High Above

  Chapter 333 How come I don’t know anything? (13)

   "Stomach cancer?"

  The next morning, in the elder's office.

  Elder Purdue, who was going to talk to Ian about what he saw in the maze, frowned: "The prophet can even see this, did he predict my death?"

  As an old man, it is still somewhat taboo to speak out about his own death, but knowing the reason is better than not knowing what is coming.

   I didn't mean to disbelieve Ian, mainly because Elder Pude didn't expect that he was already suffering from such a serious illness.

  The sublimated person closed his eyes, activated the inner vision of the source seed, and sensed it: "Well, there is nothing abnormal...my stomach is quite normal, wait, there is a small polyp here?"

It is generally difficult for sublimators to suffer from the diseases that ordinary people have. Among other things, their body temperature can exceed 50 degrees when they run the source quality. The sublimators with fire-type source quality can even briefly exceed Baidu at the first energy level. And raise your own source quality to a higher temperature, so that you can burn the enemy into coke.

  Most of the bacterial viruses and parasites in the general sense cannot withstand this level of high temperature. Even special new parasites like brain-eating worms will quickly lose their activity under the erosion of source matter.

  Cancer is no exception.

Unless the sublimator himself has signs of distortion, otherwise, a healthy sublimator, even if he accidentally encounters a large amount of radiation or takes various highly toxic carcinogens, causing various problems in the body, at most he only needs to recuperate It will recover in two or three years.

  But Elder Pude died of stomach cancer in the future of the hive. Ian felt that this must not be a simple cancer problem.

   "This should be related to some kind of distortion. It should not be underestimated. With the elders, you have at least 20 or 30 years to live."

Sitting opposite the elder's desk, Ian calmly said that he was writing a labyrinth report to be handed over to Viscount Grant, but he didn't stop talking: "My suggestion, go to the Bishop of White Mist to ask about the situation, song Master Sai should also have related potions, I will go to them and ask them later."

   "And it's just right. Ask Bishop Baiwu if he wants to accept disciples. It's really not good. It's okay to help teach Elan's sublimation skills."

   Putting down the pen, Ian glanced at the report in his hand, then nodded in satisfaction, and handed it to Elder Pudd.

  He watched the old man carefully read the 'information he could know', and then slowly said: "After all, you know, elder, after this mission is over, I may not be able to stay in Port Harrison for a while."

   "Bishop Bishop? If you really helped him, it's not a problem to help him with his sublimation skills, but they are very concerned about talent and compatibility. If it's not suitable, teaching is useless."

Elder Purdue didn’t think it was a whimsical idea, but he was afraid that Ian would be disappointed, so he reminded: “I will visit Bishop Baiwu later and thank him for taking care of you in the maze and along the way. My illness and things Elam learned."

   "If the other party says yes, then it's not a problem."

   "As for the rest...it does."

  He squinted his eyes and read the report written by Ian.

  The old man looked sideways at the young man, and said in a deep voice: "If you really become the so-called master of the labyrinth...if you want to show your 'identity' to the Viscount and us, then you are the master of the labyrinth."

   "According to Ayers' personality and the current situation, you will never be allowed to stay in Port Harrison."

   "Getting you out as a knight and giving you a mission to travel abroad for a few years will be his only choice."

   "Indeed." Ian nodded slightly, he got up, and was about to leave the elder hall: "By the way, elder, I'm going to talk to Master Gosai and Isengard about related matters at noon, and I won't be back for dinner at noon."

"You decide."

  Elder Pude stroked his beard. He was still thinking about why his stomach would be distorted. He frowned: "It's strange. I eat three meals a day regularly, and my work and rest are healthy. How could I have stomach problems..."

"Oh, right."

  The old man raised his head and looked at Ian who was about to leave: "What's the situation with Elan, why are you sleeping with you, there are teeth marks on the quilt?"

   "He said he dreamed that he became a dragon." Ian thought for a while, and said a half-truth: "It must be hungry."

   "It's time to grow your body." Elder Purdue had no doubts about him.

After a while.

   Viscount Grant, who smelled of gunpowder, returned to his mansion wearily.

  With the return of Master Goser and Isengard, the fleets of other forces also know that they probably have no chance or excuse to try to break into the maze.

   If you continue to wear it down, and there are no other excuses, what will happen is a real regional war.

  Carrying out such an action without the instruction of a higher level is the most serious act alone. Even if the battle is really won, the fate of the fleet chief is doomed to be bad.

  After the four sides confronted each other all night, taking advantage of the surge caused by a gust of wind, the fleet on the high seas quietly disappeared.

  If it was just that, it wouldn't make the Viscount so tired...

   What really made him tired was that his coastal guards noticed another change in the native Tenglan tribe.

  A group of aboriginal fishermen claimed that they were robbed by the imperials and wanted an explanation, so they came to Port Harrison to protest.

  But because of the attack by the great indigenous shaman a few days ago, all these Tenglan natives who came to protest were imprisoned, but the Yam knight felt something was wrong from these people, and asked them in detail.

   Soon, they found a group of Imperials and Canaanite Moorish elves who had robbed the native fishermen's boats and were now confronting the Tenglan natives along the coast of the redwood forest.

   It was the Qingchao Exploration Fleet and the elf pirates.

   I have to say that Qing Chao and others are indeed lucky.

They snatched the natives' boats and drove back to the coast, but they were not noticed by the fleets in Flame Land and other regions. Even if they were noticed, they probably thought they were local natives and didn't pay much attention to them. This high seas standoff is set to last another week or two.

Because the ships that Qing Chao and others snatched were tribal ships that usually cooperate closely with Harrison Port, Viscount Grant did not take much effort to fish them out, and by the way, he also announced in the Sequoia Forest that the Flying Land fleet had been captured. Expulsion, if those natives who cooperated with Feiyandi confessed now, they could let the past go, but if they continued to go their own way, they would surely be destroyed.

   After finishing these things, he returned to his mansion exhausted.

   Then, I received a report written by Ian.

   "It's better for Ian to be more worry-free, and he will know what to do without me urging... It would be great if other people can be so smart."

After all, the Viscount is also close to seventy years old, he sighed, and then carefully read the report submitted by Ian: "Ha, I knew that this old guy, Pudd, was never honest, and actually let Ian practice as a goblin Bloodline? The background of the Ciehalorvo family is indeed deeper than I imagined."

"Well, mother worms, parasites, hive will... It seems that this is the monster that Molin was anxious to destroy back then. It's no wonder that the Bishop's Church took the initiative to collect information and go to the ruins... Sigh, why did it have to be in the first place? Let me tell Bai Wu immediately, you are my knight after all, not the church's knight."

Thinking of those years, the Viscount couldn't help shaking his head slightly. He didn't regret Molin's death until now. It was he who single-handedly turned the tailor's son into a small captain of the guards. It was he who made the poor Molin family rich. It was also he who made Molin come into contact with the world of sublimators. If he had the chance, he might become a real knight.

  Even Maureen's children were taken care of by him very well. As the lord, he fulfilled his duties.

   But in terms of loyalty, Maureen did not pass the test.

   "The remains of the guards... Yes, the big storm will never appear again, and it is time to hold a funeral for them, for all those who died in the big storm."

  Planning the next major event in his mind, the Viscount continued to read the report.

  Then, his eyes widened in astonishment: "Ian?"

   "How could he become the master of the maze?!"

   "How come I don't know anything after exploring this maze?!"

  (end of this chapter)