Above The Sky

Although it was very calm when he passed by the courtyard, Ian felt a lot of prying eyes... more than the backyard of the Marquis Barton's house, it was a bit hard to be tense.

——My good guy, it turns out that I was a patrol knight, and in this capacity, I assisted Yisen and Master Gosey in exploring the South China Sea maze... Heh, even exposing that the Sequoia natives around Harrison Harbor were infiltrated by the agents of Fireland. This is because I, the patrol knight, were keenly aware of it, and only stopped it by hitting it!

"Potion, weapons, armor, tomes... The Knights never hide from the knights."

"Stand up with an open and honest position. It seems that the struggle within the imperial capital is much heavier than I thought...Is Emperor Axel okay?"

After he finished speaking, he turned and left neatly, with Tres following behind him.

"Sir, you are joking. If you have merit, you will be rewarded."

Looking back thoughtfully, Ian smiled at the receptionist and said, "I'm sorry for disturbing work. What should I do next?"

Ian felt that not only was there not less on the form, but there were a lot of strange credits... He shook his head slightly, but signed his name: "What can these credits be used for? Promotion?"

"Lord Knight, here is the form of merit that you haven't received yet. Please confirm that it is correct."

A tall figure walked into the registration office of the archives,

Ian didn't even know his name, just stared at the other person's back, his silver-blue eyes flashing thoughtfully.

The teenager had expected this for a long time, and he nodded: "Sir, I need proof."

The effect of the label is obvious, not only the eyes that bet on Ian have changed from curiosity and doubt at the beginning to sudden and solemnity.

This is a middle-aged man who looks a little decadent. He has a resolute appearance, holding a helmet with an emblem in his hand, wearing a matte silver full-body armor, dark blue straight hair that looks very hard, and four stripes on his face. Strange black metal lines passed through his eyes and the sides of his cheeks, and finally disappeared into a layer of metal structure that wrapped the sides of his cheeks and his chin.

"Don't talk nonsense, keep working, and do it like you haven't seen me before."

"Am I being used as a tool for expressing my position? No, I guess I know that I have noticed the 'label' and tried to enter the imperial capital alone, so I chose to increase the weight."

This is a man of iron. As soon as he entered, everyone in the archives straightened their backs, stood up, and looked serious.

Moreover, all of them have become the credits of the 'Patrol Knight'.

He raised his eyebrows, the metal lines on his face flashed slightly, and looked at Ian: "Barton told you that as long as the letter is brought to the imperial capital, the mission will be completed, and it does not say who is the recipient, right? You dare to ask I lied to prove that I have a lot of courage."

The man called the deputy head glanced around in front of him lightly, raised his hand, and everyone returned to their original positions and continued to work.

"Southridge, Port Harrison. The recommender is Viscount Grant, Marquis of Barton."

- I have so much credit? Unexpected. Is this the power of someone behind it?

This time, the deputy head of the regiment withdrew his hand instead, he laughed, showing his white teeth, but his tone was much softer: "I will prove it to you, and the letter will be deposited with you first."

"what?"

"Well. I understand. You are indeed a good seedling that he personally allowed to pass."

"Don't do it, Lord Knight, I should work. Please come with me."

That is, he was marked with a broader and larger label.

"prove?"

But such a label is much heavier than the Marquis of Barton or the Ellen family alone, which is exactly what Ian wants.

All the following procedures were smooth, and all Ian had to do was to sign one by one on the documents here at the headquarters.

- The Lord is here.

The dark blue long-haired man was stunned for a moment. He didn't get angry, but muttered to himself, "Prove... oh, so it is."

Ian replied earnestly: "It's the General who didn't say anything, that's why I need to prove it!"

After Ian signed almost, the civilian staff took another stack of documents, and she asked politely: "If there is anything missing, please let us know."

"When I get the certificate, I will let you know. When that time comes, you will come to see me again and give me the letter."

The clerk chuckled, apparently thinking that Ian was joking, how could he not know about this: "Our patrol knights have an independent budget, logistical channels and capital flow, and each knight needs to form their own Squad--merit is what it's for, my lord."

Ian handed over his knightly paperwork, a letter of recommendation signed by the Marquis of Barton.

Ian also turned around and looked at the tall knight.

Out of the corner of Ian's eyes, he noticed that behind the deputy head, Tres was standing outside the courtyard.

"And... I'll see him later..."

Raising his head, the clerk said with sincerity and admiration, "You can at least exchange for a complete second-level potion formula, or two second-level potion ingredients!"

——Sure enough, the true fourth energy level is already my limit. If there is no realm of soul brought by the goblin, I am afraid that the deputy head can make my observations backfire.

——Is it the deputy head of the regiment that he voted for? And being able to find me as soon as possible, behind this deputy head, it should be the second prince...

Whether it is the Marquis of Barton or the deputy commander's statement, for Ian, it is essentially one thing.

With that said, she glanced at Ian's table and made a rough estimate: "According to your merits, Lord Knight...it's enough to be awarded a badge of honor and a five-year salary supplement. You already have armor and weapons, so you can convert this part too. , so that..."

"It was delivered to me."

"Newcomer report?"

——Dark silver...the fourth energy level high-level...somewhat difficult.

This is the collective label of the Second Prince's camp.

The clerk who raised her spirits because she heard the name of Marquis Barton raised her head, she looked at Ian in astonishment, and felt that the documents in her hands were getting hot: "This kind of secret letter should be delivered directly to the Lord Marquis who wants to deliver it. People... this, I don't know..."

And he lowered his head and stretched out his hand to Ian: "Barton's letter, right? It should be for me. Little guy, give me the letter."

"Do you want a secret letter from an upright person..." He breathed tiredly, he secretly said in his heart, and now he was really vigilant: "This is a signal. It is a signal from the Marquis of Barton that he has chosen the power of the second prince, or It's a signal of the attitude of the deputy commander of the patrol knights."

After handing over the documents, he asked: "Here is the secret letter that Marquis Barton entrusted me to deliver to the headquarters of the Imperial Knights Patrol. Where should I deliver it."

Ian came to the workbench, and the responsible clerk looked at Ian's armor and age, and immediately understood: "Who is your recommender? Have you passed the assessment? Sir Knight, give me the documents first."

Her tone was gentle, and she obviously knew that Ian could be a patrol knight at his age. No matter what she thought, there was someone behind her.

Ian glanced at the document and found that he started from assisting the Ellen family to explore the South China Sea Great Labyrinth, until he defeated the spy organization of the Flying Flames on the alchemy train. It can be said that since the serious activities have been related to the empire, the above is all about it. There are records.

Even the attitude of the clerk in front of her changed very obviously. She took Ian to a separate soundproof booth: "Your name... ah, sure enough, it's already registered. Next is your signature here. , so the Imperial Capital headquarters will leave you a registered identity certificate..."

"Deputy Head!"

——Is it the custom of the patrolling knights that a group of people hide and peep?

"Don't dare, sir."

She panicked because she had never dealt with such an event on weekdays.