Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 36: Snoop

"Your Excellency Pudd!"

The patrolling guards recognized Elder Purdue. They knew very well that the other party was an old friend of Viscount Grant and a local civil affairs adjutant. And without a doubt sir.

——Not to mention their immediate boss, Vice-Captain Red of the guard is also a white citizen.

A black-bearded soldier in light armor with a conspicuous red nose stepped forward and smiled flatteringly: "Are you planning to go out of the city when you come here? It is already evening and the main gate is closed. I will take you to another side"

"No need, I'm here to show this little guy to the world." The old man raised his hand, interrupting the other party's hospitality: "How many 'flies' are there today? I guess there should be quite a few."

He said lightly: "Take us to see."

The soldier looked sideways at Ian. He seemed to be thinking of something, so he shook his beard and said with a rough smile, "Is that the kid who survived the natives and turned back? I said why there are so many flies today."

He wisely did not say much, but led the way for Elder Purdue and Ian.

Harrison Port’s city walls have collapsed a lot due to the successive thunderstorms and catastrophic winds eight years ago. The north and east walls have not been completely repaired so far, but the west side Because it is adjacent to the indigenous autonomous region, it is prioritized for restoration.

But even so, due to various reasons, several sections of the city wall have not been repaired, and only a wooden fence has been set up to enclose a sorted open space, leading to the other side of the river by a pontoon bridge.

This is the private trading point between Harrison Port and the Sequoia natives.

Ian looked around the trade point, in the middle was a pile of bonfires burning with the scent of resin to drive away mosquitoes and ants, while all kinds of furs, animal meat and strange herbs were hung on simple brackets and wooden boards, waiting for visitors selection.

Several merchants were squatting behind the goods, chatting about colorful topics, laughing rough from time to time.

The red-nosed soldier walked into the trading point, and immediately stunned the merchants who were rushing to resell their products. The merchants seemed to be about to get up and say hello, but after seeing the serious expression of the soldiers, they sat back obediently, curious and nervous. Look at Ian and the others.

——Inspection by a big shot? This is really rare.

Even if there are rich people in the city who want to buy local specialties, they usually send servants to buy them

"Bourne, how many flies are there today?"

Going straight to a lame merchant, the red-nosed soldier said bluntly, "Your Excellency Pude wants to see it."

"Huh?"

The lame merchant obviously didn't expect that he was actually being inspected by a big man. He was stunned for a while, and then stood up under the impatient urging of the red-nosed soldier, nodded and bowed to Elder Pude in some puzzlement: " Sir, sir, please see"

Behind him is a wheelbarrow, covered by a dirty hide, not even the resinous scent of the trade campfire can cover the rancid smell, not even the red-nosed soldier With a look of embarrassment on his face, he couldn't help taking a step back slightly.

Ian was slightly taken aback by this.

He had smelled this extremely unpleasant rancid smell before.

It was the smell that came out when he killed his uncle Oceana and his uncle's body rotted by the lake and was dissected by him.

The lame trader uncovered the animal skin and smiled flatteringly at Elder Pude and Ian: "The flies have been here for the past two days"

He seemed to say something later, but all Ian's attention was on the 'goods' in the trolley.

Corpse.

Placed in the trolley were several aborigine corpses with distorted limbs, dark skin, and strange patterns!

"The natives and us are still in a state of hostility. They will send out spies from time to time to investigate the situation in the city, and we will also send out scouts to find out what's going on in the forest."

Noticing that Ian's eyes were firmly locked on the pile of corpses, he felt that the boy was probably stroked by Elder Pude who was shocked. He stared at the corpses in front of him and said calmly: "The native spies who were discovered It’s all here, and the natives of other tribes are willing to pay high prices to buy the corpses of hostile tribes—they are not monolithic, and they also have a tradition of eating corpses, and there are plenty of people in the city who are willing to do this business of corpse recovery.”

"Ian, this is only discovered, and most spies will not be discovered."

The old man didn't say what would happen if the scouts in Port Harrison were discovered by the natives because it is well known that the natives never waste food.

At this moment, heavy footsteps came from outside the trade point.

"Old Bourne, here are two new ones. If you don't get eaten by those beasts this time, you've made a lot of money. You have to buy us a drink when you come back!"

Two armored soldiers with light crossbows on their waists pushed a cart, talking and laughing loudly.

They walked into the trade point, and soon noticed the red-nosed soldier and Elder Pudd—the expressions of the two soldiers froze immediately, and their words stopped immediately.

"Look."

