Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 56: Father’s Blood
"This fruit core is still fresh, don't sell it to the pharmacy on Central Avenue."
Brin was originally a guy who wanted to grab children's things. After accepting the Somo fruit core with a cheeky face, Brin, who had a rather low bottom line, coughed lightly and told Ian that someone in the industry knew the news: "Sold to Jill's winery, they are trying to plant wine trees as medicine and sell them as poison, where can they sell the seeds to make money?"
"Of course, the saplings are the best, but the natives of the Suma wine tree have been strictly guarding them. Even the seeds are mostly for life-saving and difficult to recycle, so one is worth seven or eight talers."
"Indeed."
It's very easy to understand, Ian nodded slightly, understanding it.
"It's almost time to go."
At this time, Ian saw that Brin's physical strength had recovered a lot, so he decided to take advantage of the night and the opponent's injury had not deteriorated.
"You can see, you lead the way." Brin nodded, then picked up the native swordsman who was still in a coma, and followed behind Ian.
Safe travel.
The forest along the northeast coast of Harrison Port has been completely cleared, leaving only a piece of white land covered with salt and alkali. , the farmland in the port is mainly located around the official road in the north, on both sides of the Ewok River.
Starting from this saline-alkali land, a stone road leads directly to the nearby Boer village. The guards usually follow this road to inspect various villages and breeding factories. The earth in the dark night.
Ian and Brin walked along the light of the sentry tower. Although they didn't meet the indigenous team, they were on guard all the way.
The two of them finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little when they arrived under the bright sentry tower and saw the towering city walls of Harrison Harbor.
At the same time, they saw many people coming from all directions, either alone or in groups, gathering under the city gate tower.
Most of these people looked terrified, their clothes were messy, and some were even seriously injured, covered in blood.
Ian knew at a glance that they should be lumberjacks or fishermen from surrounding villages, and all of them, like himself, were attacked by indigenous people, but unexpectedly survived.
"Don't panic, line up, and after proving your identity, enter the city in order!"
There is a city defense team maintaining order. These usually loose soldiers are rarely put on half-body armor and helmets, holding light crossbows in their hands, and are in a state of combat readiness.
The captain's dull and solemn voice came from the helmet: "Lord Viscount Grant has set up a free oatmeal distribution point. After entering the city, everyone will have oatmeal to drink, and there is also a place to put it-but don't make too much noise and cause riots !”
"Whoever stirs up commotion will be regarded as aboriginal spy and imprisoned. Resist and kill."
Hearing this simple but powerful kindness, the frightened crowd gradually calmed down, but Ian and Brin did not enter the crowd.
"We have captured the prisoner!"
Because of Brin's lung injury, Ian spoke for him. The boy's crisp voice caught the captain's attention. He saw Brin's body twisted in his hands, but because of the tough physique of the Terra people, he still kept his breath. , Immediately his eyes lit up: "What?"
"Brin? You are lucky"
He seemed to know the herbal picker, but before the captain of the city defense army led the team to lead Ian and Brin back to the city, another surprised voice sounded: "Ian?"
Heavy footsteps sounded like a rock falling to the ground, and the figure of Elder Pude appeared in front of the city gate.
His appearance immediately made the captain of the city guard take a step back to show respect, but the elder didn't care about the awe of the other party, but walked forward quickly, looking at Ian's situation in surprise: " Not bad, no injuries."
Elder Bai Zhimin shook his beard. He looked at Ian's current state, and also glanced at Brin who was injured and smiled, and said with a smile: "Yes, Brin, you are doing well!"
"No, it's not me." Brin didn't dare to take the credit, but before he finished speaking, Elder Purdue looked back and looked at Ian: "Of course I know it's not you. He really saved Ian's life and captured the captives, so he has already asked me for credit."
"Ian, did you do it?"
His question was short and forceful, and he fixed his eyes on the young boy with burning eyes.
"Yes."
He didn't deny it, because Ian was keenly aware that under Elder Pudd's loose robe, there was a layer of chain mail wrapped around him, and the opponent had a warhammer on his waist, completely in preparation mode.
Behind the city gate, he saw several Elder Pude's usual guards were also wearing leather armor, waiting in full armor.
—He is going out of town.
Ian is aware of this, and he clearly understands that apart from himself, there is no need for Elder Purdue to venture out of the city at all—even if the Baizhimin breeding factory is destroyed. The risk is too small.
The other party wants to save him.
"I see." He thought thoughtfully: "It seems that my identity as a psyker may be more valued than I thought?"
But no matter what, the other party was prepared almost immediately, and there is a great possibility of going to search and rescue—usually people don’t think that an eight-year-old child will end well if he is attacked by a native—— Ian, who has been killed, is willing to acknowledge this alone.
"No matter what, even for the identity of a psyker, the close group relationship of the Bai Zhimin is quite good."
"Call the doctor, Brin needs healing."
Patting Ian on the back, Elder Pude nodded to the captain of the city guard, and then led the two of them into the city. They were attacked by surprise, and the two Aubrey brothers were defeated, and they sailed into the sea with their surviving compatriots to take refuge, you two called Sai Nan and David En, and went to the labyrinth Zaohai to meet them."
"Ian is sorry, we ignored your premonition. Come with me and tell me what happened in the outer city."
"Not now, elder."
But to the surprise of Elder Purdue, Ian, who seemed very well-behaved, rejected his request.
But he didn't feel annoyed, but waited for the reason with interest: "Why?"
