High Above

  Chapter 131 The one hundred and thirty chip that connects the nerves (33, thanks to the leader of the Holy Light Seekers!)

  Such a promise is enough, and Ian saw Elder Pude's dignified expression ease down.

   "The clan can no longer give you anything."

  When the young man heard it, the old man sighed and said, "You already have a heritage, and you also have the ability to see, and your strength is probably not inferior to mine. If it weren't for your age, you are now enough to walk on this land and make a living alone."

   "I can't restrain you. In the final analysis, the family has not given you much. For you, the future may still be a burden..."

   It’s not a misery, Elder Purdue thinks so sincerely—especially since he knows that Ian’s uncle for the past two years is likely to be that adult...

   "The same blood is the most basic interest, not to mention that we live together, and you, the elder, have spent decades twisting everyone into one rope."

   Shaking his head slightly, Ian also admired the old man in front of him very much.

Not to mention the cooperation between Elder Purdue and Viscount Grant, which confirmed the status of the White People in Port Harrison. He also used his personal authority to mediate many disputes among the White People, and established strict but not harsh family rules, so that the White People could follow the loose The family has become a family organization with considerable cohesion.

Bai Zhimin's shop has certain discounts for people of the same race, and you can go to the Elder's Hall for treatment if you have a minor injury or illness. If it is too serious, you will definitely have to charge money, but if it is just an ordinary diagnosis, you don't have to worry about the pharmacist deliberately explaining the disease to you. The weight is too heavy to defraud medical expenses.

  This kind of tacit mutual assistance, as well as the relatively friendly atmosphere within the clan, obviously cannot be done with words.

  Elder Pude must have put in a lot of effort back then, and even personally executed and dealt with many people to completely set the tone for this rule and atmosphere.

If Ian does it himself, the speed may not be faster, and the effect is unlikely to be better... Why would he give up a family with full potential, and he already has a certain status and authority, and he will be the default heir in the future? start?

  Elder Purdue said that it didn't help him much, and he referred to personal strength—and what Ian wanted was not personal strength.

  He wants to do...

"elder brother?"

  At this moment, Elan has also fully awakened.

  He opened his eyes, looked around, and then saw that Ian had come back, he couldn't help saying happily, and jumped off the chair: "I'm back!"

   "Yeah, I'm back."

  Opening his hand, Ian took a deep breath. He wanted to hug Elan, but he was hesitant when he realized that his clothes were covered with his half-melted blood.

  But Elan threw himself on him without hesitation: "I miss you!"

Without much force, it was soft and soft like a ball of cotton—and the blood on his face when he raised his head made Ian sigh: "Hey...forget it—Elder Purdue, here is a towel to wash your face ?"

"Have."

   After a lot of tossing, Ian bent down and wiped Elan's little face clean. During the process, the boy was always very obedient, but kept his eyes wide open, staring at Ian seriously.

   "It's time to go home."

  After wiping it clean, Ian got up and held Elan's hand.

   "Thank you elder for taking care of me." He bowed slightly to Elder Pude: "Recently, I may be busy... Viscount Grant, please prevaricate."

   "I will." The old man nodded, and he watched the two brothers holding hands, slowly walking out of the room and down the stairs.

   "Brother, where is uncle?"

   "Uncle... went to a far away place."

   "It's like, like before, it will take a long time before you come back?"

   "For much longer...may never come back."

"forever?"

   "Ah, I haven't taught you that word yet..."

   "Brother, you seem to be a little sad..."

   "It's just a pity."

   "..."

   Their voices gradually became lower and farther away. Pude watched their figures disappear downstairs and greeted the guards.

   They left the Elder's Hall and walked towards home.

  Leaving from the window, the elder sat back in his chair.

  He rubbed the bridge of his nose, lost in thought for a long time.

   “A prophet…a seer.”

He murmured to himself: "In the indigenous legends, there are often legends that the shaman who foresees the future guides the tribe. In the past, I thought it was a coincidence, or under the blessing of psychic plants, the strengthened shaman Full spiritual energy warning reminder."

"But two years ago, the aborigines predicted the coming of a big storm, and arranged just the right strategy... Now that I think about it, if it wasn't for Ian who was also a prophet and stopped the aborigines with that lord, I'm afraid Harrison Port would really be breached .”

  Since it has been confirmed that Ian is the prophet, all the coincidences and inexplicable things in the past can be explained instead.

   "Foresighted Futaba..."

  Opening his eyes, the eyes of the old man Bai Zhimin became solemn: "In any case, we have to consider how to obtain this 'indigenous sacred object'."

   "I didn't want to cause extra problems, but now that I think about it, this may be an opportunity to strengthen Ian's spiritual power and lead our family to regain glory."

  East of the city, home.

  When Ian took Elan home with a calm expression and closed the door, he knelt on the ground without warning, panting heavily.

"elder brother?!"

  Elan looked at Ian who had collapsed suddenly in surprise. He wanted to get up from supporting him, but his brother waved him away: "Don't come close... help me get a glass of water... no, a bucket of water."

  The little boy always listened to his brother, but this time he was a little hesitant, but in the end, seeing Ian's expression of enduring the pain, he left quickly and hurried to fetch water.

   "Ahem... What exactly is going on..."

  Seeing his brother leave, Ian turned completely sideways, lying on the ground, his muscles twitching slightly.

Breathing violently, from the time he talked with Elder Purdue just now, Ian felt waves of hot tremors coming from his heart, and then transmitted to every part of his nerves, bringing him a feeling of being scorched by flames. terrible pain.

  The ancient dragon core left to him by Hilliard releases a kind of warm heat, supporting the body that has not eaten food for a long time and has experienced fierce battles to move normally.

There is no problem with the core itself. Before Hilliard left, everything was perfect. The source quality of the same immovable fortified city and years of precepts and deeds made Ian soon able to roughly feel the integration into the process. My own body, the teacher's last legacy... The problem is indeed not at the core.

   but the nerve itself.

   "It's me... because of the nerve damaged by the soma kernel?!"

Soma fruit core is a high-concentration nerve-stimulating substance, which is more stimulating than the nerve-activating drugs of the previous star warriors. It is not addictive, and the price is the terrible side effects of the toxin—even Ian’s source seed, the sand armor Rock Core and Hilliard continued to detoxify and repair, but his nervous system still suffered extremely serious damage.

   But now, those damaged nerves have roughly returned to normal, and he only needs to wait for a month or two to repair and perceive abnormal days before he can return to a full state.

  But now, there is another force that is activating Ian's nerves, causing boundless pain.

   "Wait, do you mean..."

At this moment, for Ian, time seems to have been turned into frozen fragments. He opened his eyes wide, watching the brilliance of various rainbow colors pouring out of his body and spreading: "It's that chip... Teacher's. My lord, the legacy of the late emperor Inaiga..."

   "Is it connecting with my nerves?!"

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