Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 428: Oak Master (1/3)

After the messenger left, he disappeared into the crowd almost instantly.

Mr. Yinfang breathed a sigh of relief visibly, but Ian reminded: "He hasn't gone far—he's staring at us from behind that noodle stall... oh, he's gone now."

The young man looked at Mr. Yinfang, and noticed that the other person's expression changed from comfort to horror and then to comfort again. He couldn't help but feel a little amused: "Sir, why are you so afraid of him? Respect...but there is no need to be so afraid, right?"

"What's more, as I remember, aren't you favored by the Marquis of Barton? Or the title of honorary citizen that he personally awarded you."

"Sigh, you don't even know what the Marquis of Barton was in charge of... and how he dealt with the Nanling nobles and those thorns."

Passing his chest, Mr. Yinfang let out a long sigh: "Me? Honorary citizen? The other candidates are all dead... They were hanged next to the square one by one. Hey, I was young at the time, and I was indeed obedient and sensible , but you also know... no matter how rich or noble a person like me is, he can only be afraid."

"Because I am not a sublimator, I can only be afraid."

The old man's words were full of regret, but he didn't really feel much resentment for not being an 'sublimation'.

Ian nodded thoughtfully, he understood somewhat.

Mr. Yinfang, as a rich man in Nanling with the support of Dragon Worship Sect behind him, the reason why he didn't try his best to get a set of legal sublimator inheritance for himself is that he is too old to adapt to the source quality transformation. 'He cannot' be a sublimator.

Because after becoming a sublimator...he is not obedient and 'sensible' enough.

In other words, there is no way to enjoy the current rich life.

"Being afraid is better than not being able to."

So the young man shook his head lightly: "Tomorrow afternoon... Speaking of which, the Marquis of Barton seems to prefer others to call him a general."

"Of course, he never got used to being an aristocrat. The days when he accompanied His Majesty to defend the land were the most glorious and most memorable times for him."

The old man was still trying to find clues on the street. He was really afraid of the spies under the Marquis of Barton, but in the end it was still fruitless.

Mr. Yinfang was a little helpless: "Can you really sense it? Back then, many sublimated people thought they had high perception and were not afraid of the empire's spies, but they found warning letters under their pillows , or the head is gone."

"Probably because the blood of the elves is more sensitive."

Ian scanned the street in front of him, the water-colored halos in his eyes flickered, he seemed to see something, and waved his hand with some disgust: "To be honest, I don't want to be so sharp, there are some things I don't really want to see You can also see things... oh my god, this gameplay is really abnormal.”

"Wait." Mr. Yinfang frowned, and he sensed the key: "You are so sharp, why did you chase it out before?"

"Haha..." At this point, Ian can only pretend to be stupid: "I just feel that I can fight back..."

Mr. Yinfang took a deep look at Ian, then shook his head slightly: "All right, I will always know anyway."

"Shall I take you into town tomorrow morning?"

"I'm not in such a hurry." Ian walked out of the Chamber of Commerce gate. He stood at the entrance of the street and looked in the direction of Nauman City.

He stared at the nightless city in the distance, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "This is Lord Marquis taking care of me."

"I'll go there tomorrow afternoon."

The next afternoon.

Ian, who had packed all his luggage, left this bustling and noisy town with Mr. Yinfang seeing him off.

Streets full of hawkers and shops, adventurers and travelers of all races, and many merchants coming and going-the noisy hawkers and bards singing on the streets, the loud clang of blacksmith shops, and the residents The laughter of the children in the district.

Of course, the most important thing is the delicious double tree bread.

"If I were just an ordinary adventurer, living here, taking risks, and exploring the mysteries of the Nanling Mountains... Maybe it would be a good life."

Riding a camel beast and walking on the avenue leading to Nauman City with other caravan carriages, Ian couldn't help but feel a little regretful: "Life in peace, live in peace, slowly enjoy the fun of exploration and research , who doesn’t like this? Even a prophet doesn’t need to always push himself to act.”

