High Above

  Chapter 635 Ian is here, and Leon will be at peace! (5200, second update)

  There was a sound of steady and soft footsteps on the stairs, a young man in a moon-white alchemy robe, and the Iron People officer standing behind him slowly appeared in front of the waiting crowd.

He is slender, obviously the type who stays in the alchemy laboratory all day long and rarely gets out of the door twice a year, and his appearance makes everyone present feel stunned, not quite sure why he is Will they come to this gloomy and dilapidated Lean Castle—are they here to listen to the speech of the sublime who claims to be the Lord of Lean, or to participate in some of the most noble banquets?

   This is a temperament that can change the atmosphere of the scene in an instant.

The white-haired boy stood on the upper half of the stairs, his blue eyes lightly looking down at the president of the chamber of commerce, the shop owner, the captain of the guard, and the tax officer with different expressions. These people in Lai'an City can be said to be almost powers other than the lord. The largest group of people are now gathered here with anxiety, waiting for his next speech and fate.

   "I am Ian, your new lord."

Ian simply said that the invisible fluctuation brought a damp breath, which reverberated in the entire castle hall, and changed the expressions of several sublimators—they felt that the operation of their own source was beginning to stagnate. Our higher ascendants show signs of their own level of manipulation of the surrounding psionic field.

  —This young man, who seems to have just grown up, is actually a second-level sublimator? !

  Lian leader He De, how could such a genius be the lord? !

Before they could react from such surprise, Ian's next words stunned them again: "I don't know how Baron Ryan manages you, but my temper is very bad, especially when I am in Lai An Ling saw a grain merchant hoarding grain during the war."

   "Xilin, stand up."

  The young man's voice was pleasant to hear, but the indifference and cold feeling mixed with the fluctuations in the cold and dampness in the entire castle made everyone present shudder.

The grain merchant named Xilin who was named by Ian suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He swallowed, and wanted to explain something before moving forward, but other businessmen, officials and local families standing around him Patriarch Qi Qi took a step back.

  This middle-aged man who looked generous and even a bit fat stood alone at the front of the hall.

   "You are a spy for the Flameflare."

  Ian simply said that his death sentence was pronounced, and the boy's eyes lit up with a water-colored halo representing psionic energy: "Don't quibble, because I have already seen this."

"Before the mountain people's rebellion, you bought most of the cheap food in Lai'an, and all the aid from the empire was covered by you alone. This is why Lai'an City is in a food shortage, and ordinary people can't eat enough. The reason is that they are in constant panic. .”

   "Without you, Lai'an City would not have fallen into chaos."

   "My lord! I'm really not a spy! I just didn't expect that the people who ordered such a large food order came from Flameland. They pretended to be other chambers of commerce. I guessed it later..."

  The obese middle-aged man immediately knelt on the ground, threw himself on Ian who was still standing on the stairs, and cried bitterly: "I am absolutely loyal to the empire, I have an order to prove it..."

  —that's stupid.

   Not only Ian and Scott, but everyone else present flashed this sentence in their hearts.

  He actually thought that if a nobleman and sublime wanted to deal with him, what evidence would he need to tell.

  He actually thought that he could escape with just crying and wailing for mercy.

  It seems that it was the young lord's appearance that gave him an undue luck.

   "Scott."

  Ian softly called his adjutant's name, and the Iron People officer walked down the stairs. He aimed his charging rifle at the grain merchant who was still kowtowing desperately.

  He didn't have any cruel expression, nor any excitement, he just obeyed the order and pulled the trigger, as naturally as breathing.

Before he died, Xilin raised his head and struggled to say one more word of begging for mercy—he wanted to say that he could donate all the food he had hoarded, all the wealth, and even the channel of Flaming Land to the lord, so that He gets more credit.

   But in the end, all that remained in his retina were Ian's long hair and a casual profile.

  A dazzling stream of light filled everything, followed by darkness.

   His head disappeared. A golden-red pothole appeared on the ground.

   "Glad there's only one spy, which means I only need to execute one person today."

  Ian smiled. He walked down the stairs and raised his hand to signal.

  The soldiers of the White People in the ancient castle moved out of the seats, while the young man sat calmly on the main seat, looking at those people who all lowered their heads, swallowed their saliva, and dared not speak a word.

  He said calmly: "Remember, stockpiling grain during war is an absolute death penalty. Large-scale acquisitions and sales of all resources in the territory must be reported to me or to the future city hall in advance."

   "If you don't follow this rule, you will die."

   "Can you understand?"

   "Ming, understand, my lord!"

  At this moment, no one dared to despise Ian because of his appearance anymore. Rather, Ian's handsome appearance did not fit the atmosphere of Laian City, and even gave them an extremely biting sense of fear in turn.

  It was a kind of high above, absolutely not caring about their thoughts, just like the feeling of a person in the sky.

"very good."

   On the seat, the white-haired boy nodded. He raised his legs and put his hands on his knees: "At least you have a good attitude."

   "But that doesn't mean you can satisfy me."

  The smell of fear is spreading.

   On the continent of Terra, the rule of the sublimated nobles is both gentle and cruel.

