High Above

  Chapter 48 Glory

   "Yes, yes, Elder Mingjian!"

Brin seemed to still have some lingering fears. He half-kneeled in front of Elder Purdue's desk, and reported: "I just walked around the outside of Oceana's house a few times, and I was still thinking about how to get into the house to observe the situation. Well...he just opened the window and told me to stay away."

   Speaking of this, recalling the scene of being watched by the crowd, Brin still felt his face frame and ears warm.

  He has a face-saving character, and he naturally feels ashamed to be called a spy, but who told him that he was really greedy before and wanted to **** the sleeping powder from Ian's hand? And then he was approached by Elder Purdue to investigate information about Ian?

   This is punishment, and it is also a crime and meritorious deed.

"Um."

After listening to Brin's report, Elder Pude pondered for a while, thinking: "Across the house and the street, can I find you...Although I want you to make a little more publicity, it is also possible that you are just looking out the window. That’s why we were able to find out in the first place.”

   "No no no!"

Instead, it was Brin who argued hard: "I paid special attention to the window—you know my eyesight, I can even find the Endal moss in the bushes, Ian was never by the window before, he just found it out of thin air and then walked straight over and scolded me for leaving!"

"Oh?"

Elder Purdue looked at Brin with a half-smile, and after the other party lowered his head again in fear, he said slowly: "You should have guessed why I asked you to do such a thing... I thought I had offended Ian You don't want to admit that Ian is a psyker."

"Elder, I'm just greedy for a while, not really stupid!" Brin half-kneeled in front of the elder's desk, he pleaded: "If Ian is really a psyker, then what's the use of me denying it? If you can win yourself, can you deceive other people? I just hope that you can give me some good words in the future, and I hope that Ian will not hold grudges and not take revenge on me in the future..."

   "I also hope that you can forgive me, Elder. I am really stupid. I didn't think of it... If I knew that Ian might be a psyker, I would never dare to have such thoughts!"

"Um."

  The old man responded softly, but Brin, who was panting heavily, looked relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

  Elder Purdue never promises easily, but since he has already promised, he will definitely help him ease the relationship in the future.

  He already thought of some herbal treasures in his home, although expensive, but compared to the possible revenge of a psyker in the future, it is considered cheap.

   It’s true, I’m really stupid, as a neighbor, how can he not know who Oxenna is? Even in a sudden outbreak, killing one or two native hunters is the limit. How could it be possible to kill four? He definitely has someone to help, and that person can definitely see through the stealth skills of the natives hidden in the dark!

Brin is an experienced herb picker. He often deals with and even fights with the natives. He is well aware of the ability of the redwood natives in the forest, so others may think nothing of it, but he can easily detect the weirdness in Ian's mouth. place.

   And all these weirdnesses can be explained by "Ian has awakened psychic power"!

  An eight-year-old psyker... Even among the white people, this age is ridiculously young!

   "You continue to observe Ian."

And just when Brin was feeling annoyed and fearful again, Elder Pude's voice sounded again: "Don't reveal it. Don't forget that everyone now knows that you tried to **** Ian's sleeping powder, and you are even around his house Shaking around, with bad intentions."

   "If other people know that Ian is a psyker, how will they deal with you to please each other?"

"Cooperate with my guards to continue observing. Since Ian hasn't told me now, let's wait until he is willing to talk. I think, with the kid's intelligence... this period of time is not long. Before that, I need a Report to me about Ian's actions to ensure his safety."

Narrowing his eyes, Elder Pude stared at Brin who was already bent over, and he said lightly: "Now, just step back. Brin, I hope you can remember the lesson this time, we are all family members of the same blood, you spy on family members , naturally there will be retribution and punishment.”

   "When Ian is willing to disclose his identity as a psyker, I will explain all this to him. I believe that child will be willing to forgive you."

   "Back off."

   "Yes, Elder."

  Brin couldn't help trembling when he thought of what he might encounter after Ian's identity as a psyker was revealed, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

  He saluted deeply, wiped the sweat from his brow and left.

   After Brin staggered out of the elders' hall, Elder Purdue didn't pick up the documents and continued to process the documents.

  He turned his head and looked out the window.

  The night is getting darker and the rain is pouring, but the central part of Harrison Port is still brightly lit.

  There are two sources of the Bai Zhimin in Port Harrison. One is a large Bai Zhimin family that was relegated from the imperial capital to this place in the past, and the other is the scattered collection of Bai Zhimin who wandered throughout the southern border.

   Needless to say, the scattered ones have now been consolidated, and now the entire Port Harrison is a group of white people.

  Tapud was just an accidental heir of a high-ranking member of that big family and a dwarf in the past. Although the main body inherited the side of the White People, it still has the characteristics of a dwarf and part of the inheritance from his father.

  When that family was still glorious, he was just an ordinary and not very popular junior.

  However, in an important plan, the entire family was relegated to this remote place in southern Xinjiang by the former emperor who is now known as the "black tyrant" due to a mistake, depriving the history, surname and all inheritance.

  All the ascendants were executed, or imprisoned in another frontier, completely losing all their heritage.

   Instead, it was me, because the inheritance of the dwarf father did not belong to the people of the white people, but escaped unharmed and was not stripped back.

  By virtue of his identity as a sublimator, he actually became the only authority and the only elder in southern Xinjiang after the family moved to Port Harrison.

   "Alas... after so many years..."

  Withdrawing his thoughts, the old man tiredly raised his hand and massaged the bridge between his eyes. He couldn't help but recall the scenes many years ago.

  【—Pude, promise me...promise me, don't resent Your Majesty, this is indeed our big mistake, the retribution we deserve...】

  【However, the child is innocent! Please, don’t leave, you are the only sublimator among us, lead the children to take root in southern Xinjiang...]

  【Only you, this is something only you can do...】

  The woman who was so old that she could only lie on the bed, with a fragile tone that had never been shown to him, sent out a request that might be the only time in this life.

  He couldn't refuse, and he didn't want to refuse.

  He couldn't wait to show her his ability—to prove that he was not inferior to anyone, and even had the possibility of being better than other white people.

   "For decades, mother..."

  Opening his eyes, gazing at the high-end shower in the dark night, the short but strong and majestic old man sighed softly, showing a rare fragility: "Finally, I have waited for an opportunity, and there is still a hope."

   "Generations have passed, and all the clansmen have begun to forget our past... Although it is a bit unfair to that child, we really need it."

   "Need a hope of regaining glory."

   At the same time, outside the window of the Elder's Hall, on the west side of Harrison Port.

  A steep cliff extending to the south, where countless thunderstorms gather, is called by all the locals the location of the Tantan Cliff.

  A tall, gray-haired man who looked like an iron tower stood on the edge of the cliff.

  He stepped on a huge solid rock, staring solemnly at the depths of the sea far away.

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