High Above

  Chapter 495 Mrs. Ellen and Becoming a Lord (33)

   After Isengard finished packing, he took Ian out, preparing to attend the luncheon set up by Mrs. Ellen.

  According to the blond boy, his mother really wanted to meet Ian, the young talent who saved her son.

   When leaving, Ian talked to Hua An and Shuang Die, and Hua An had heard the conversation between Ian and Ethan in the study, so naturally he didn't say much.

And Ethan also gave the two goblin ladies a card, with this card, they can eat and drink for free in several restaurants owned by the Ellen family, and immediately made the two goblins cheer - it's not that they are short of such a little money, But free things taste like happiness.

  Ian and Ethan got on the alchemy car of the Ellen family and drove to the second floor area.

  There are all the residences of the great nobles and the core part of some powerful families. There are many guards strictly guarding them, and there are even armored patrols. It is impossible for ordinary people to get close to this place.

Back then, the Ciehalorvo family had their main house located here... When Ian looked through the car window in the direction of the family mansion that Elder Pudd described to him back then, he couldn't see the house that the old man described in his memory. You can only see high halls and deep courtyards, and thick walls.

  And at the entrances of the walls of these courtyards, there are some family coats of arms and door plaques. Every surname is a famous name in the imperial capital, and even in the empire.

   "In fact, there are not many people."

Sitting in the back seat of the car with Ian, Isengard looked at the mansion compound by the window like a boy: "The Adelaide family, the Isaac family, the Glass family...they are all the same as our Ellen family, They are nobles located in the frontier. The new generation of noble members of our family must come to live in the imperial capital, and these three families have no new direct members for more than 20 years, except for some guards and servants who clean and station here , usually there is no one there.”

   "There is also the Ed family over there... that is the main family of a well-known Iron People clan in the imperial capital. Just like your Ciehalorvo family, it has a considerable status."

   "Stop talking about that."

  Ian sighed, and he lay on the soft cushion of the alchemy car: "My current identity, to be clear, is still a 'refugee'. What does the Ciehalorvo family have to do with me?"

  The driver who drove the car was suddenly unaware of this, and his expression remained unwavering.

  The difference between an alchemy car and a car is that the fuel burned in the heart of the alchemy furnace is more expensive, but the power is more powerful, so it can mount very thick armor, and the alchemy car used by the nobles is incredibly thick.

  In addition, some ordinary civilian and military alchemy vehicles may need wheels...but some high-end alchemy vehicles can already fly in the sky as a simple means of transportation in the air.

   It's like the 300-meter-high city wall of the imperial capital. Ordinary people need to take a cable car to go up, but nobles can take a speeding car to directly enter the passageway.

As soon as he saw this thing, Ian scanned the entire structure of the flying car with a silver chip—then he felt that there are really all kinds of weird things on this land of Terra... Then when will the super giant floating aircraft carrier come out? Let him have a look?

But before Ian had time to imagine whether Terra's floating aircraft carrier might exist, Isengard shook his head and interrupted his imagination: "Is the refugee status only three generations? You are three generations later, and you must not be a refugee anymore." gone."

   "Oh?" Ian thought for a while, and found that indeed, his great-grandparents were the exiles, while his grandparents were the second generation, and his parents were the third generation.

His own generation has just gotten rid of the refugee status. He wondered: "Then I am a normal citizen of the empire? No wonder Elder Purdue has always said that I am the hope of the family. It turns out that from my generation, the white people of Port Harrison Then we can really restart the struggle.”

   Chatting with Isengard in this way, Ian observed the outside world.

  He noticed that the second floor area was heavily guarded to an unbelievable level.

   As far as the area he passed just now, there are about 300 quite elite guards patrolling... the entire second floor area may have thousands of guards who can be called elite soldiers patrolling.

   This place is so genuine that even a mosquito can't fly in.

   But here... most of them are empty.

  Ian couldn't help sighing when he thought of the many small town residents who were still worried about temporary residence permits in the vast land outside the imperial capital.

  They came to the main compound of the Ellen family in the second floor area.

  Behind the three-person-high towering wall, the five-story-high, marble building like a small castle is brightly lit. Almost every window and door that can expose light shines bright golden, proving that there are indeed people active in it.

The alchemy car passed through the automatically opened gate and parked in the parking space beside it. Ian and Isengard got out of the car, but they found a beautiful woman wearing a silver-backed and red-edged silk robe standing at the door , with long golden hair rolled up, a string of silver-white pendants hung under her slender neck, showing her snow-white skin.

  She looked at her son and the white-haired boy beside him with complicated eyes.

   "Mom? Why are you outside?"

  Seeing this scene, Isengard couldn't help feeling astonished, and walked forward quickly.

  Mrs. Ellen is a real nobleman with royal blood. In theory, such a nobleman would never do anything that would compromise his identity—which noble lady would stand at the door to welcome guests? This is really too much.

   "I want to see you first, why? Do you think there are any rules that can control your mother?"

The blond woman snorted coldly. Obviously, even if the princess of the royal family married a woman, it was very different from the general nobleman's thinking: "I said, last night, or at noon today, bring your friend to see you I...and you didn't message me last night."

  She approached her son, stretched out two slender fingers, and pinched Isengard's face: "Why, the wings are hard?"

  —It’s no wonder that Isengard was always ‘my mother said my mother said...’. So Madam Afrina has this character? I said why he is a bit of a mother...

  Looking at this scene, Ian showed a clear expression.

   "No... hey... mom..."

Isengard's cheeks and neck were hot, and his snow-white skin was flushed at the moment, especially after he noticed the clear gaze of his friend behind him, he immediately became even more ashamed: "Mom...I was wrong...I just thought you I just know..."

   "I know, I don't care about everything... but you have a clear understanding of the importance of priorities and procedures... This is only good for your future."

  My son's obedient confession and cute begging for mercy are obviously satisfactory, but Mrs. Ellen sighed.

This posture is not exactly the same as Isengarde, it is indeed the biological mother and child: "You have grown up, and you will definitely hide some things from me. This friend will be fine. If you meet someone who doesn't know them next time What about meeting dangerous friends?"

   "You are responsible for your own safety."

   Then, she looked at Ian.

   "Ian... is indeed a good guy. But I thought you would come in armor, which would be more convenient."

  Mrs. Ellen's words stunned Ian and Ethan for a moment. They looked at each other, obviously not understanding what the words meant.

  But Ian quickly realized that he raised his eyebrows slightly, and had a premonition in his heart.

   "Get ready to come in, good boy, and put on your armor in the next room. We have something important to do before the luncheon."

Sure enough, Mrs. Ellen raised her head slightly. Although she met Ian for the first time, she seemed to know the young man quite well: "That was your award ceremony—I remember that Ryan led the boy near the lake. A part? If you are not satisfied, you can choose anything except Lai’an City.”

   "All in all, congratulations, little knight. You have become the youngest lord in Nanling's history."

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  (end of this chapter)