Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 431: The words of the first emperor (1/3)
"You're smarter than I thought, and very sensible. Coutag (Mr. Ginbo) taught you, right? The outfit is very handsome, but I can see that you think it's more practical than beautiful The kind of person."
The Marquis of Barton clapped his hands, and a maid brought a document, and he signed it casually: "Listen, Little Grant recommends you with the quota left by his father. I didn't want to accept it originally, because his The kid doesn't have the temperament that a patrol knight should have, what good talents can he bring out? I deeply doubt it."
"Actually, if you want me to say it, the old Grant is just like that. Apart from being loyal and capable of fighting, his brain is indeed not very good, but who told me that I fought side by side with the old Grant back then? I am too embarrassed to refuse him son."
"You are a surprise, Ian."
Flying away, this frivolous document was sent straight to Ian, suspended in mid-air.
The young man lifted it carefully and slowly, and then gently removed it from the 'invisible wind pressure', without damaging the document.
The Marquis of Baton was thoughtful, and then smiled——he waved his hand to let the maid back down.
The second prepared file is no longer needed.
"I am already?"
The teenager glanced at the content and signature on the document, and Ian was really surprised: "There is no assessment? Or is it a test"
"As soon as you left Port Harrison, you captured the special warfare spies of Flamingo and exposed their biological warfare conspiracy."
The Marquis of Barton shook his head: "Afterwards, he killed the sharp-clawed tiger and protected the Golden Leaf Town. Then he exposed the conspiracy of Leanland - Rapoor is really stupid, he wants to ask me for help, will I not?" Help him? If you insist on cooperating with the people from the Institute of Intellectual Intelligence, you will be backlashed in the end."
"Especially his son is actually the Chosen One and he didn't report to me. What is he planning to do? He died of his own greed and concealment. He didn't regard himself as a Nanling noble at all, but as Imperial Man 1
Ian pretended not to hear this sentence, put down the file, and took a bite of bear meat.
"Your merits are completely sufficient. Go to the headquarters of the imperial capital to register, and you will be an official inspector knight apprentice. Of course, you will have to wait for you to become a third-level apprentice before becoming a full-time apprentice. It may not take more than ten years for you."
After scolding Baron Ryan for a while, the Marquis of Barton finally concluded: "The luck of the Grant family has always been good. When Bai Wu went to him, I said that their family was lucky, and now you .He will fulfill his father's wish."
"I will prepare a new set of armor and sword for you later, and then help me bring a document to the imperial capital. Now, continue to eat."
The general's tone cannot be denied, and the last sentence is the real point.
Ian narrowed his eyes slightly, he felt a sense of crisis—where did the Marquis get any documents that he needed a first energy level to send?
There must be some intention behind this.
But Ian is very clear that he has no right to refuse.
What's more, if it's as he guessed, then maybe it's really not a bad thing.
"Is it used as a bait? Is it to catch the ghost, or to catch other forces? That's why I have been testing my observation ability, so that I can confirm who it is?"
Smiling slightly in his heart, Ian showed a slight hesitation just right, and then said firmly: "I promise to complete the task, General."
The corners of the Marquis Barton's mouth curled up, and he nodded: "Very good. Then continue eating.
"Don't be disgusted, even Master Oak and the others can't eat these prey that I hunted with my own hands."
"His hands?" This surprised Ian, and the cup he was drinking tea was put down: "Did you hunt the prey with your own hands?"
"Of course."
The Marquis of Barton cut off a piece of grilled beef brisket with a pocket knife, and then took a big bite: "Do you think this table is extravagant?"
Ian took a look, the ingredients on the table are indeed rich in variety, all kinds of monster ingredients are dazzling, among other things, that plate of fresh fish fillets is made of the body of sea blue marlin, the source quality is pure Nourishing, non-distorting and extremely tasty.
Such a small plate of fish fillets is worth a year's work of ordinary people.
Luxury? If calculated in terms of money, the extravagant can hardly be more extravagant.
But what if, if these are all obtained by a sublime person from his usual self-entertainment "fun hunting" and the old man's favorite "fishing"
"That's really a home-cooked dish. It's even a bit shabby and frugal."
He murmured: "Third-level sublimators, eating these things is the same as children drinking honey water, just for taste"
"Good."
The old general continued to eat indifferently. He was like a black hole, constantly devouring the dishes on the table and being delivered by the maid: "Some people think that I eat too much, which is too wasteful, but these Stuff doesn't have anything to do with luxury."
"Look. This cow." He raised his hand and pointed to the brisket in front of him: "I went hunting in the mountains."
"Look at this bear's paw again, it is harmful to the townspeople. I saw it when I was walking, and ran to kill it."
"There is also this fish. To be honest, after fishing all afternoon, I was so angry that I almost went to the fish market to buy it, but I finally caught it."
The Marquis of Barton just showed off his prey to Ian: "As a nobleman, you should not ask for it from your subjects, but give it away."
"The first emperor once said, 'The sublime should not compete with the people for profit', I have always believed that this is the highest virtue of the nobility, far more than the slogans of 'guarding', 'humility', 'compassion' and pragmatic A lot—as long as we sublimated people don't keep thinking about taking the food in the people's homes and such insignificant Bison and Thaler, the world will be ten times more peaceful."
"Black King"
Ian said so, and then seemed to realize something, and changed his words: "The late emperor actually said such a thing? It sounds reasonable, but it is not practical"
"As a knight, read more books."
The Marquis of Barton squinted his eyes, stared at Ian, and then nodded slightly: "And it is indeed the case. The reason why Lapole failed in Ryan's leadership was precisely because he was too involved with ordinary people—— He wants to ask me for the help of cloning equipment and psykers to help transfer the soul of his chosen child into a new body, how can I not help him?"
"I will help him with great fanfare and make this matter a sensation in the entire empire. He will become the father of the dead and resurrected, and I will also gain great fame."
"It's a pity." The old general sighed: "He doesn't do this. Not only that, but he also has to make some boring calculations about Lapole and those people in the Institute of Intellectual Intelligence. The structure is too small."
"I don't understand"
There was a chill down his spine, and Ian didn't dare to answer this sentence.
He can see that the Marquis of Barton looks like a dead-headed soldier on the surface, but in fact there are three traps in one sentence.
If he dares to respond, everything will be exposed!
Why is this person so good at talking? And he suspected that he and the head of the Gnosis Institute were related to Baron Ryan's death? How did you guess this?
Ian was a little confused about this question, because the Marquis of Barton's guess was completely illogical, and his actions would never be exposed according to general thinking.
However, he could know from the reaction of Frost Butterfly in his alchemy pocket at his waist that even if he was really exposed, at most he would only lower the impression of the Marquis of Barton, and nothing bad would really happen.
- Odd.
—By the way, why did he tell me about noble virtues, I'm obviously just a knight, right?
This kind of subtle, unclear and even confusing atmosphere makes the young man feel quite bad.
But on the surface, he still pretended to be a normal knight, staring at the old general in front of him with a cautious, confused and puzzled expression.
"Actually, the same is true for Little Grant."
The Marquis of Barton looked at Ian, his eyes were bright and sharp, as if he wanted to see through Ian's heart: "If he really wants to develop the maze to benefit himself and his subjects—then He will firmly hold your good card of 'Maze Lord' instead of throwing you in front of me."
"Unless this is a tactful show of weakness, but I don't think Little Grant has this ability."