Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 64: Viscount Grant
At the first moment, Ian's eyes focused on Viscount Grant who was located in the center of the study.
This dark brown-haired aristocrat is fifty-eight years old this year, but his skin is smooth, his eyes are bright, without any wrinkles or aging, and there are ripples in the light blue eyes like water waves. This is the Grant family Inheriting the power of the bloodline 'Abyssal Lizard Whale', this viscount can control the water in his body and surroundings, which can not only delay aging, but also use it to fight against the enemy.
"You are Ian."
Looking at Elder Purdue, the Viscount nodded slightly. After he had calmed down, he looked at Ian with interest, and then showed appreciation: "Yes, very beautiful child. Show you your spiritual power .”
Ian didn't say much, he opened the vision horizon, and a burst of light blue fluorescence lit up in his eyes.
Noticing this, Viscount Grant's expression moved slightly: "So fast? The control is quite good, did you really wake up a few days ago?"
Because they looked at each other face to face, he was mentally prepared, and he also felt that there seemed to be a vague sense of prying eyes on him, so he couldn't help nodding: "Sure enough, it's the psychic power of the observation system. It's very good."
Without combat-type psychic powers, it is impossible to have force too early. In the case of being stuck with advanced materials and inheritance, it is impossible for observation-type psykers to pose a slight threat to his authority.
But on the other hand, the psychic powers of the Observation System are the favorite assistants of all powerhouses, and the early warnings and reminders they bring can always benefit a team a lot.
"It's a pity that I am too young to start practicing now."
Turning his head, Viscount Grant said: "Pude, I will hand over the inheritance to you, and you will be responsible for choosing the time to teach."
He looked at Ian again, smiled and said: "Ian, don't forget that you are a citizen of the empire. If Elder Pude can't continue to teach you in the future, you can come to me for inquiries."
So saying, he put it on the table, picked up a brass pocket watch that he had prepared a long time ago: "A little gift, as a congratulation for the first naturally awakened psyker in Port Harrison. In the future Only by making more contributions to the empire can we live up to the grace of nurturing and shelter.”
The brass pocket watch handed out bears the coat of arms of a giant beast. It looks like a giant whale, but its body surface has strong scales and raised crystals, embellished with colored quartz.
——Good guy, this is a favor to steal people, to take the lead.
Ian noticed Elder Pude's expression was a bit strange from the corner of his eye, and he understood what was going on in an instant.
Everything else is trivial, emphasizing that the empire ignores the people of Bai. Most importantly, the viscount only gave the most basic part of the practice steps, and firmly grasped the subsequent inheritance in his own hands.
Generally speaking, ordinary people have to wait until after puberty to start sublimation practice, and when they have reached the initial stage, condensed the source seeds, and started to perfect the true shape of the blood, they should be at least twenty years old.
At that time, if Ian wanted to go further, he had to go to Viscount Grant to apply for an inquiry. Ian was about 20 years old, and Elder Purdue was old. New Core for the White People of Port Harrison.
But unlike Elder Purdue, he must be closely attached to Viscount Grant in order to go further on the road of sublimation and gain strength.
In this way, in more than ten years, the Bai Zhimin in Port Harrison will completely become the viscount's personal force.
This matter is not good or bad. In the empire, no matter how many people want to be recruited and annexed, they are not worthy.
The problem is that Ian noticed that Elder Pude's strange expression was not the helplessness of being forced to swallow the bitter fruit of conspiracy, but a hint of unexpected joy.
Ian didn't understand why at first, but when he thanked obediently and reached out to pick up the brass pocket watch from Viscount Grant, the boy suddenly understood.
"Viscount Grant gave the inheritance to the people of Bai?"
Slightly startled, Ian has now figured out what the deal between the two old guys is about: "The white people in Harrison Port are exiles, deprived of all sublimation inheritance, and have nothing - Pud The elder is an exception, but he also has no way to pass on his bloodline to other white people who don't have corresponding bloodlines."
"But this time it's different. At the cost of my attachment to the people of Bai in the future, Elder Purdue once again let the people of Bai get their own inheritance from Viscount Grant!"
"Although it is only the most basic inheritance, it is also the root of sublimation and extraordinary power!"
Viscount Grant entrusted the inheritance to Elder Purdue, theoretically speaking, he can only teach it to Ian, but how is this possible?
As long as a suitable embryo appears, let alone Pude, even Ian will try to let the other party learn from it and strengthen the strength of his own race.
In this ancient feudal era, it is superfluous to talk about any ideology. The same blood itself is the greatest cohesion, even in the advanced future.
Compared to inheritance, being attached to nobles is not a price at all, but a benefit at all.
