Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 84: The pattern of Canglan

Ian didn't know what Hilliard did today, but he guessed that it must have something to do with the sea beast invasion in Harrison Port today.

According to the momentum of the sequoia natives coming out this time, it is impossible for the spirit of the sea among the four major totem spirits of the sequoia, the two giant eels entrenched in the depths of the ocean, to move out, but they did not see eels from the beginning to the end. film.

General people in the empire might guess that it was the interference of the big storm, but Ian believed that all this was due to the actions of his teacher.

Since the other party can return safely, the boy is already at ease, which is enough to prove that his teacher's strength is quite good until he saw the obvious increase in wrinkles on the other party's face.

"Well, it's time to rest for a while."

For Ian's worried eyes, Hilliard just smiled gently. He stretched out his hand and patted the boy's shoulder: "I heard Elan's voice, probably hungry."

He doesn't want to talk about it.

After Ian nodded silently, he didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he went to clean the soaked stove, and prepared to find some sealed firewood that wasn't wet to light a fire for cooking.

"Is the epidemic poisonous?" He whispered in his heart, but he found helplessly that he had no way to help his teacher.

Then again, how much do I know about Mr. Hilliard?

His identity may be guessed a little, why he wants to accept himself as a student, but his past, his experience, his persistence and belief can also be guessed.

What is this more fundamental thing?

Ian turned his head back silently. He looked towards the hall. The old knight with long gray brown hair was standing by the window, staring at the heavy rain and strong wind outside the window, staring at the gloomy, thick, dark place where no light could shine. dense rain clouds.

The old man raised his head slightly, the silent figure seemed to be looking at something extremely far above the clouds.

The clouds were churning and churning, and the peak of the storm had passed. Although it was still violent, the people of Terra could bear it.

Wearing dark silver armor, Elder Purdue returned to the city with his guards.

The leader of the team is the city defense officer Yamu. This simple knight with a scar on his face has four hideous heads hanging from his waist. There are even traces of flesh and blood in the gaps of the dark-toned armor. All the soldiers in the army have indigenous heads or ears hanging from their waists.

Although it seemed cruel, all the people in Harrison Harbor who saw this scene couldn't help cheering - because this was a victory, a proof of a great victory!

This time the war with the Sequoia natives once again ended in a complete victory for Port Harrison.

"Your Excellency Pude, please report this good news to the Viscount instead of me. Now I have to organize the team and command the restoration of the basic city defense. It is difficult to separate myself."

After entering the city, Yam asked Pude politely, but the elder naturally couldn't refuse, so Dang even agreed, separated from the team, and went to the Viscount's mansion.

This is not a strange thing, even the guards of the Viscount's Mansion did not stop him. Pudd quickly passed the guard post and saw Viscount Grant who was alone in the basement testing the damage of the etheric armed forces.

"Pude, come and help me." The Viscount didn't exchange greetings, and they always communicated like this when there was no one else in private. He invited Bai Zhimin to check the huge mechanical armor in front of him: "The surface is very dented. Is the core inscription board inside okay?"

"It doesn't look like a serious problem, but the booster pipe and the main deck are seriously damaged, and the core inscription board is not involved."

The old man stepped forward, and while inspecting the damaged parts of the etheric armed forces, he explained the process of the battle between the guards and the main force of the natives: "Your Excellency is still in the town to treat the wounded, he is quite angry this time, those natives Killing people, burying corpses and poisoning at the water intake point in the autonomous region caused a plague, and he has been busy with this for a while."

"Seven shamans killed two and captured one. Fifteen chieftains escaped six. This time is a big victory."

After the inspection, Pudd nodded to the expressionless Viscount Grant: "There is no urgent problem, so after the storm is over, I will bring tools to repair Ayers, is it okay?"

He turned his head to the side, looked at the viscount who was in a somewhat wrong state, and said the other party's name with concern.

"Yes." The Viscount also nodded slightly, his dark blue pupils seemed to swirl, and he couldn't see anything: "Thank you, Pude. I'm just a little tired now."

"That's fine." Pudd didn't say anything.

Now, how could he fail to see that the aborigines directly attacked the Viscount's Mansion instead of looting supplies at the more important armory or warehouse area, which proved that the Viscount's mansion was extremely important to them? s things.

Can he guess something—maybe it's the 'sacred object' and 'secret treasure' that the old Viscount snatched from the natives?

Anyway, it will not be used for decades, and it will attract the natives to attack with all their strength. The old man can vaguely guess how many things.

But he won't talk, ask, or even think deeply.

It is rare to be confused about everything.

So he is Viscount Grant's best friend.

"Wait."

Just before Elder Purdue was about to leave, Viscount Grant suddenly spoke and stopped him.

When the old man Bai Zhimin turned his head, he saw a book thrown out by the other party, which made him catch it subconsciously.

The pattern of Canglan

"this"

Elder Purdue couldn't help raising his head when he saw the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar title of the book, and looked at his long-time friend with suspicion and some astonishment.

But all he could see was a face that was calm, tired, and nothing else.

"The one named Ian."

Waved his hand to signal the other party to accept, Viscount Grant propped his face with one hand, and said indifferently: "He has potential and is very smart. Others are not very good, so he is probably the only one who can take over your class—" —Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think you will die early, but you should always prepare in advance.”

"You have learned this book, teach him also."

"The special inscriptions for etheric armaments, you actually took them out right now"

Even Elder Pude couldn't help but look a little complicated, but then he smiled relievedly: "Are you trying to curse me to death? It's too early to think, at least he won't be able to accept it in twenty years." My class, let's talk about it after your son is born."

"Short-sighted old guy, can't a daughter do it?" The Viscount snorted, "I'm a nobleman because I'm patriarchal."

"This is for your own good, otherwise hum."

With a grunt as well, Elder Pude left the Viscount's mansion.

Viscount Grant stood in the hall of his study, lost in thought.

"The alchemy cannon was actually repaired by that kid"

Squinting his eyes, the brown-haired nobleman whispered to himself: "Pud, Pud, you don't have to be too wary of me, let him pretend to be a fool in class, how can a real smart person, a talented person, hide it?" live?"

"Twenty years? In less than ten years, he will be able to learn everything."

Shaking his head slightly, the Viscount continued to wait.

After a while, Yamu, who took off his armor and changed his clothes, came here.

"How?"

When the nobleman saw his knight, he couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief. He stood up and asked, "Have you asked those guys to say something?"

"There is a clue, but it is no different from no."

Yam frowned, and what he brought was not good news: "The natives don't know what relics are, they only know the holy land left by their ancestors - not the big redwood forest, the foggy mountain forest, the elephant bone marshes and the light A sacred place like the algae reefs, but a sacred place that all Sequoia natives respect.”

"This is quite an old legend, and there are not many indigenous people who know it now, but I can be sure that it should be the authentic body of the ruins."

"This is good news, isn't the clue very clear?"

Hearing this, Viscount Grant frowned: "Could it be"

"Yes." Yam nodded solemnly: "The aborigines are not very clear about the location of their real holy place. This is their ancient legend. Only the great shaman can know the whole picture. I don't even know, it is very likely that the great shaman has lost this inheritance."

"It was the big storm eight years ago that destroyed the altar of the Aboriginal Elephant Bone Mountain Ancestor, and at the same time enabled the Aboriginal to find their forgotten records of the Holy Land and the remains of the pre-epoch civilization."

"Master."

Speaking of which, the knight even shamelessly pointed out the mistakes made by his lord in the past: "You shouldn't have killed the survivor of the escort."

"If this is not the case, we might be able to find the ruins earlier than the natives."