High Above

  Chapter 337 It's all Flameland's fault! (twenty three)

   “…in my opinion, there aren’t really many options.”

  Isengard cheered up much faster than Ian imagined—it might also be that he knew that his father didn't love him, so he didn't feel any shock.

  The blond boy closed his lake-green eyes and slowed down his breathing.

When he opened his eyes again, he had calmed down and said slowly: "At least the situation is much better than I imagined. At present, I still have a mother to rely on, and my grandfather's plan will have to wait until I reach the fourth energy level." will begin."

   "In other words, before the fourth energy level, I can use their power to protect myself. They also hope that I can become the head of the Ellen family - this can be used."

   "As for the father..."

Speaking of this, Ethan paused for a moment, and then said sadly: "Compared with me who has the royal blood, he still hopes that the second brother who has the blood of Mrs. Aili and the blood of the Ellen family will be the head of the family. After all, he and uncle are Brother, what's the difference?"

He turned his head and looked at the white-haired boy: "Ian, what I should do now is to ask my mother and the others for help, but not to really investigate Uncle Pat's motives, and even help him cover up his crimes, suppressing this matter to Egypt. The power struggle within the Lun family, to avoid irritating father and grandfather, and use this excuse to fight for power for yourself, right?"

"You should publicize the incident of your assassination with great fanfare, but give the right to investigate to your father, so that you can get compensation, but the matter will not go away." Ian stared at Isengard, and then said slowly Express your own opinion: "Well, it's a bit weird, your best choice should be to confess all this to your mother."

   "Tell her everything except me. Mrs. Afrina may not be as 'stupid' as everyone thinks."

  The boy raised his brows, obviously very interested in such a future: "Ethan, the situation may be better than you and I imagined."

   "Your mother loved you more than your father and her own father."

   "She may have many problems, but she really loves you."

   "Is that so?"

  When Isengard heard this, he lowered his eyes subconsciously, and his eye sockets were a little moist.

  He smiled a bit awkwardly, but it looked like he was crying: "That's great...Mother..."

  Ian shook his head slightly. He had thought of many suggestions and possibilities just now, but he never thought that Ethan's mother could actually bring extraordinary changes to the situation.

   It appears that even prophets are not free from preconceived prejudices.

   Regarding the next move of Isengard, I still need to communicate with Master Goser. Now that Ian has told the other party all the truth, Isengarde must be able to make his own choice.

   "After the maze incident is over, I have to go back to the imperial capital first."

  After thinking about it, Isengard said: "Uncle is the director of the southern part of Platinum Workshop. No matter what, I have to fight for this right with my mother."

   "I originally planned to enter Platinum Workshop, starting as the deputy director of the research department, but now it seems that the progress must be accelerated... and I don't have the relevant rights, and I can't pay you."

-really.

  Ian thought so. If Isengarde didn't pay him, then he probably wouldn't have the money to pay Qingchao either.

He has already received the news that Qing Chao was rescued by Viscount Grant, plus Scott, Elan, and even Sai Nan, he has a group of large or small teams under him, and he should consider how to make money to support his family up.

  Originally, refining medicines was only enough for him to use. If he really wanted to make a lot of money, he still had to be affiliated with a behemoth like Platinum Workshop.

   "The fairy inheritance of the second energy level... I don't know if you have it."

At this moment, Isengard was a little hesitant, and he asked embarrassingly: "If it's just a second-level goblin material, I can personally take out a copy. It was originally intended to be used as an analysis of the 'spiritual energy quality'." The raw materials for the 'basic construction' can now be sent from the imperial capital."

   "But the quality may be relatively average, that is, high-quality products, not as good as the best ones sold by the goblins from Falling Star City."

   "If you don't mind..."

   "I really mind." Ian seriously interrupted the blond boy, and he knocked on the table: "I don't mind when I can arrive—quality is not a big deal, the faster the better."

  —Are you kidding, why do all the children of everyone think that the high-quality products are average? !

  The Fairy Wing brought by Elder Purdue is an upper-middle grade, which is completely sufficient.

  In the final analysis, the quality of Warcraft materials depends on whether the structure of the inscription is complete or not, and whether the engraving is smooth—and his fairy blood is recorded on the silver chip, as long as it can be used, it is 100% complete.

  There is no difference between excellent and excellent.

"No problem." Blinking his eyes, Isengard seemed to understand something, and then smiled: "As for other things, such as the complete fairy potion ingredients, my mother will definitely be willing to give you—but that must wait. I can only deliver it after I return to the imperial capital."

   "It's natural, it depends on your convenience."

  Ian was not in a hurry, and after everything was settled, he got up and was about to leave the quiet room of the workshop.

   "What are you going to do next?"

  Isengard also stood up. After temporarily getting out of the previous mental shock, his demeanor became much calmer, and now he can also show a smiling face.

   "I will continue to practice until your fairies are passed on to me."

  Ian replied calmly: "I want to prepare for the second energy level—but besides that, I also have a lot of things to do."

  —Shark's advancement and labyrinth, as well as preparations before awarding honors.

as well as…

   A funeral.

   Terra 773, April 25.

  Ian's fifth day back from the South China Sea Great Relics Group.

   After fourteen years, he attended the funeral of his father, the port guard, and all those who died in the big storm in the past.

  “…This is not an ordinary natural disaster, but a natural disaster that originated from the labyrinth. Indeed, there may be no difference between the two, but the latter can be conquered, controlled, and held by us humans.”

   In the center of the square, Viscount Grant was giving an impassioned speech. Master Goser and Bishop Baiwu selectively told him about the South China Sea ruins group.

   Knowing that the big storm has been completely ended, the Viscount, while heaving a sigh of relief, also keenly sensed that this is a good time to increase the cohesion and publicity in the territory.

It is not a big deal to hold a collective funeral for the victims of the guards and those who died, or even erect a monument. After all, similar deaths are not uncommon for Terra Continent. Even the actions of Viscount Grant, not only will not If some people are moved, it will make people feel that he is making a fuss out of a molehill.

  It’s just a mere natural disaster, as if there is nothing left.

   But this time is different.

   Very different.

   "All of this is the fault of Flame's spy!"

  It was just an ordinary reading, but at this moment the volume suddenly increased.

  The viscount's voice resounded throughout the square, making all the listeners feel deafened and stunned.

  They all raised their heads and looked at the Viscount in the center of the square.

  The man who was watched by everyone clenched his fists, with a firm and dignified expression, and loudly announced the so-called 'truth': "As you think, citizens of Port Harrison!"

   "It's the spies from Flameland that caused us to be hit by disaster!"

  (end of this chapter)