  Be gentle because, in a place like Terra, if the ascendant doesn't have any special hobbies, doesn't conduct crazy research like the Academy of the Spirits, and has no interest in tossing his own territory.

  Then the vast majority of sublimator lords are living their own lives. Apart from hunting, they are trying to find babies. They are free to develop the entire territory and hold an optimistic and encouraging attitude.

They don't care about the offense of their own people, and they just laugh off some conflicts and ordinary interests-no one will die because their cat accidentally breaks a plate, or begs for food from themselves, Rebuke and scold?

   Even that request might be greedy, but so what?

  They don't care about this little thing, as long as it doesn't prevent them from obtaining further potion materials.

   There are quite a few such gentle lord nobles, and it can even be said that they are the template for most of the minor nobles on Terra.

   And Kulie is very simple—most nobles with their own ideas and plans are extremely cruel and impatient in the eyes of ordinary people.

  Because sublimators essentially don’t need the people to support themselves. Having a territory can be regarded as a channel to obtain resources, but this does not mean that they will distort their thinking too much for this channel.

  —You don’t do it, some people do it. If your family doesn't do it, then let my family do it.

If a brand-new lord comes to his unfamiliar territory, he is dissatisfied with the local squires and chambers of commerce who do not cooperate—if such fools exist on Terra, and thinks that the other party is not worth his patience. .

  Destruction will be as swift as sunlight.

  For example, a wealthy town once located on the Haga Peninsula, with olives and cattle herding as its main industries, ushered in a new lord sent by the empire because the previous generation of lords died out.

The local families and chambers of commerce have become quite wealthy due to years of operation, occupying almost all the resources of the town, and they are quite arrogant to think that their own side has the technology to earn wealth, and the lord should accommodate them and cooperate with them, otherwise , the wealth of this wealthy town will not be open to him.

  If it is on Earth, this may not be surprising—officials don’t fight with officials, no matter what kind of big nobles have to cooperate with well-known local families to rule the territory stably.

   But Terra is different.

When the new lord came to this small town, he was shocked to find that he was politely refused even to build a training ground for practicing sword skills, and was vaguely dismissed when he wanted to build a sword school to teach his skills , no matter what he does, there seems to be an invisible force resisting him.

  He was a little angry.

  Two days later, the leaders and family patriarchs of those chambers of commerce were hanged on wooden poles for the crimes of 'corruption' and 'rebellion and collaboration with the enemy', and they were used as living materials for the lord to practice his sword.

  Because it was a very skilled swordsman, they died after crying for two weeks.

  So, is this swordsman lord a very brutal, cruel and innocent person?

   May or may not be.

In the eyes of outsiders, the great swordsman Erachi Deke is a well-known generous lord. He exempts all those who have settled in his territory for more than ten years from taxes, and his usual residence is just a small tent made by himself. , I usually practice swords in the sea tide along the coast, catch fish when I am hungry, and drink sea water when I am thirsty.

  He even gave sublimator tests for children of the right age in the territory for free, and taught some talented children to practice swords. Over the past 35 years, he has trained more than ten sublimated swordsmen.

   All are free.

  Because he was too lazy to accept the silver coins used by ordinary people, he would only accept sublimation materials with a nod, but he would also point out the opponent's sword skills.

  Of course, the original small town famous for its olives and calves has long since disappeared—the Great Swordsman never cared about these things.

  The only thing that exists today is the well-known Dekeling swordsmanship town.

Most of Terra's lords don't really care what kind of property their territory has. After all, they just want to do what they want in their own place-it's best if the territory is helpful, and it's okay if there is no help. like that.

   Just like Ian is now.

   It just so happens that Ryan owns the property he wants to do, which can save him a lot of time.

   "My family's Chamber of Commerce will come soon. Maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe three or four days later, but the longest is this time. You know what I mean."

When Ian calmly watched the group of middle-level Leon collars in front of him begin to experience symptoms such as trance, hallucinations, and flash memories under the effect of the fear potion, he said in a soft tone: "I don't need you. To be honest, all of you dead, it will be more convenient for me to move my people here."

   "But I'm not a demon after all, and I'm not that bloodthirsty." Ian raised his hand, and he took the rechargeable rifle from Scott.

  After looking at this excellent alchemy weapon, the young man held it with one hand and pointed at the people who lowered their heads slightly and broke out in cold sweat: "So as long as you are obedient enough—"

  Zi—

  The scorching light swept across everyone's heads, burning some of their hair.

   And Ian's voice came out afterwards: "You will live."

   "That's it. Be prepared to connect with my family business, come up with the charter tomorrow, if you don't do well enough, don't do it, get out by yourself, and leave the position to other people with potential."

   Speaking of this, the white-haired boy seemed to have thought of something. He turned his head and looked at the captain of the original Laian collar guard: "By the way, there is also you."

   "Gul Tiesen...the original confidant of Baron Leanne, the captain of his guard—in the end, he joined forces with the Hanging Peak Department, calling the other party orthodox without any orders from the empire..."

  Ian spoke at a very slow speed. He neither deliberately protracted his accent nor made short pronunciations. His soft voice alone was enough to attract people's attention and even attract them.

