High Above

  Chapter 481 Please believe in your good deeds (23)

  Obviously, Waldo didn't think there was anything he couldn't say.

   "At least on the surface, there will be basic politeness. I thought the nobles of the imperial capital were extremely rebellious, arrogant, and looked at people with their noses."

Ian said so, and Hua An shook his head: "What are you talking about, where are such nobles, they don't really tear their faces, they are all kind on the surface - just like my teacher and another Dr. Goblin, they praise each other's research achievements all day long, but they will never fight unless they are fighting for funding."

   "I think what I said and what you said, although they seem to be somewhat similar, are completely different in essence."

  Ian complained, and Shuangdie sat on the young man's shoulders, causing the scent of coffee ice to come: "It seems that my Shuangdie can cheer people up just by virtue of their own taste."

   On the surface, he said so, but Ian was actually quite serious in his heart.

Someone is killed, the emergency team comes to help, it may be a bit slow but it will come, the nobles are not arrogant enough to treat ordinary people's lives for nothing - although they are quite arrogant and careless, they can't really ignore This is enough to prove that the laws of the empire are still useful and can restrain these nobles.

   It can even be said that nobles regard the loss of life of ordinary people as a trouble, and will try to avoid this kind of property loss, and those who cannot guarantee this kind of property will be punished.

   But not really punished for human life.

   From a certain point of view, this may be a little more terrifying.

"Inaiga II banned slavery and brought more efficient ways of working and cooperating. His laws and principles are still enforced on this land. But the problem is that slaves may still be taken care of by their masters, while hired But waiters will be picked on in every possible way, and even discarded at will."

   Shaking his head slightly, Ian took these questions to heart.

   They came to the seventh floor area.

The seventh floor area is a park—it sounds exaggerated, there is an entire floor area in the imperial capital that is a man-made natural landscape, but in fact, anyone needs to relax occasionally, even if it is for the mood, which brings higher work Efficiency, the existence of the park is also reasonable.

   When Ian entered the seventh-floor area, it was already past six in the afternoon. Isengard should have arrived long ago, and he probably was waiting for him somewhere.

He looked around, and the first thing he saw was a square at the entrance and exit on the left. It was erected majestically, and the metal columns connecting the upper and lower floors formed a semicircular field. There were rows of tables and chairs, and there were sales Fast food vendors sell everything from sausage bread to minced meat noodles. Ian even saw someone selling pickles with kippers, which smelled surprisingly appetizing.

Outside the square, there is a lush park and woodland. The stone road is covered by shadowy shrubs and spreads to the depths of the forest. Some pedestrians who are walking can be seen chatting with their companions, and the soothing artificial light above their heads deepens this feeling. A sense of tranquility and hazy stillness.

  Ian quickly sensed Isengarde's aura, and the characteristics of the source quality recorded by the silver chip were quite conspicuous, and it was significantly strengthened compared to two months ago. Apparently, after returning to the imperial capital, Isengard has significantly improved in terms of sublimation. After all, he has experienced many life-and-death battles, and he must have a deeper understanding of his blood.

Ian and Birch Frost Butterfly stepped into the forest park. It is said that this place used to be a large ecological garden in the imperial capital during the refuge period. Simply put, it was a place for growing vegetables and fruit trees. Some buildings, tall storage centers cast from white solid stone, have been carefully restored and become another resting place for pedestrians.

  This is why the sixth floor is the storage center, because that floor was the area where various food supplies were stored and distributed during the shelter period.

   "My friend also likes to come to the seventh floor to read. But it's not here, but on the top of the old building over there—there is a bed-like structure, and it's so beautiful to lie there and read."

Hua An raised his hand and pointed to the ancient storage center, and Ian looked at it, and couldn't help laughing: "That's the beam roof of the storage center, not the bed...but it might be the same for the elves? Well, lie on the roof and read a book, enjoy With the breeze blowing, your friend will really enjoy it."

   "Really!" Hua An also flapped her wings happily.

   And Shuangdie nodded thoughtfully.

  The air circulation system of the imperial capital is well done, and the park layer area also has a swirling wind, and because of the vegetation, the wind here is more fresh, and the noise of the forest and sea is clearer in the closed environment, reaching the depths of the park.

And in a rather quiet and remote corner of the courtyard, a young man with shoulder-length blond hair was wearing a half-length cloak, sitting next to a remnant arch wall on the side of the road. The ivy had already climbed on the remnant wall, even Beginning to trickle down to newer park chairs.

  Isengard was wearing a thick velvet coat with black background and gold trim, and was quietly looking at the book in his hand.

  Because he was too serious, or maybe because he was not dangerous at all, snow-white pigeons were foraging and walking nearby, forming a quite harmonious scene.

  As Ian and the goblins approached, he sensed the noise, so he raised his head and saw his friend walking out from the shadow of the tree, his turquoise eyes shining like a lake in the forest.

   "You're here?"

Isengard closed the book, stood up happily, and the pigeon beside him also flew up because of this action, but did not fly too far: "Did something happen? Or did you have a drink with the two goblin ladies?" Will you have afternoon tea?"

He knew that Ian was accompanied by Hua An and Frost Butterfly along the way, and even knew that Frost Butterfly was the little elf that Ian brought out from the ruins of the South China Sea—Isengarde also politely saluted the two goblin ladies: "One The journey on the road has been exhausting, please allow me to clean up the dust for you later and treat you well."

   "It's both."

Given the relationship between Ian and Isengard, naturally there is no need for greetings, they often communicate with communication devices, and soon get to the point: "I did drink tea with Hua An and Shuang Die for a while, but on the way here I met some things."

He will tell the blond boy about the matter with Waldo Noka and the car accident, causing the other party to frown slightly: "The Noka family? Waldo...he is my classmate. Our relationship is relatively ordinary, It’s good that he didn’t make things difficult for you.”

   "As for the victim you helped..."

   Lowering his head slightly, Isengard recalled those people he tried to help in the South China Sea Great Labyrinth, those people who were parasitized by brain-eating worms... those people he couldn't rescue until the end.

When he raised his head again, Isengard said seriously: "There may be other people, even the victim himself, who think that you are helping me indiscriminately and causing a lot of trouble. But to be honest, please accept my opinion—I Well, you are doing the right and kind thing, and I will help you."

   "At the beginning, I didn't have the strength to persist in being right until the end, but this time, I am willing to help you, Ian, persist in doing good to the end."

   Saying so, Isengard took out a crystal plate from his arms, which was the same crystal plate as when Patrick first contacted the pirates. He wrote a lot on it, apparently asking for the victim to be taken care of.

   "Isengarde..." Ian was stunned. He originally wanted to tease the other party for being too serious. He had already dealt with the matter, and he could solve the matter perfectly without the Ellen family...

   "Thank you. With your words, the victim may suffer a lot less."

  But he finally sighed and replied seriously: "Sometimes you may need to be so serious. It sounds a bit naive, but I'm afraid you are more sincere than me in terms of attitude."

"Better than you? How could it be possible. Without you, I don't even know that this kind of thing would happen, and there is no way to talk about help and sincerity. I am always one step behind." Isengard smiled self-deprecatingly: "What's more, it's just It’s just one person. How many ordinary people can we help who are in trouble?”

After finishing speaking, he raised his head, looked at the two goblin ladies beside him, and said gently, "With this number of people, the park chairs can't fit... I think we need to find a quiet place to have a good chat recently. action."

   Just as Isengard took Ian and his party to a residence of the Ellen family in the imperial capital.

  In a hidden mansion, a lady is meditating on a stack of files with a glowing bird.

  (end of this chapter)