The white-haired old man turned his head and motioned for Ian to look: "Although you may not be able to tell the difference, they are the spies of the tribe who wanted to take you and Elan away as sacrifices."

"Unexpectedly"

Mumbling to himself, of course Ian can tell the difference.

The tattoos of each aboriginal tribe are different. The tattoos on the body on the cart behind Old Bourne are obviously different, and they come from several different tribes.

But the corpses shot to death by the crossbow pushed by the soldiers were very similar to the shaman he killed!

"Ian, the city is not safe. The natives will pay with blood, and they will definitely try to kill you—kill anyone who makes them bleed."

The voice of Elder Purdue sounded, calm and indifferent: "We are the same. This is a blood feud that has lasted for decades, or even hundreds of years."

"After reading, do you remember? Then let's go."

The old man threw a thaler and a few Bisons, making the soldiers present and the lame old Bourne grateful, and he took Ian, who seemed to be still shaken by the corpse, away from the trading point: "Don't think that the city is just It’s very safe, not to mention the danger of running out to buy things alone, especially these days.”

"Do you know the way back?"

Leaving the Weirong Office and coming to Central Avenue, the old man lowered his head, let go of the hand he had been holding, and said gently to Ian, "Do you want me to send someone to take you home?"

"I know." Ian replied in a low voice: "No, thank you elder."

The elder nodded: "Then go home, don't come out alone at night these days."

"Well, yes, elder."

Pud watched Ian obediently agree to his words, and then left with some hesitation.

In the middle of the walk, the boy turned his head again. After realizing that the old man was still watching him, he continued to trot nervously and disappeared at the corner of the street.

"The brat who pretended to be good, he promised well that he would not go back alone, but in the end he went home alone without hesitation."

Looking at the direction where Ian disappeared, squinting his eyes, Elder Pude shook his head, feeling a little emotional: "This little guy is not afraid of me or those natives at all in his bones."

"With courage and shame, if our family is still in the imperial capital, how many nobles and ladies can be deceived, and how brilliant the future will be."

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but smile wryly, and his interest faded: "Forget it."

"If this is the case, I, a dwarf-hybrid white citizen, may not be able to become an elder."

He turned around and left the xc area

Elder Purdue's emotion is naturally unknown to Ian.

"Huh——"

Walking quickly on the dark street that has entered the night, he returned home, closed his eyes, and took a long breath: "This world is really more interesting than I imagined!"

Ian opened his eyes, his pupils were shining, obviously very excited, where did he look submissive when he was with Elder Pude a little bit ago?

At this moment, the boy couldn't help muttering to himself: "And sure enough, they also noticed the unreasonableness of Mr. Hilliard killing those natives-if it was the original Oceana, it would be absolutely It is impossible to kill that shaman and the three hunters."

Ian had already thought of this point.

As long as someone who knows Oceana seriously thinks about it, he will definitely notice something is wrong.

But so what?

What he wanted to hide was not his own psionic power but Hilliard's identity!

Psychic people are not particularly rare in this world, and the Bai Zhimin is a group with a relatively large number of psychic people. The natives are more reasonable than Ian killing his uncle himself, and then teaming up with a wanted criminal from the empire to pretend to come, right?

As long as you notice a seemingly reasonable answer, you will not continue to think deeply. This is a common feature of human beings.

"Moreover, the natives still won't give up, and will continue to assassinate me? I need to be on guard, but it's also possible that Elder Pude deliberately scares me, and wants me to reveal my identity as a psyker and ask for protection."

"The defense of the city has become much stricter. Several natives who wanted to sneak in have been killed. If there is no accident, the natives will stop in the recent period."

Turning back to the native corpses in the trade point, Ian frowned slightly and shook his head: "Anyway, if I want to go out to collect potions and sublimation resources, I'm afraid it will be more dangerous than I imagined."

"But it's not a big deal, at least they never imagined that I will be much stronger than they imagined."

——If he doesn't successfully condense the source seeds and embarks on the road of ascension, he won't be foolish enough to run out of the city to take risks!

It is true that his psychic power will benefit more the more he is in the wild, but of course safety is paramount in everything.

Today was extremely fulfilling, and Ian suddenly felt hungry in his stomach, making a gurgling sound.

"Hey, I don't think so much anymore."

Laughing, Ian lifted the salmon in his hand and walked to the kitchen: "Let's eat first—the light blue salmon, nourishing the body, must be very delicious, let me think about how to cook it."

After a few seconds, he made a decision.

"Just make salt-grilled salmon."