Ian loves to explore the unknown, but that doesn't mean he likes to be constantly on the move. On the contrary, his personality is actually more mellow than it appears, and he doesn't mind waiting patiently when the need arises.

He is always full of patience. People who like to gaze at the starry sky are of course willing to gaze at the sky quietly, waiting for the clouds to drift and the breeze to blow.

Just...

He couldn't wait.

The boy still remembers the prophecy he saw for the entire Terra six years ago.

The earth is full of blackness and death, and the sky is full of stars...

It is true that the prophecy does not have to be fully believed - because no matter which prophet, their prophecy cannot predict the changes that other prophets may cause.

The simplest example... Ian's prophecy is definitely a future that can only be reached if the prophets of the Huaiguang Church do not exist.

He can convince himself and slow down his pace.

But he chose to move forward after all.

The city of Naumann is getting closer.

The core area of ​​the South Ridge capital is actually a bastion surrounded by canals, which has been continuously expanded since then to resist the endless attacks of monsters and aborigines that emerged in Nanling hundreds of years ago.

However, with the continuous development of technology, and large tracts of virgin forest around the city were felled and developed, and reclaimed into today's empty plains and satellite towns.

In this way, the city wall has lost its meaning, and many of the walls of Nauman City have indeed been demolished, replaced by streets and many sentry towers and small fortifications around the town-as long as the full-scale war begins, the entire Nauman The surrounding area of ​​Manchester City will become the scariest flesh mill.

The double tree avenue that Ian is walking now leads directly to the XC area of ​​Nauman City. As long as you pass this orchard field, you can directly see the Indus Square in the distance. There are hotels for traders and adventurers living in the surrounding area. From a distance, you can see a kind of crowded bustle.

If you look up a little bit, you can see the "central area" in the city center, which is where the original bastion area is located. The terrain there is relatively high, and the firepower can cover all surrounding areas condescendingly. For Uptown.

A light-colored canal surrounds the bastion area, like a white line drawing a circle, and then goes out from the east to the sea, like a white straight line.

Ian walks towards the line.

The time has come to the afternoon, but the sun is still hot and bright.

Following the west slanting sunlight, the young man planned to follow the caravan into the city, and then go to the Silver Chamber of Commerce to arrange the camel beast and the salute, and then he can take the badge to the governor's mansion in the upper city.

However, it may be a coincidence, or it may be a kind of necessity.

When entering the city, Ian saw a bright and harmonious cyan light walking towards him.

For a moment, I felt that the surrounding sunlight dimmed.

The afternoon sun is still bright, even with a kind of dry heat, but when Ian saw the blue light, it suddenly became gentle, like the twilight in the evening... no, like the twilight in the dense forest. shade.

Ian stopped the camel beast.

——The third energy level. Now the third energy level in Nauman City, apart from the Marquis of Barton, should only be the 'Oak Master' from Canaan Moore.

He analyzed it quite calmly, and he could see that the other party didn't come towards him on purpose, but simply went out from the south gate.

This analysis cannot be said to be wrong, it is indeed the case, the team following Master Oak is not small, there is also a second-level elf and a first-level elf following him, it should be in the information' Candleholders' up.

As for the ordinary people behind, Ian glanced, it should be the team from Canaan Moore.

"It's better to stay away."

Ian patted the camel beast tenderly, the camel beast shook its head, and then turned to the left - Ian planned to enter the city through the west gate instead.

But what made him silent was that as he changed direction, the cyan light in the distant team simply left the team and walked towards him openly.

——What is this for?

Ian was a little confused. He obviously didn't see any danger before he came to Nauman City? There was nothing unusual about Frost Butterfly, why did Master Oak walk towards him openly?

Or did he say that he was being passionate, and he was looking for someone else in the same direction?

Ian looked around and found that there were caravans all around him, and there was no particularly conspicuous target. Even he himself wears a hood, and most people can't see his face.

"Don't look around, young goblin...maybe a little shark?"