High Above

  Chapter 371 Letter from Mrs. Ellen (23)

   "War is a bitter fruit brewed by humans themselves. We have no right to interfere with the path they choose."

   "But the innocents...the ones my kids were, other people's children..."

  The former mercenary clenched his fists, and he muttered unwillingly: "The bitter fruit of human choice is obviously the result of the choice of those high-ranking big shots!"

  He also thought that the Huaiguang Church would stop what Flamingo did, just like they stopped the disaster hidden in the South China Sea Great Labyrinth, just like they supported his revenge and defeated the Sequoia people who cannibalized and sacrificed.

   At the very least, I have to refute myself, why do they call the choices of those big men the choices of 'human beings'.

  But Bishop Huaiguang didn't say a word, which made the mountain people's blood gradually turn cold.

  If, for Huaiguang Church, everything I believed in in the past is just a necessary step to 'prevent disaster', not if they will really do this for good...

   "Go."

   Wandering in unwillingness and disappointment, Lübeck heard the bishop speak like this.

   "If you want, go. You are not a member of Huaiguang, Lubeck, you are a human being with your own hands and feet, how can the church prevent you from doing anything?"

   Still looking down, Bishop Baiwu said calmly: "Your knife, armor and other equipment are all in the underground storage room of the church. They are well maintained, and you can go and get them back at any time."

   "Do what you think is right, Lübeck. The Church only stops what proves to be 'wrong', because we are the ones who have died once—but you are not."

   "Go."

   Lifting his head, the old man stared at the human in front of him.

  He said this, with an encouraging tone: "If you fail, it's not too late to come back."

   "Even if you die, don't be afraid, Huai Guanghui will still embrace you."

   "Embracing failure, preventing mistakes. That's one of the few things we can do."

   So the man will understand.

  He suddenly realized, then nodded to the old man with respect, and left the small room.

   Bishop Baiwu didn't take it seriously, he continued to read the letter, and new words were constantly being refreshed on the crystal board on the side.

  【The Setar Empire, Western Plains, Pre-Era Civilization Ecological Bank, Contains Alien Virus, Comprehensive Disaster Level, Level 3 'Turbulence'...Two agents have accepted the task]

[Flying Flame Land, Veronia Island Group, the ancestor queen ant 'Queen of the Sun' will fully wake up within two years, the comprehensive disaster level is the second level 'catastrophe'... Fifteen agents have accepted the task, additional The supporter is the local powerhouse of Feiyan Land, Qianyu King RuPaul]

[Far Shore Island, Fulaner submarine volcanic group, underground cavity area, natural spiritual energy field gathering, it is very likely to cause mantle lava to surge up, causing a super giant volcanic eruption, affecting the planet's ecology, the comprehensive disaster level is the first Level 'Apocalypse'... The handler is the local fifth energy level powerhouse in the far shore, 'Green Star' Grid]

   On the small screen on the other side of the crystal plate, there are words that refresh slowly one by one.

  【The Setar Empire, Nanling Province, the pre-epoch civilized ecological base, containing parasite nests, the comprehensive disaster level is the third level 'turmoil'... the disaster has been dealt with】

[Auxiliary processors: Bai Wu, Tian Yan, the main processor is Port Harrison, the first energy level 'Ian', the second energy level Gesse Beed, the first energy level Isengard Ellen, local Warcraft Iron Shark]

  【'Ian' has been confirmed to have the potential of the fifth energy level, entering the process of 'witness'】

  …

   Sublimators from other places often come to Lai'an to buy high-quality fresh Xiahui grass to make high-quality spiritual nourishing extracts.

   This is not an uncommon occurrence for locals.

  Ian's letter of greeting was quickly received by the relevant personnel, waiting for Baron Ryan's reply.

According to Ian's speculation, if the local baron and Viscount Grant had the same work and rest habits—maybe a little lazier, because the Viscount is poorer—then he would have to wait at least four hours until almost noon before being interviewed by the baron. Have lunch with him for the sake of his psyker and the Razorclaw who beheaded a Territory endangerment.

