds are rolling.
"Let's go."
Hilliard stood up: "It's time to continue training."
"Yeah." Ian cleaned up the remnants of the food he had finished, and he had regained his strength.
So the master and the apprentice continued to exercise until the sun went down.