High Above

  Chapter 13 Knights

  In scorching July, on a hot summer night, a crescent moon hangs high, but there are not many stars in the sky.

  The originally bright galaxy is now missing most of it, as if the vast sea of ​​stars is covered by a layer of dark mist.

   But a scorching wind came swiftly from the deserts of the Pyrotechnics, igniting this starless night.

  Because there is no starlight, the moonlight is brighter than ever, just like another sun.

  Under the moonlight, the man surrounded by the golden mist was tall and tall, with long gray hair. He was about forty or fifty years old, maybe even a little older.

  His cheeks were thin, his eye sockets were deep, and his old face was tired. It seemed that because he had wandered for too long, he had been soaked into the bone by wind and frost.

   But even so, he is as indestructible as a steel tower when standing.

  Ian saw that the other party just gently stretched out a hand and pressed it on the head of the still struggling aborigine hunter. As soon as it was twisted, the hunter who was still howling and screaming suddenly fell silent.

  The man who easily killed one person turned his head to look at Ossina's body, then turned his head to look at the white-haired boy.

  He is watching.

   At the same time, Ian was also observing the other party's clothes.

  A half-handed sword hangs on the man's waist. The blade is more than one meter long and has no edge. It is not so much a sword as a ruler, and the hilt has traces of wear and tear, which seems to be the inscription of the noble family.

  And he was wearing a navy blue cloak, which was tightly wrapped from head to toe, obviously for night travel, not a wandering knight or a forest hunter.

   Two people looking at each other look at each other.

   "Ahem..."

  —This is the real body of the golden mist?

   With a light cough, Ian will see the golden mist and realize 'this is my adventure? ’ Condensed in the joy, he was surprised: "I didn't expect it to be a living person..."

   "But maybe it's better that way."

  He collected himself and clenched the pitchfork in his hand. This series of actions was regarded by the knight as the shock of suddenly meeting him.

   "Take it easy, kid."

  So the man put his hands behind his back and took a step back, signaling that he was not malicious.

  At this moment, for the first time, instead of following behind him, he was face to face with Ian, carefully looking at this boy who repeatedly surprised him.

   Unexpectedly amazing.

   It’s not about other aspects, the surprise this time is very simple—the child in front of me is also very good-looking.

   "...how could there be such a beautiful child? It's just like the fairy in the lake in legend."

Slightly amazed, in the eyes of the old knight, Ian's appearance is good-looking, although he is still a child, he can already see the integrity of the future, it is very different from those noble children in the imperial capital with their faces and body with baby fat, but the immigrants from the south The district has insufficient resources, and the children living here will indeed be thinner and weaker.

  Of course, in terms of skin color, conversation, and behavior, Ian is not like a child from an ordinary fisherman and farmer's family.

  Thinking about it carefully, the white people in Port Harrison seem to have some impressions, is it the one that was exiled decades ago...

  Retracting his thoughts, the man retracted his gaze. This clean and simple child looked at him. Except for being a little surprised and nervous at first, most of the time his eyes were calm and his reactions were very orderly.

More than that.

  The old knight could still notice that this was an unusual boy from the Bai people, even his breathing was not disturbed.

  While he was looking at the other person, the boy was also staring at himself, scanning up and down, regardless of the tears on his clothes, the old bloodstains that couldn't be washed off, or the scars on his face and back of his hands, he was carefully observing and analyzing them.

  If I have to say it, it is like those grand masters of the Alchemist Academy, when considering the price of their own experimental materials, the eyes and expressions that are philistine but out of the world.

-very good.

  The old knight couldn't help laughing.

  —Quick and clear thinking, full of logic and planning, and based on the decisiveness and calmness of the aborigine hunter's stealth and counterattack just now, all qualities are top choices.

  So, the man nodded and said: "You did a good job. Whether it was the counterattack against the abusers at the beginning, or the choice of the area where the corpses were disposed of, the attack by Lin Leopard and the natives was impeccable."

  He praised: "It's really well done."

   "He knew from the beginning?"

   Startled, Ian recalled the golden flash he vaguely saw when he opened the window to observe the street before.

  He couldn't help but understand in his heart: "So that's it, that's it... Has he started observing since then?"

   But if this is the case, why didn't I see that golden light when I chose the West River and the official road?

"It should be that there are 'dangers' that I don't know about in those two directions, which are enough to hold back this kind old man and make the other party unable to take care of me—or in other words, the danger over there is not so dangerous that it is almost fatal. Because the other party has already helped me to block part of the disaster."

  Ian didn't think about it carefully. These are the minutiae, the most important thing is the flashing colors of the old knight.

  Gold, an opportunity of this level must be seized, and the other party has goodwill towards him and will help him.

  He should thank the other party for this alone.

  So, as the two looked at each other and there was a subtle silence, Ian took the initiative to say, "Thank you for your compliment."

   "Sir, you can call me Ian."

  The boy, who was at most eight or nine years old, nodded slightly, his voice was immature and clear, and he seemed very serious: "Thank you for your help before, may I ask your name?"

"name?"

  The old knight raised his brows, but he didn't realize that the other party was actually asking for his name.

   Is now the time to ask this? He shook his head slightly, and said with some amusement: "This is not the time to ask the name, don't you know?"

   "Of course I know." And Ian also smiled: "But without your help, sir, I'm afraid I will get hurt."

"I was cut on my right arm by an indigenous hunter's knife. How should I explain it to the doctor? It's so hot in July, and my wound is likely to be inflamed and festered. Will I survive under such weather and medical conditions? It's all unknown. .”

   "I want to thank you, so I need your name."

   "You are not an ordinary child."

Squinting his eyes, the old knight said firmly: "Your psychic ability should be mind reading, or emotional perception, danger prediction—you knew from the beginning that I had no malicious intentions, that's why you're so bold. No wonder you can discover that hidden technique Not bad native hunter."

   "However, don't trust your psychic power too much."

  At this moment, the man smiled, but soon his expression became indifferent and cold. The old knight took a step forward, as if he was about to reach out and grab Ian's neck: "I didn't have any malice before, but it doesn't mean I don't now."

  (end of this chapter)