"My good fellow, from this point of view, the people of Bai took advantage - Viscount Grant is actually quite generous!"
Everything has been figured out, Ian is very polite and well-behaved on the surface.
He pretended to be very grateful, thanked the Lord Viscount for the gift, and praised the majesty and ability of the Viscount Grant, as well as the swift instructions last night, so that the panicked refugees did not cause any disturbance when they entered the city.
He recalled the well-organized and well-trained knights when he returned to the city, half pretending, half sincerely praising.
——The other party does have real materials.
"Haha, that's an exaggeration."
The eight-year-old boy's praise from the heart, even the Viscount Grant, is quite useful. In fact, he has always felt that he is quite capable and means, but because of the neglect of the imperial capital and political reasons, it is meaningless .
And now, there is just the right time to show it off, and if someone praises it, he will naturally be happy physically and mentally.
"Go."
Nodding in satisfaction, Viscount Grant registered Ian's name on the list of 'Legal Sublimators of Port Harrison'. A very important part of the empire's strategic data.
Since then, Ian has been an officially registered legal sublimator-although he is still young, but in the future he will be successful in practice, and he will receive preferential treatment in various places, reducing the trouble of many pass passes, and there will be many The young caravan wants to put itself under his name.
Viscount Grant was very busy. After registration, he exchanged with Elder Pudd for a while about the coordination and preparations of the artillery unit, and then he saw off the guests.
Following the guidance of the maid, he left the mansion and came to the street. He was obviously relieved. Elder Pude, who was smiling all over his face, reached out and patted Ian on the shoulder.
"How?"
He asked in a low voice: "Little Ian, what do you think of Viscount Grant?"
"Yeah"
Ian pondered for a moment, then frowned, and said seriously: "If I were older, he would definitely attack me."
"This old pervert's eyes are too direct, I can't bear it."
The old man stopped, showing a startled expression, hesitant to speak.
After a while, Elder Purdue shook his head and said with a dumbfounded smile: "Indeed, Viscount Grant does not discriminate between men and women, but you brat, you think too soon!"
"When I was holding the pocket watch just now, he still pinched my hand!"
Ian was also half joking. He could tell that Viscount Grant really admired his appearance, but he wouldn't be so explicit.
If you have to say it, even if Mr. Viscount really desires, he probably has a feeling for his psychic power.
This is a man whose desire for power and power is much higher than his **** for flesh, and he is a serious model of an imperial aristocrat.
"Viscount Grant may not be a good man, a good nobleman, but he does have great ambitions, courage and determination."
Personally took Ian on the way home, Elder Pude said slowly: "What he gave to you and me is the true form of the 'Wavesinger', a lower-level true form inheritance of the water attribute. The power is not strong, and the potential is limited."
"But even so, this is extremely precious, something we can no longer have."
Elder Purdue was silent for a while, and Ian also did not speak, and the two of them fell into silence.
After a while, the old man sighed softly: "Our white people are the descendants of criminals who committed a big mistake in the past and were exiled here."
"The exiled people who lost their inheritance, strength and patrons should have slowly died out, but only because I still retained some skills that have nothing to do with the white people and originated from my dwarf blood, so that I can continue to protect me after exile family."
"Huh."
Although Ian has long guessed why there is such a sublime as Elder Purdue among the exiles of the White People, the reason why the White People have a special status in Port Harrison should also be because the other party has a unique skills.
But when he looked at the old man's hand, he didn't find any calluses similar to those of a blacksmith, so he felt puzzled: "It doesn't look like it"
"Dwarves don't only have blacksmiths. It's been 766 years on Terra, so we can't still have this ancient prejudice."
Noticing Ian's gaze, Elder Purdue smiled: "What I am good at is actually alchemy and inscriptions, that is, the ancient dwarven runes. This is why I can become the assistant of the Viscount."
"You are very smart, Ian, much smarter than I thought."
After pondering for a moment, the old man shook his beard. He made up his mind and said, "So, starting tomorrow, every afternoon, I will hold classes for those blacksmiths and alchemists in Port Harrison, and select those who have the potential to teach inscription skills." /
"You also come to attend the lecture, as much as you can understand. Anyway, you start from scratch, you should be able to keep up."
Elder Purdue's words did not mean to refuse at all, and Ian did not intend to refuse.
Can you learn alchemy and inscriptions in Terra? He couldn't say he wasn't interested, he could only say that he was elated.
It's just that Ian thought of his culture class taught by Hilliard every night, and his afternoon inscription class starting tomorrow.
He couldn't help feeling a trace of doubt and familiarity.
"Why am I reincarnated in another world"
"Do you still have to study every day for research?"