High Above

  Chapter 110 The Apostate (810)

   "Good feeling..."

Looking around, Ian said softly, his eyes seemed to sweep over the surrounding objects and seats with substance: "These cracks, weak places, and moths wriggling in the wood are so clear... "

   "The colors are layered, and you can even see the specific details, just like seeing the totem knife on Elan back then... Is this the result of my spiritual power strengthening?"

  Since the enemy's psychic power can feed back information through sound, it proves that his psychic power must have some connection with his body.

  I couldn't see the invisible connection before, but now, Ian feels that he can see it clearly.

   Even, spying in reverse, seeing the location of the other party!

   Shut up, the boy shook his head, he stepped forward and opened Elan's room.

Elan was watching with relish the two beetles fighting on the window sill at the moment. It was some kind of ladybug-like bug that nested in the crevices of wood and stones. The boy noticed the movement behind him. He turned his head and saw himself Brother with bright eyes.

"elder brother?"

   Elan spoke in doubt and made a sound.

  So, the purple psychic seal on top of the boy's head was triggered, activated.

   And then... vibration transmission!

  At this moment, Ian opened his eyes wide. After taking the perception potion and his spiritual perception has also been improved, he clearly saw that the dark purple mist that was originally blurred suddenly extended after a burst of flickering!

  It’s like a spider’s thread—a blurred, illusory strip of light that turns into a hazy line of mist, leading straight to the far end of the sky!

   Not only that, in the whole city, there are thousands of silk threads that are extending and shaking.

  The entire Port of Harrison... It was as if it was covered by a purple spider web, and in an instant, countless voices were transmitted!

"Saw!"

   Immediately closed the door under Elan's puzzled eyes. Ian turned his head and whispered to Hilliard who followed him to the door: "He's in the west of the city... No, it's farther away. He's already out of the city!"

   "Teacher, he is now located in the aboriginal gathering place in the redwood forest, probably around the purple leaf forest..."

  Although he couldn't directly see the opponent's location, with the powerful sensing power of the foreseeing vision, Ian could be very responsibly sure that the opponent was in the direction he pointed out!

  —Om.

   And at this moment, with a bang, Hilliard, who was standing in front of Ian with a serious face, disappeared.

"what…"

   The pupils are dilated. Even with the dynamic vision enhanced by Ian's first level of sublimation and perception medicine, he can't see exactly when the old knight disappeared.

  The only things that can be seen and sensed are the opened door, and the curtains and clothes that are still blowing.

  Warm June breezes blow in the house, bringing a humid coastal air.

   "...How strong is the teacher at the beginning? And it should be just to monitor, right? If we really want to kill that knight, we have to wait for us to prepare a trap..."

   Blinking his eyes, he was able to realize what was going on. Ian let out a breath and shook his head in surprise or helplessness: "Forget it, it's also my promise to the teacher, but it's too urgent."

  The boy knew very well that the dispatch of the old knight was inevitable.

  After all... Hilliard was the loser of the Dark Moon riots decades ago, from a prominent and well-known strongman to an anonymous wanted criminal.

  Everything about him will be cleaned, tampered with, and completely erased.

  Since this is the case, why did his apprentice survive and continue to work as a "watchman knight" who is theoretically an "emperor's confidant"?

   Being a knight, at least, consider yourself a knight.

  Hilliard, it is absolutely impossible to tolerate his past disciples, even if he has only taught for a short time, a "traitor" appears!

  Thinking of this, Ian shook his head slightly, this is not something he can stop.

   "Brother, what happened just now?"

   At the same time, the door was opened, and Elan poked his head out suspiciously, looked left and right, and asked puzzledly, "The door, why, is it open?"

   "...It's okay, I didn't close the door tightly just now, and a gust of wind blew the door open."

   After a moment of silence, Ian leaned over and hugged Elan. He smiled calmly and said, "It might rain this afternoon, so don't go out."

   "Brother will go outside and bring you some novel plants. Maybe it's a sublimation plant?"

"Great!"

  Blinking his eyes, Elan, who didn't understand what was going on, immediately let go of his previous doubts after hearing Ian's promise, and cheered happily: "Brother, it's the best!"

The other side.

   "...Viscount Grant has granted me authority, and I can command everyone except his trusted knights—you scouts are naturally within the scope of my command."

