High Above

  Chapter 103 Monitoring Psionics (110)

  Elan is in his room, carefully observing the few small potted plants.

   is different from ordinary people. If ordinary people can only see the most outward-looking flowers, leaves and branches when looking at vegetation, then the boy can see a kind of vitality that is slowly blooming.

  Maybe it's talent, maybe it's the characteristics of elves, the young child with purple eyes can clearly perceive those slight pulses, trickling vitality, and the subtle connection between them and the world.

  Every time the roots absorb water, every time the leaves breathe air, every time the leaves grow and stretch, it is a whisper of life overflowing, and a long song sung in a low voice.

   "~~~"

   Singing a cappella along with the 'rhythm' I heard, Elan's tune was surprisingly still listenable, with a wonderful charm.

   Perhaps this gift of hearing the rhythm of life is why there are so many bards and artists among the elves.

   And Ian stood quietly behind Elan, frowning and thinking about some questions.

  Just now, he used the vision vision to see the **** mist flowing from his brother.

   Just like two years ago, every time they encountered danger.

   "The blood-colored mist is not too thick, but it is dangerous enough. It is only shallower than the aborigines' invasion of Port Harrison."

   That's what he said, but Ian is also very clear that Elan is not like two years ago when he grows up so much, and he is almost completely bound to his own destiny.

   What's more, even if it is completely bound, he is fine, but what happened to the younger brother is like the original shaman stealing the house.

  However, under the protection of him and Mr. Hilliard, Elan can still have such a thick blood mist on his body, which is enough to show the seriousness of the matter.

   And, most importantly, that purple mist...

  Ian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he carefully observed the dense breath above Elan's head.

  Everyone's mist is different.

  The rotating speed of the mist, the diffuse shape, and the lines that appear and disappear on it can all represent different characteristics of a person.

Ian has only seen three purple mist, one is Viscount Grant, the other is Swamp Crocodile, and the third is Huaiguang Bishop Lorisson—Of course, the etheric armed 'Zhenglan' is also purple, but that is The purple equipment is subtly different from the mist on people.

  The smell of humans and equipment is invisible to ordinary people, but he can recognize it at a glance, so it is not included.

  The fog trail that appeared above Elan's head, like a handprint, was obviously left over from a brand new purple biological object.

   And judging by its color depth and calmness...

   "Stronger than the Viscount Grant and the Great Shaman, and on par with His Excellency the Bishop—isn't this the peak of the second energy level!"

   It may sound trite, but it is true.

  The gap between each level of the same level is also very different. A sublimator who has mastered all his sublimation organs and abilities is naturally different from an ordinary sublimator who has just advanced.

   After all, the energy level only describes the characteristics of each stage of the sublimator. The second energy level is a tank, which can crush the cavalry of the first energy level, but it does not mean that there are no advantages and disadvantages between tanks!

  Viscount Grant may be very powerful in combat, and his hiding his clumsiness for many years does not mean that he has not worked hard secretly, but in general, it is impossible to surpass the ascetic Bishop Lorisson who has been a monk for decades.

   Without using ether armament, it is basically impossible for Viscount Grant to defeat the opponent.

  The purple mist that appeared above Elan's head was of such a level.

   "It's not so much that I didn't break through to the third energy level, but rather that I took the initiative to maintain myself at the second energy level...or I was stuck in the inheritance and couldn't break through."

  Crossing his arms across his chest, Ian was really distressed.

   Obviously, he has seen that the unknown strong man has already contacted his younger brother.

  If he asked his brother directly, he would undoubtedly know some clues. After all, Elan never hid anything from him, and his memory was quite good.

   But therein lies the problem.

   "This purple mist is a kind of spiritual energy."

From the beginning to the end, he didn't try to touch or expel the psychic trace. Ian narrowed his eyes and restrained the aura in his eyes: "According to observation, this psychic trace will only work when there is a sound. "

   "When Elan hummed his own ditty, it fluctuated all the time, but when Elan kept silent and observed Xiaocao carefully, it became silent."

   "This is a kind of long-range reconnaissance, the spiritual ability of monitoring—maybe it also has a little monitoring ability? But that shouldn't be, the difference in difficulty between monitoring and monitoring is too big, and the possibility is small."

   "Definitely not Aboriginal, but who? And why?"

  Ian is not arrogant, nor does he feel that he is the center of the universe.

   But if he thinks that the monitoring psionic ability is not aimed at himself or Mr. Hilliard, then he is really mentally handicapped.

This psychic power is not harmful to Elan, it is just a sounding board, so Ian is not in a hurry, but thinks it can be used as a fuss: "When the teacher comes home, I have to tell him that this situation is not right. We You have to pretend to be normal... at least pretend to be a normal family."

  "The other party doesn't know that I already know about his snooping, this is what can be used."

  Ian's psychic power, in the eyes of most Harrison Harbor people, including Viscount Grant, is a strange observation and identification vision.

  Ian can easily see those seemingly ordinary extraordinary things, and also has a certain degree of general night vision and perspective capabilities.

   Such abilities are very popular. Even Viscount Grant and the pharmacy will occasionally bring some minerals and medicines that they are not sure about. I hope Ian can help identify the pros and cons.

   And Ian will agree, and show the ability within their cognitive range.

  This is already strong enough—even Viscount Grant wants to support Ian in opening an appraisal shop. He can provide houses and early resources for free, and all Ian needs to do is to help him appraise some confidential things for free.

  Of course, this is just an idea, after all, Ian is only ten years old now.

  Everyone felt that Ian's spiritual power was already very strong, even exaggerated.

  They were right.

  Ian's spiritual power is indeed not as strong as they imagined.

  —Because Ian's spiritual power is much stronger than they imagined!

  Not to mention them, even Hilliard and Ian themselves are not quite sure about the limit of the ability to predict the horizon itself, but anyway, it is much stronger than everyone knows, and the prophets of the major churches cannot match it.

  This poor information is the key to Ian's investigation of the truth.

"Ugh."

  Heaved a long sigh in his heart, Ian's expression gradually calmed down: "We always have to face it."

  He knows that a peaceful life in this world is a complete luxury. He has enjoyed a stable time for nearly two years, and now he is just facing the reality of this world again.

  In the face of danger, he is not worried, but rather looking forward to it.

  It's just now... a few hidden dangers need to be solved first, and a few patches should be applied.

   "Elam."

  After thinking about it, Ian said: "Uncle went out to have dinner with friends today, and he probably will come back very late, just the two of us."

"What do you want to eat?"

   "Want to eat, berry stew!"

  Hearing the food, Elland's eyes lit up, and he turned around and cheered, "Brother, good!"

   “Don’t use redundancies.”

With a straight face, Ian stretched out his hand to hold Elan's head, otherwise he would definitely hit him head-on again—the little boy at this age is really unbelievably energetic: "Also, remember to wash your hands later, don't play with it. All day long the ants' hands eat."

"Mmm Good!"

The other side.

  The coast of Port Harrison, the deserted coast.

  The knight in black armor closed his eyes. He sat on the rock, put one hand on his ear, and listened quietly to the voices coming from all directions.

  (end of this chapter)