Above The Sky

On the top floor terrace of the Yinfang Chamber of Commerce, the white-haired boy sat on an armchair, reclining and staring at the starless night in the sky.

The brilliance of the phantom moon is bright, making the edge of the cloud dyed with a layer of silver-blue fluorescence, and the beams of moonlight hang down the earth. When they sweep to Shuangshu Town, they are covered by the lights in the village.

The streets are full of lights and pedestrians, and the windows of every household are hung with alba, a small yellowish flower commonly found in the courtyard of the home. It is named because it looks like a spot of sunlight falling in the courtyard. It is located in Nanling. It means good harvest and unexpected wealth.

The so-called curfew can’t really stop a large trade center like Shuangshu Town. The shop owners paid the fines in advance, and the soldiers patrolling the streets didn’t want to really have trouble with their relatives and friends, so they dispatched additional staff. Outside of the patrol, there was no attempt to shut down any of the shops.

In the final analysis, the chaos around Nauman City is basically fake - the Dragon Cult didn't attack the city at all, the people from Canaan Moore are also in the city, and the inner ghosts on both sides are also in the silent period, the only possibility to do something. One of the section chiefs of the Lingzhi Institute died, and the leaders were gone. They all huddled in their own laboratory and did not go out.

In flames?

It's flying flames is a scapegoat, where's the real ability to cause chaos in Nanling? At most, it engages in biological warfare, and the effect is not very good.

That's it, because of the actions of a certain knight, several strongholds were removed, and the empire was blocked in the forests and mountains. It is estimated that most of them have been withdrawn to the western provinces.

Of course, they may have succeeded in a certain insect hive timeline, but at this point in time, the flames have already exited.

Ian stared at the lights in the city like this, while reading the alchemy book in the silver chip in his mind, while distracted to eat meat.

Eat a lot of meat.

The waiters of the Yinfang Chamber of Commerce continuously served plates of steaming dishes, ranging from grilled meat with browned skin and sizzling fat, and steamed fish with carefully cooked and tender meat.

Even the sweet and sour honey and vinegar pork ribs that Ian ate in Jinye Town had thick juices hanging from the ribs that were almost separated from the flesh, and the whole terrace was filled with a strong aroma.

Ian liked them all. He chose a bird leg to bite down, and the crispy skin burst open and the juice overflowed, which was very satisfying.

The taste is really good. he thinks.

But what really matters is the follow-up.

The chewed food enters the abdomen and is immediately crushed by the peristaltic steel-striped gastric sac. On the inner side of the stomach wall, under the almost metallic abrasive texture, the pure black glands are secreting a special decomposing enzyme, which disintegrates all the food. Food is transformed into a material that is easily absorbed and sent to the rest of the digestive system.

Eating and Digestion. The most important activity of the human body is to obtain energy and grow materials. A series of chain reactions, manifested externally, is an inexplicable heat flow flowing up and down Ian's body.

He clearly sensed that the muscle structure in his body was being fine-tuned, and some old fat, which was used as a reserve energy and thermal insulation layer, was gradually being absorbed by the body and then replaced.

The reason why the steel grain starfish is very unpalatable is precisely because its energy storage structure is too tough. Eating that thing is like eating iron-encrusted rubber, and the average human body cannot digest this special fat. On the contrary, it will be like lactose intolerance, and even lead to allergies.

And now... because the conversion process is not that fast, so Ian is not sure how much defense bonus this transformation will bring him.

But at least, he knew it.

It doesn't taste good on its own.

"But it wasn't very tasty in the first place, and it wasn't bad."

After eating five times the usual amount, Ian even felt that he was still a little unfulfilled. With him as the center, a burst of heat was rising, and even created a burst of updraft on the top floor of the Silver Square Chamber of Commerce.

It was a vision of his flesh working at full power, digesting food and strengthening his body.

The core of the ancient dragon has also been supplemented by a large amount of source quality, which almost made up for the consumption of Ian's previous killing of Baron Lane and the head of the Gnosis Institute.

The ability to dissolve iron stomach sac has been proven, and this digestive organ is indeed one of the sublimation organs that Ian needs most today.

"Ian."

And just when Ian finished the experiment and planned to go back to his room to rest.

Suddenly, Mr. Yinfang came over with a serious face and called softly, "There is something."

"What's the matter, sir?"

The boy stopped, and he looked at each other curiously.

He has never seen Mr. Yinfang look so serious to himself - this kind old man has always been very cheerful, even if he is very troubled, he will hide his expression, and he has never put worry on his face like he is now. .

"Someone's looking for you. It should be a good thing...but it's definitely not normal."

The old man didn't know Ian's inner thoughts, he just sighed lightly, then frowned and said, "There is the envoy of the marquis below."

"Ian, Marquis Patton wants to meet you."

"interesting."

Ian raised his eyebrows, and he laughed: "What are you waiting for, I'll go downstairs."

The messenger of the Marquis of Barton was waiting downstairs, a young iron citizen dressed as an ordinary adventurer.

He was wearing a dark brown cloak, carrying a hunting longbow, and his quiver was covered by the cloak and hung under the leather armor, looking rather cheap.

In addition, there are a lot of small pieces of equipment and a machete hanging on his belt. The handle of the machete is very old, but the wipe is smooth and clean.

Obviously, if this adventurer hadn't presented the document originating from the Marquis of Barton, Mr. Silver Fang would never have come to remind Ian so cautiously.

When an aristocrat sends such a dark son who has been hiding for an unknown period of time, instead of a knight in full armor, to invite someone.

That situation must be much more dangerous than usual.

"Knight Ian, Lord Marquis invites you as a representative of Port Harrison to go to the Governor's Palace tomorrow to attend the banquet meeting with the Canaan Moorish messenger."

The messenger said with a blank face, and he took out an invitation: "The time is before noon tomorrow, please arrive on time."

The emissary's tone was emotionless, businesslike, and the underlying imperatives were evident.

But Ian seemed unable to comprehend this impersonal danger, but smiled at the Iron People emissary and said one word: "Seven times."

The messenger showed a somewhat confused look. He seemed to have no idea what the seven times in Ian's mouth meant, and was not moved by Ian's words at all.

But the emotional perception brought by the extreme domain made the young man sure, and the other party was indeed shocked for a moment.

So, he continued confidently: "You just spied on the Chamber of Commerce three times from the corner of the street, from the roof in the distance, and from the crowd, and determined my location."

"Then use your bird companion to determine my position in the sky, and then use the small telescope on your left to determine my movement twice."

"And before you finally came to find me, you used some kind of sublimator's ability to confirm my strength again."

"Seven times in total, no one noticed, very cautious, and very powerful."

The adventurer was silent for a while, then smiled and took back the invitation in his hand.

"Ian knight." He nodded to Ian, took something out of his arms, and said calmly: "You have proved yourself, please forget what I said before."

He handed Ian a badge: "The General invites you to have dinner with him tomorrow evening."

"The general said, you can come later, he doesn't mind, but the meat will be eaten up, so you can only accompany him to drink tea."