"The captive is there. Elder, if you really have a problem, you must have a way to make him speak."
Turning sideways, the boy smiled and looked at the native swordsman who had been surrounded by three doctors and restrained on a stretcher: "And my younger brother hasn't eaten yet—I wanted to bring some food when I went out this time." Come back, it's all gone now."
"Not to mention."
Turning back, Ian and Elder Pude looked at each other, and said with a light smile: "Elder, you really want to ask me a question, haven't I already answered it?"
In his cyan pupils, a warm, crystal-clear, water-like halo lit up, flickering slightly like a firefly.
Although the glimmer of light that sprouted from within only lasted for a few seconds and then disappeared, it was like an illusion, but the color that suddenly lit up at that moment was absolutely true.
"This is"
Squinting his eyes, Elder Purdue stared at Ian's eyes, and he clearly saw the halo.
"Really, very good answer."
He said softly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a rare hint of nostalgia in his tone, but more of relief: "That's it, Ian. Be careful, you should know by now how many people are outside the city. Dangerous."
After a pause, the old man stretched out his hand, rubbed the boy's head vigorously, and rebuked him with a heavier tone: "Besides, you promised me that you would not go out alone. Huh?"
"It's not a good boy to promise but not to do it."
"Hey."
Ian is trying to pass the test with cuteness. With his appearance, if he is an ordinary person, his heart will soften for a moment, and he will even feel protective. But obviously Elder Purdue doesn't like this.
He lightly patted the boy on the shoulder: "Go back, this time you captured the captive and made a great contribution, Viscount Grant will not ignore it."
"Go home and wait for the good news."
Soon, Elder Pude left with Brin and the native captives.
In addition to looking for Ian, they also wanted to lead a team out of the city to patrol, trying to catch a few tongues, and figure out what went wrong with the natives. .
Because of Ian, they already have ready-made prisoners, but it is also necessary to inspect several key entrances and guard towers.
Ian stared at the direction they were leaving, his relaxed expression gradually becoming serious.
"The natives suddenly went crazy, why?"
He turned his head and looked at the gate of the city that was slowly reviewing and releasing it.
Under the dim light of algae oil lamps, the blood-stained villagers either cried or trembled as they entered the city. Several guards silently raised a large bucket of water and poured them on them, turning them into While they were drowning, they also washed off the sludge on their bodies, blood stains and the plague and bugs that the natives might have tried to send into the city through them.
After the cleaning, some families were reunited. Although they were at a loss, they had a minimum of composure and were guided into the temporary tent area that had been cleared out.
And some fled all the way, and now they reached a safe place, only to realize that they might have lost several of the most important family members, so they knelt down on the ground, wailing in despair, beating the ground and crying.
"No, don't wash it off, it's Daddy's blood"
He heard a little boy crying loudly, which would have drawn reprimands, but in the end it was just an acquaintance forced a smile, and left with a smile covering the child's mouth.
The guards just watched in silence.
After more than ten years of peace, everyone recalled the **** and terrifying wars with the natives in the past.
Watching this scene, Ian muttered to himself: "Is all this related to what the teacher said?"
"If not, why?"
"And Mr. Hilliard, what are you doing now?"
Looking silently at the situation behind the city gate, Ian shook his head slightly and walked on the way home.
At the same moment, outside Viscount Grant's mansion.
A gray **** fell silently from the wind and landed in front of the guards who had been waiting for a long time in front of the mansion.
The guard who finally waited until the target let out a long breath, and hurriedly took off the note on the bird's leg
He returned to the mansion as quickly as possible, and handed the roll of paper from the depths of the redwood forest to the butler, a slightly hunchbacked man with white hair who had served the Grant family for forty-five years elder.
"My lord, there is a letter from over there."
Knocked on the door, and after a rather dull response, the old butler slowly walked into the study, and handed the letter to Viscount Grant, who was looking so depressed that he was almost gnashing his teeth.
The Lord Viscount is signing letters of authorization at this moment, preparing to mobilize the resources of various chambers of commerce in Port Harrison to assist in resettling the refugees caused by the aboriginal attack, and to prepare a report for war—whether the imperial capital reads it or not, it doesn’t matter what happens Well, as a titular royal territory, the governor of Port Harrison needs to write a report for everything he does, let alone mobilize military reserve resources to prepare for war.
Hearing what the old steward said, the angry viscount raised his head, and with a click, he crushed the pen in his hand: "Trash! The natives hit us on the head, smashing all our teeth, before we spread the news Give it to me? Then what is the use of these lurking spies? Waste of my money!"
"Warning, warning, warning, I just believed their nonsense - Pude came over a few days ago and told me to be careful of the sudden actions of the natives. I smiled and told him that I must have known it before him, and told him not to Worry, what's the result?!"
After scolding a lot, he took a deep breath, Viscount Grant still controlled his emotions, and unfolded the note expressionlessly.
Then, he frowned and his expression became uncertain.
"The pure sacrifice is not to increase the number of sublimated people in the tribe, nor is it to let the sea of trees shelter them in a big storm?"
He said in amazement: "This pure sacrifice is the purest blood sacrifice."
Thinking of a possibility, Viscount Grant raised his head. Sure enough, the old butler's expression became extremely solemn. This old man who has witnessed the history of Harrison Port from its establishment to the present obviously thought of the same possibility as him. .
The viscount stood up and said to himself incredulously: "Their attack on the village this time is not a precursor to the siege, but to capture enough blood sacrifices?"
"They want to wake up the mountain master with a blood sacrifice?!"