   Generally speaking, this is the process. And the steward's answer "the baron should have lunch with you" proves this point even more.

  So after sending the greeting letter, Ian went to the local platinum iridium workshop based on the principle of not wasting time.

  Just like Port Harrison, the Platinum Iridium Workshop in Leonne also has the same decoration, with white walls and a low-profile exterior, but an extremely clean and simple interior.

  The most important thing is the pavement located in the center of the commercial street.

Contrary to what many people imagine, although Laianling is the source of raw materials for Xiahui grass and several other sublimation plants, it is not the main distribution center. The fleets of major chambers of commerce have a fixed time every month to go to Jinye Town or It is Fujino Town that receives the semi-finished products that have been processed, and then transfers them to a series of workshops on the agate stone plain for processing.

  So compared to the port city of Port Harrison, Ryanland is quieter, and because of the rain, there are few people on the streets.

   "Welcome to...huh?"

  When Ian took off his helmet and entered the interior of the Platinum Iridium Workshop, the two employees who were saluting forgot to bow their heads for a moment, and just stared straight at his face.

   It's not just the boy's appearance, but also because of the contrast between his too young appearance and the sense of coercion when he wears a helmet.

But soon, the older employee realized that he stepped forward and said in a more respectful tone than before: "You are Your Excellency Ian, right? The news from the headquarters has been delivered, and your package is in the insurance In the warehouse, please wait for a moment, we will take it out for you immediately."

   "But please excuse me, for the sake of the process, we still need to confirm some information about you..."

  Stunning appearance, young, Bai Zhimin, alchemy knight—this kind of description basically has no second place except the person in front of me, but the process still has to go.

   And Ian also nodded slightly, and took out the knight medal and documents that he had prepared from his arms: "I didn't expect Isengard to be faster than me, and he was quite considerate. I don't know what's going on recently."

   No one would dare to follow such words.

   The identification speed is very fast, after all, it is only a process, and it didn't take long for the preservation box made of snow crystal to be taken out.

This kind of crystal is not cold, but it can guarantee the internal storage temperature. It is a by-product of mining frost crystals, and its value is not high, but this preservation box is different. Ian glanced at it, and his eyes were almost glued to the densely packed inscriptions. Going up—good guy, this engraving of inscriptions is definitely a masterpiece, how can so many inscriptions for regulating temperature and humidity be engraved on such a fragile crystal plate?

  It still looks very beautiful. Even Ian almost thinks it is an ordinary pattern at a glance.

   "Isn't this safe box also a limited collection?"

Muttering in his heart, Ian looked at it out of the corner of his eye, and then twitched his mouth: "It's really—'The Phantom Line of South Bronk', isn't this the signature of the inscription master 150 years ago? I wrote it in the textbook I've seen her signature on it."

  Half of the antiques came out, and he felt that this box alone was worth more than 300 talers, maybe even higher. After all, Ian didn't know how popular this inscription master was.

Next, Ian used the remote communication equipment in the Platinum Iridium Workshop, that is, Terra's typewriter, to report the safety of the Platinum Iridium Workshop in Port Harrison. Because the notification also takes time, he did not wait for a reply. , but leave directly.

   Putting on the helmet and carrying the safe, Ian followed the staff of the workshop to the accommodation building where the Platinum Iridium Workshop entertains distinguished guests.

   When he came to his room, Ian collected himself, opened the box, and opened the vision horizon.

   Immediately, purple mist overflowed from it.

  The second-level goblin potion materials are in it—bottles, jars, and sublimation materials exuding strange colors fill the entire small box.

  According to this weight, Ian felt that it would be enough to make two bottles of the second-level fairy potion if he saved some money and spent some money on himself.

  It is so real.

  However, what attracted Ian's attention more than these overdone materials was a letter on these materials.

  In the letter, there was a line that was obviously not written by Isengard, but a beautiful handwriting left by a woman.

  A letter that made Ian frown slightly.

   "Aphrina Ellen..."

  Sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the letter in his hand, Ian whispered to himself: "Is the imperial mother of Yisen?"

   "What does it mean she wrote to me alone?"

  (end of this chapter)