  In the hidden forest camp in the Purple Leaf Forest, Weggs frowned and looked around at the restless and pale scouts in front of him.

He clapped his hands and comforted him patiently: "Don't worry, I'm not asking you to be cannon fodder... If you really do this, Viscount Grant will report me to the Knights. How can I not understand the importance of the intelligence network? "

   "All I want is for you to lead me into the rear of the natives, and then you can retreat. I will do the tongue-grabbing and interrogation in the back, and I promise not to be discovered."

  The seven scouts present looked at each other in blank dismay. They received a secret post belonging to Viscount Grant, and rushed from various places to gather at the safe camp here, but found that the person who came was an imperial envoy, a patrolling knight.

   This is not surprising, the empire, it is normal to send a few masters down from time to time.

  The black-haired knight has a handsome appearance, gentle speech, and a very kind tone. He is much more reasonable than those hard-to-talk masters, and he is obviously an expert in intelligence work.

   But even so, the seven scouts were still cowardly and dare not speak.

   "Why, are you all so timid? Are the scouts in Southern Border so courageous?"

  Weggs narrowed his eyes and noticed the unnaturalness of these scouts. He casually clicked on one: "Tell me, what are the names of the tribes enshrining the four major totem masters, and where are they located?"

   "Ah, Me?"

The scout who was named looked quite young, he seemed to be just in his twenties, he looked around his colleagues on both sides helplessly, and then under the gaze of all his colleagues, he stammered and said: "Actually... uh, the Sequoia native said it was four The big totem actually has five totem masters..."

"And there are only two of the four major tribes that are worthy of the name. The Mist Nest tribe has declined and still lives in the miasma forest. After the Shanchao tribe merged with the Linhai tribe, they are currently the co-owners of the Big Redwood Forest and live in the ancestral land of Elephant Bone. Shan... Only the Tenglan tribe can resist the power of the Shanchao tribe a little bit, and now they are nomadic, fishing and hunting along the west coast..."

   "Tenglan Department, right... The name is really simple and straightforward, saving me the trouble of identifying it. Well, that's it."

Thinking of the two giant eels that might be blocked by the instructor, the black-haired knight nodded in satisfaction after hearing the information he wanted, and said, "Isn't this well known? Pick two who are familiar with the path, and take me to the west coast to catch one." Tongue, I'll take credit for you."

  All the scouts raised their heads and looked at him with astonishment, but none of them dared to respond to his words.

"how?"

   Noticing that no one responded, Wiggs raised his brows. He didn't use his spiritual power, nor was he angry at the other party's silence.

So he pretended to be the most normal master and angrily said: "You bumpkins are still afraid? Don't worry, I am a second-level elite knight with a title. Even if you native tribes in the countryside are called It is impossible for the totem spirit to block me!"

   "And what if you are really dead, I won't give you a pension? If you don't obey, I can execute you on the spot in the name of patrolling knights!"

   "No, no, sir..."

Immediately, one of the oldest scouts knelt down tremblingly and prostrated, "It's just... what information do you want? We are all old people here. Is it possible that we can tell you without scratching our tongues?" want to know..."

  —Sure enough, there is a secret.

  Nodding thoughtfully, Wiggs already had the answer in his mind, but he still threatened: "What I want to check is the real royal secret, and it has nothing to do with all the information in these small places like you!"

   "Don't talk nonsense, take me, this is an order!"

Undoubtedly, for these ordinary-born scouts, Wiggs' status as a patrolling knight and background of the royal party is indeed enough to make them tremble - but even so, it would be better to say that after such a threat, these scouts All of them dared not speak anymore.

  The dark-haired knight nodded slightly. He had already guessed the answer, but he was not sure yet.

  Therefore, a pale white fluorescence glowed in his dark green eyes... the fluorescent light like a spider's thread shone directly into the eyes of a scout with a look of fear.

  Voice... the voice of the heart is echoing.

  Listen carefully... Then, Wiggs laughed angrily.

   "I couldn't believe it."

  The twilight faded, and the psychic power ended. The knight shook his head in disbelief, raised his hand, and pointed at the scouts who dared not move: "Is Viscount Emotional Grant really colluding with the natives?!"

  All the scouts raised their heads in astonishment.

  —They didn't say a single word, how could this master knight from the imperial capital guess everything? !

  (end of this chapter)