High Above

  Chapter 130 The One Who Foresaw the Future (23)

   "Ian... wait, you're hurt?!"

  The moment the visitor entered, Elder Purdue wanted to stand up in astonishment—it was just that Elan, who had just woken up, was still in his arms, so he didn't really do so.

   "Alive."

  The boy said calmly, he doesn't look good at the moment.

  The clothes on the white-haired boy who just entered the door were soaked by the rainstorm, and there were many holes in the cuffs and trouser legs. He held a black long sword in his right hand, and there was blood under the shirt on his chest, which was tightly attached to the skin.

  Ian's long hair was not **** like before, but spread out, sticking to his face and neck. His bright pupils were somewhat dim, which was the obvious sequelae of excessive use of psychic power.

  However, compared to these embarrassing images, his demeanor was quite calm. At the same time, two Bai Zhimin guards also came to the door. They were a little confused and wanted to ask Elder Pu De for instructions.

No matter how much Ian is valued by Pude, he still seems to be injured, but this child is carrying a sword after all. Even they feel that even if Ian is given another sword, it is impossible to pose any threat to Elder Pude. But they must be conscientious.

   "Back off."

Elder Purdue nodded and signaled the guards to back down, and only after the sound of going downstairs came, he put Elan, who was still rubbing his eyes, on the chair, and strode up to Ian himself, wanting to Check his injuries.

   "It's okay, elder."

  Ian opened his hand and let the other party do what he said helplessly: "It's a little injury, but it's all healed."

   "It's all right, but the blood..."

Elder Purdue frowned. After checking, he found that Ian had no injuries—although the blood on his chest had turned into scabs, his clothes were not torn... He thought about it, but finally decided not to ask any questions. .

   There is no need to ask.

  If there is something that Ian needs to know by himself, then he will say, if he doesn't need to know, then it's best not to ask.

  He knows this better than anyone else—knowing what he shouldn't know will only have the most tragic consequences.

  Just like the old family, seek things that should not be sought, longing for impossible rewards.

   "Give it back to you, Elder Purdue."

   While the old man was thinking, Ian pulled out from his waist the silver pistol that the elder lent him when he left.

  He lowered his eyes and looked at the gun calmly: "I don't need it."

"Um?"

  Squinting his eyes, he took the pistol handed out by Ian. While examining it, Elder Purdue said slowly, "Ian, what does this mean?"

   "Elder, don't worry."

  The young man stopped, his tone was calm: "I know what you mean, and my answer is that everything is as I expected."

  Elder Pude checked the handgun, and he did not find any traces of being used—not a single bullet was missing, and the ignition inscription engraved on it was not worn out at all.

  Ian did not use his 'assistance' and returned successfully.

   Lifting his head, the old man looked at Ian.

  The young man said: "When I saw the future, I didn't have it."

   "It doesn't make sense, but I'll take it anyway."

   "...I see, forgive my temptation."

After being silent for a while, Elder Pude sighed, nodded and said: "For sublimators of the second energy level, even if they are seriously injured or comatose, an ordinary hand gun without the alchemy module can't cause effective damage. Lethal."

   "But no matter what, it can indeed bring certain advantages. If it is an ordinary person, even if it is meaningless, they will definitely use it a few times."

   "Ian, you are indeed a prophet...true."

  He finally admitted it from the bottom of his heart.

  Elder Purdue doesn’t believe that Ian is a prophet. Rather, he is the one who most hopes that Ian can really predict the future.

   But to what extent is the strength of predicting the future? Most of every psyker has some experience of prophetic dreams, and the premonition of danger is even more common.

  A psyker with little talent will always feel that he might be a prophet—but a true prophet is very different from a seer, the kind of premonition that psykers share.

But now, the old man can be sure that, at the very least, Ian is a true prophet who can see the trajectory of the future and even the obvious signs... When he sees the future, he does not have his own help, so when he acts later, he does not need help yourself.

   Ian wasn't lying.

   "It's yours."

   Without hesitation, Elder Pude handed the gun to Ian again: "Although it is useless, it is still a portable self-defense tool, which is better than ordinary swords."

  He looked sideways at the black long sword tightly held in Ian's right hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, then he shook his head and said, "Of course, it can't compare with the sword in your hand."

   Some hesitation, but in the end, Pudd still asked seriously: "Ian...the lord..."

"…he left."

   After taking the gun, the boy was silent for a moment, his tone was smooth and natural: "I won't come back again."

   "Yeah, he has been found, he should leave anyway."

Elder Purdue had no doubts about him. He let Ian sit on the guest sofa beside him, thinking: "Your injury...I declared to the public that it was a failure to condense the source seed, so I need to rest recently...No, I just said that I have been exercising recently. It's too hard, and my spiritual power is not smooth, so take care of my uncle by the way."

"As for your uncle, he said that it was a distortion attack and he needed to rest at home and not be disturbed by others. I had prepared the materials and the next treatment plan before, and I had sent his request for instructions to the pier, and the salary was issued as usual. After three months, he died of natural illness."

   Regarding Ian, Elder Purdue spoke slowly and cautiously, making decisions on the spot depending on the situation.

  As for the identity of 'Ossenna', his thoughts on how to deal with it are quite smooth, and he has obviously thought through it maturely.

   "You are a psychic, a talent for sublimation... If you can be his disciple and get that inheritance, I don't need to worry about it."

The old man frowned, and he was obviously very distressed: "But in this case, what about the inheritance of the Wavesinger? The inheritance of Viscount Grant is the 'Abyssal Lizard Whale', which is the upper bloodline of the fourth energy level. In his eyes, he can roughly sense the progress of any low-level water-type bloodline."

   "This is not a problem." Ian didn't care. "Before the second energy level, I can pretend to be a water attribute inheritance... After the second energy level, I will temporarily leave Harrison Port."

   Noticing Elder Pude's expression, the young man said with relief: "Don't worry, the existence and prosperity of the family is the foundation of my future plans."

   "Elder, don't talk about feelings, only talk about future interests, and I will not give up the people of Bai in Port Harrison."

  (end of this chapter)