High Above

  Chapter 120 The truth of the turmoil (24)

   "How is this possible... No, nothing is impossible..."

   Repeated in astonishment, the old man raised his head and looked at Ian. Elder Purdue himself didn't know how weird, how surprised, how scared and bewildered his expression was.

  He didn't even know what he was thinking, all his thoughts were surging like a tide, and then quickly calmed down.

   "No matter what I say, you're leaving, aren't you?"

  The old man who knew all the meaning of confessing stared at the young man in front of him. He said in a deep voice, "I can't stop you. You just want me to fulfill your will and achieve the future you want to see, right?"

"Yes."

  Ian responded without hesitation, without hesitation, and without worry that these words might anger the old man in front of him: "But, that is the future we want to see together."

   "What I can see is definitely not my future alone, elder, this is actually your will."

   "It's just that you don't know yet."

   Silence.

   "...then go." Letting out a long breath, Elder Purdue closed his eyes, then opened them again: "Prophets are all arrogant...I didn't expect even children to be like this."

  He stretched out his hand and took the dazed Elan from Ian.

   "Take this." When he took Elan's hand, he also handed the things around his waist to Ian.

  The young man looked down and couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

  Because what appeared in his hand was a heavy silver old-fashioned handgun.

   "It's useless for the second energy level." The old man said meaningless words: "But be careful."

   "I will, elder." Ian replied meaninglessly, he whispered: "I will be back."

"elder brother…"

  Elan spoke, and the boy grabbed the corner of the boy's clothes before Ian turned to leave.

  His voice made the young man who wanted to leave in silence sigh, and his indifferent expression loosened.

   "Elan, be obedient."

  He knelt down and comforted him softly: "I will follow Elder Pude later, you will not be in danger."

   "Brother, we want to go to the end of the world together."

  Elan said stubbornly, his crimson eyes met the boy's eyes with psionic halos: "You and uncle... promised me!"

"I will."

   Lowering his eyes, Ian said calmly. He put his head close to the boy's ear and said 'quietly': "Don't worry, the treasure my uncle gave me is on me. There will definitely be no problem this time."

   "Brother will not lie to you."

   Smiling and telling a lie, Ian could see that the purple psychic mark on Elan's head vibrated and flickered, transmitting all the sounds in the room.

  The scarlet mist on Elan's body gradually faded away.

   Standing up, he turned his head without hesitation, opened the door of the room, and left.

  The old man and the young child watched his back, and wanted to say something, but they didn't say a word in the end.

  Ian took all the equipment and props and walked towards the Sighing Cliff in the south of the city.

  He and Hilliard had agreed a long time ago that if something unexpected happened and the two sides separated at a time of crisis, they would gather at the Cliff of Sighs—there was also a good place for Ian to set up some traps and facilities.

  Because most of the defenses converged toward the east of the city, and the southwest was empty, the young man quickly circled out of the city, and then flew all the way towards the cliff.

  If sublimators want to run, their speed can easily exceed their theoretical physical limit.

Motivate the source quality, use the strengthened muscles, and use the optimized body structure as the support for your own strength... Every step can be more than ten meters away, even if it is vines and branches in the dense forest, facing an earth genus sublimation It is nothing more than a weak spider's silk to a tough body.

  Accompanied by the continuous sound of footsteps, the ground can only see deep potholes one by one, and a series of frightened birds, insects and ants.

   Don't worry about footprints, don't worry about traces, because the rain and fallen leaves brought by the storm will erase everything.

  Ian walked in the jungle like walking on the ground. After two years of Hilliard's highest-intensity training, he has long been able to leap easily in this complex environment, turning into a swift shadow in the forest.

  The heavy rain has been falling.

Chaotan Cliff is surrounded by tumbling dark clouds, the gust of wind carries surging water vapor, blows on the cliff, waterfall-like water flows on the surrounding sandy beaches, and the humid and warm sea fog and rain wash away the gap between the sky and the earth. everything.

  Opening the vision of prediction, Ian quickly found Hilliard.

  Just as the two agreed, the old man was sitting and resting in a pit at the bottom of the cliff, and the golden halo on his body was already very dim and shallow, almost white.

   "I brought a hemostatic drug, last time Breen apologized to me, the best stuff."

   Without any extra words, Ian came to the teacher's side, and took out a jar of light blue ointment exuding a faint fat fragrance from the package on his back.

"Um."

   Hilliard also showed the abdominal wound in cooperation. The old man's voice was a little weak, but his life was not in danger for the time being.

Ian treated the wound for the other party in silence. He first used the source matter to stop Hilliard's bleeding, then pulled out the bone blade, and then applied ointment to fill the **** wound on the abdomen—visible to the naked eye, the old man's wound was It is slowly healing, and within a few hours, at least half of the trauma will be healed.

   "Drink medicine."

  Ian took up a small bottle of light red potion again, which is a regeneration potion made from fertile soil leaves, which can accelerate the body's regeneration. If it is directly injected into blood vessels, it can also be used as a substitute for blood plasma.

  Actually, coconut water can also replace blood plasma, and regenerative medicine works better.

  Hilliard didn’t lose much blood, he was just weak. After drinking the regeneration potion, he gradually regained his strength. At least he could open his eyes and look at the solemn boy in front of him who was healing himself and pouring the potion.

   "What, did you lose?"

   Aware that his teacher was watching him, Ian also responded. He was taking out a hemp towel to dry the old man's face and hair: "It is said that you are not in good health recently, so you should take more rest."

   "If you rest, you won't be able to fight. Fortunately, one of his hands was cut off before, so that he can't run, otherwise I won't be able to get away."

  reached out his hand, rubbed the boy's hair, and Hilliard smiled wryly, "I'm still old, I never thought I'd never fought before... Hey, he's pretty good, why didn't I see that he was quite talented back then?"

   "If you can tell, he is already dead."

   Didn't care that his hair was messed up by the teacher, Ian pointed out this point calmly, Hilliard sighed, and changed the subject: "Has Elan settled down?"

   "Well, leave it to Elder Pude."

  Ian said lightly: "After all, the inheritance belongs to me, they can't find it."

  Hilliard blinked, and he quickly realized what Ian meant.

  —Yes, Wiggs’ psychic power can eavesdrop on the sound around the mark. If he fights the opponent and is stabbed by the opponent’s arm bone, he must have been hit.

   "Nonsense!"

  So, the next moment, he raised his voice: "I give you the inheritance for safekeeping, just to hope that it will not fall into the hands of others! You should give the treasure to Elan, and then send him away from Port Harrison—what are you doing with it!"

   "How can I give up my teacher?"

  Smiling slightly, Ian didn't say any lines.

   "I would be happier if you didn't come." Hilliard didn't say a line either.

  They said some words to confuse Wiggs along with the half-truth and half-false atmosphere, and they performed the whole trick.

   "What's going on?"

  After the play was over, Ian asked rather puzzled.

At this time, Hilliard's physical condition has stabilized a lot, but it is difficult to act due to lack of source quality and physical strength, so he asked the teacher about the cause of everything: "You said that Wiggs came for the truth about the dark moon turmoil... What is the truth?"

   "I still can't understand it so far. I can only describe what I saw and heard back then."

   After being silent for a while, the old man glanced sideways at the boy, and he said with complicated eyes: "As you guessed before, I am the knight of the late emperor Inaiga II."

   "And the Dark Moon turmoil was precisely the act of assassinating His Majesty by a group of rebels headed by Crown Prince Ambide."

  (end of this chapter)