  But Gul Tiesen, who was named by such a voice, was already a brown-skinned gray-haired mountain man with a bad complexion. His whole body was already shaking, and cold sweat continued to slide down his spine.

He is the sublimator of the first energy level, a warrior in everyone's eyes, and the former confidant of Baron Ryan... That's why he understands that if the sublimator of the second energy level, especially the black armored driver in the daytime wants to To kill oneself, I am afraid that only one thought is needed.

  He felt as if he had been locked on the muzzle of the charging rifle.

  The good thing is that most sublimators have a little intelligence, otherwise, they would not be able to condense the source seeds.

  So, after the momentary warning signal sounded, without any hesitation, he knelt on the ground and shouted: "Disband!"

   "My lord, I will disband the original Leanland guards! Me, I will go back to be a civilian!"

   "No! I leave Leonland! I exile myself, and I will never return!"

  Ian looked at the captain of the mountain folk who reacted quite quickly with some surprise.

"Um."

  He nodded thoughtfully, and then handed back the rechargeable rifle he was about to shoot to Scott.

  The young man folded his arms, nodded with a smile and said, "Smart people can survive."

   "Tomorrow morning, I will hear the news of the disbandment of the former Leonland guards—for the sake of your reaction speed, you can take away as many people as you think are appropriate."

   "I understand! I will take those people away!"

   Kneeling on the ground, the captain of the mountain people could only see the spotless boots of the white-haired boy, and he even felt the aftermath of the charging rifle shooting and the smell of cylinder ashes...

His heart is full of anger, fear, fear and joy... His hard work over the years has finally been in vain, and he has to leave Laian with some thorns... The original family fortune will be wiped out, and everything will be wiped out. To start from scratch.

   But… at this moment.

  He didn't dare to have any hatred for Ian, only an uncontrollable sense of relief and gratitude.

  —at least he didn't kill himself. He could literally kill himself with a single shot. No one will stop the young lord, and he has indeed committed a capital crime worthy of being killed.

  At least, I am still a sublimator of the first energy level.

   In this case, there is still a future to speak of.

  Others watched this scene in silence.

  They also felt fear, bewildered and at a loss...the foundation they had worked so hard to build all their lives was destroyed by the flirtatious words of the young people in front of them, and became a stepping stone for the future Bai Zhimin Chamber of Commerce...how hateful and terrifying!

but…

  If such a lord—if such a patron...

   "Then listen to him."

   "At least more reliable than the mountain people."

   "His strength is stronger than Baron Ryan - such a young sublimator genius can bring stability at this time, and have a good life in the future."

   "Finally there is a strong enough lord... The thrilling life of the past six months may finally be able to lead a normal life."

   This is everyone's thoughts.

   No one finds this weird.

  No one thought that there was even the slightest abnormality in what Ian did.

  Because he is indeed very strong, because he can kill three second-level powers within ten minutes, and because he can break through the city alone by driving the armor—he has the power to decide the life and death of disloyal people like them.

   This is Terra.

   This is Terra's noble and lord system.

   This is what makes Terra convenient... and sad.

"Let's go back."

There is nothing to be happy about. Ian clapped his hands after being silent for a while, signaling the end of this conversation: "Tomorrow, we will open a warehouse to release grain. I will smell the fragrance of wheat from every household in Laian City at noon. Take it from the chamber of commerce. If it’s not enough, make up for it yourself.”

   "If you can't make it up, I will cut your flesh. I will do what I say."

The youth's blue eyes were as moist as water, but whether it was the middle class of Laian City, or Scott behind him, or even the other White People soldiers in the hall, they all saw a kind of trembling in their eyes, But inexplicably reassuring.

  As Ian once said to Master Goser.

  In this Nanling full of monsters, aborigines, aliens and all kinds of poisonous monsters, in this primitive and wild pioneering land - no one would appreciate any kind, gentle and tactful leader.

  They need... You can even say that they can't wait to need a leader who is strong enough, ruthless enough, ruthless enough, and single-minded enough to lead the team forward, carry out his will, and win success.

  —As they wished, Ian came.

  So, Lean collar is at peace.

   After all the middle-level members of Laian City left the castle, Ian closed his eyes and meditated for a while.

   "Scott." He said: "I'm going to rest, you come to assign the team's duty rotation."

   "Yes." Scott, who had been standing behind Ian all this time, looked like a sculpture, said seriously: "Are there any other instructions?"

"No more." At this time Ian showed a little tired, but more genuine smile: "I'll just take a nap here for a while. On the contrary, it's you, not a sublimator, remember to arrange more rest time for yourself. Tomorrow You are busy with some."

  Scott nodded quickly, and he also showed a hearty smile: "I will."

  Scott will soon go to command the rest.

   And Ian also sat there, slowly closing his eyes.

  He didn't doze off, and he didn't rest.

  At this moment, the teenager's consciousness sank into a void, preparing for a daily meditation exercise.

  Then, he realized that the battle he experienced during the day had actually brought him a... which made him feel somewhat unexpected.

  (end of this chapter)