Above The Sky

[As for the left arm... is he acting so real? I remember that the bloodline of Iwaki White Deer is quite strong in regeneration, but it is not enough to chop off a hand casually...]

The Viscount was still struggling with breaking his hand - he obviously couldn't figure out why Baron Ryan would cut his own hand for the sake of a carload of two-year-old Xiahui grass.

It is true that the fire dragon burning warehouse is really profitable, but if a nobleman is required to pay such a high price, it is obviously not worth it.

At least he definitely wouldn't do it himself, wouldn't it be good to find a death row inmate and say that he was the inner ghost who colluded with the land of flames?

"and many more."

And Ian heard a vital piece of information from the Viscount's words.

It was also the information he really wanted to know in this communication.

After swallowing, the boy took a deep breath, and then asked in a deep voice, "Viscount, you mean...the baroness has died? Together with...his child?"

[Of course, this is big news in the aristocratic circle, but I can remember that it was mainly because it was a natural disaster attack. The Imperial Capital sent an aid to both us and the Lionel. Didn’t the batch of Bison giants come like this? I still remember that you liked to drink milk when you were a child...]

The Viscount teased Ian. Of course, it was Elder Pude who applied for it at the beginning, but isn't he the only one who did the real distribution of resources?

But soon, he was keenly aware of what was wrong: [Wait, it's impossible... what did your spirit see? 】

The Viscount suddenly reacted, then raised the volume and warned: [Listen, Ian, don't mix it up! 】

[Since you have already bought the Xiahui grass, hurry up and leave... Damn, could it be that he hasn't come out of that grief, and even played the sorcery of the mountain people to try to recall his wife's soul? ! 】

No, not Mrs.

At this moment, Ian's heart is like a rock in the water, sinking to the bottom of the sea.

—The baroness...and the child died in that great storm six years ago?

Then what the hell was the fourth baby blue figure he saw at the Baron's Castle?

And what the hell is the butler who told himself that the young master was only in poor health and could only play in the castle? !

Cut off the ferocious sharp-clawed tiger leading to Laian Territory, the abnormality in Jinye Town, the missing children in adjacent villages and towns...

Plus the prophet's skull, three strange children with psychic abilities, the baron's weird broken arm...

And, that so-called 'echo'...

Ian is smart enough to figure out the crux of it all.

Reverberations, echoes, mirrors—both are the methods of immortality.

Naturally, it is also the method of 'resurrection'!

As for the cost of all this, the calamity that could result...

The Skull of a Moment, as long as it is used irregularly or deliberately, the user will gradually be assimilated by the prophet, or the target he foresees.

Because the information you know is all about the details, as long as the spirit is slightly unstable, you will be overwhelmed by the torrent of predicted information and lose yourself.

So, what if, by accident, the psionicist who used the Skull of a Moment predicted a certain worm nest?

Or foresaw the flower of Karin that may still be under seal?

It is even said... to recall the fallen powerhouses in the past...

Yes, the prediction of the Skull of a Moment is random, but it does have a tendency. If it is definitely not the goal that you want to predict, you will be random a few times and continue to be random, and there will always be a day when you can succeed.

"It's okay to resurrect that prophet, anyway, the carrier is like that, it's basically impossible to beat me."

Ian frowned, and he whispered in his heart: "But what if there are some inexplicable apocalypse-level disasters? For example, this prophetic prophet, who has foreseen a future superpower, can beat the second energy with the first energy level. class?"

"Oh, I can too, that's fine."

These things, guessing is useless, thinking is useless, and predicting is useless.

Only by actually facing it can we know the result.

"I see, I won't get involved."

Letting out a breath, Ian said calmly, "This is too much trouble."

He smiled and said to the Viscount: "Don't worry, my lord, I'll leave Leanland now."

【As long as you know】

Viscount Grant said solemnly: [What the nobles do, the noble court and the patrolling knights will rectify them. If they are a little more evil, the Huaiguang Church and the Ghost Religion will also punish them. Let's take care of ourselves]

[You did a good job this time, Ian, if you encounter something wrong, ask me if you need it. If it doesn't work, you can tell Bishop Baiwu. He has a deep understanding of these sorcerers and evil methods]

The Viscount gave a few more words, encouraged Ian, and ended the communication.

And Ian stood in front of the communication device, lost in thought.

"How do you manage this?"

He muttered to himself, then shook his head slightly, and changed his words: "Where should I start?"

"Although I have advanced to the second energy level, it is best not to expose this matter. Although the fourteen-year-old second energy level is not inexplicable, too much genius will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble."

In any case, Ian will take care of this 'idle' business.

Not to mention the possible safety of several children and surrounding villages and towns.

Baron Ryan may have something to do with Prophet Psionics and Echoes, and he has to figure out the context behind it.

The former may be just a matter of curiosity, the latter is a matter of importance.

The white people of Nanling were basically exiled here because of the echo incident, and Isengard is very likely to be the echo carrier of Axel in the future.

As long as this technology is involved, there must be a huge conspiracy behind it.

Although there is no 'direct' connection, even if the prophet's hunch is not used, just thinking with his head, the weak-minded can come to the result that can't be let go.

He didn't want to be caught in the whirlpool ignorantly, even if he had to jump into it, he had to know what it looked like.

"Hide your identity...go and explore."

"Hopefully things aren't as bad as I thought."

Resolving, thinking so, Ian's figure has disappeared.

He came to the street where it was raining heavily.

Because of the curfew, the entire Laian city was very quiet, and only a few algae oil lamps were still flashing.

On the dark road, two water-colored halos flashed past, like cyan lightning.

bang.

The thunder swept across the earth with the icy wind, whizzing past houses and intersections, and the pale light suddenly illuminated the entire town, and then quickly faded, leaving everything in darkness.

Only the Xiahui grass flower sea outside the city is still shining with gorgeous sunshine.

A figure arrived here, and he was surprised to find that another person was also here.

Lightning pierced through the dark night, and Sister Yingguang of Huaiguang Church held a shovel in her hand and looked at the young knight wearing a helmet in astonishment.

At this time, the dragon girl was wearing a rather simple country farm uniform. At first glance, she looked like a village girl, probably trying to disguise, but as long as her tail and horns were still there, she was unlikely to succeed, let alone Yi Ying. Sister Guang's appearance and temperament, even if she is a village girl, is a very beautiful village girl who can kill a cow with one punch.

However, she held the shovel in a fairly standard and skilled manner, apparently doing farm work a lot.

The two looked at each other and fell into an awkward silence.

Sister Yingguang's dragon horns are black with a little crimson, which should be the characteristics of some kind of rock dragon or fire dragon. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she was looking at the knight who had a relationship in front of her.

Soon, she showed a clear color.

"Here, shovel."

She raised her hand, took out another folding spatula from behind, and handed it to Ian.

The girl-like dragonman's voice is clear and clear, and the final sound is faintly like the clanging sound of pebbles in the river. This strange tone proves that his hometown should be in the mountains and the surrounding area of ​​Gantrygum, only in places with more dwarves. There will be such a pronunciation habit.

Ian took the shovel, and he noticed that in addition to the package on her back, the woman also brought three shovels as spares, and even a metal shock stick used to pierce rocks and soft soil around her waist. It can be said that she is fully prepared.

"thanks."

After trying the feel, Ian nodded his thanks.

So the two started digging.

The two sublimators dug the ground, and it didn't take much time to dig a dozen meters deep. The surrounding rainwater gathered and was blocked by Ian's manipulation, while Sister Yingguang was at the bottom of the pit and made a sound of "as expected": "I found it."

She jumped up and returned to the ground from the bottom of the pit with just one jump, holding an adult skeleton whose flesh and blood had been shaved off, and cutting marks could be seen on the bones.

"Underground, this area is a hiding spot for Baron Ryan to bury his body."

After examining the corpse, Sister Yingguang looked at Ian, who seemed to be in deep thought, and she said fluently: "This knight, although I don't know your purpose, but Baron Lean and the mountain people used corpses to cultivate psionic plants. of evil sacrifices."

"You can continue to assist me in investigating this matter, or you can leave as soon as possible and report to the local governor at Nauman City."

"I have to warn you that this matter is extremely dangerous, and I will not act rashly, but will report to Nanling Cathedral after collecting more information."

It was a very formulaic phrase, and then the Dragon Girl reached out to Ian with a capable smile: "Thank you for your assistance. How did you find out about Baron Lean's anomaly?"

"A little bit of a story."

Ian understood the meaning of the nun, he did not misunderstand, shook hands with the other party, but returned the shovel to the other party: "I think we can exchange information."