High Above

  Chapter 723 Feiyan can do anything, they are really unimaginable beasts (5800)

  【At the end of March 774 on Terra, I, Baron Silver Peak, led by Ian Aljomon and led by Xiahui, were attacked by the Dragon Cult in the jungle southwest of Sanhe City】

[This group of Dragon Worship Cultists is composed of various forces, headed by the Canaan Moor Dragon Worship Cult, supplemented by Feiyandi and Cangtian Royal Court Worship Dragon Worship, three second-level sublimators and seven first-level energy level, a total of ten people]

  【Their attack not only caused great damage to my convoy, but also endangered our country’s territorial security and despised our country’s majesty】

  【I was so angry that I tried my best to fight against it. After paying a huge price, with the help of Viscount Harrison Port and Ayers Grant, I successfully defeated the enemy and captured all three second-level sublimators】

  【Although we won, we still paid a huge price. In order to defeat them, my team suffered huge casualties and losses, and the viscount Grant, who helped me out, was even more damaged by the ether arm.]

  【My loss is insignificant, but Viscount Grant, who defeated the cult troops and successfully maintained our country's territorial security, who revived our country's prestige, should be commended】

   "How do you like writing this?"

  Anyun Town, a quiet town located between Three Rivers City and Harrison Port, is also where Xiahui leads the team.

  In the house lit with insect repellent incense, Ian handed the report he just finished to the smiling Viscount Grant on the other side.

   "The handwriting looks better, Ian."

   After receiving the report, Viscount Grant did not read the content, but praised Ian's handwriting without hesitation—the boy's handwriting has been clean and tidy since he first learned it, and has a lot of charm. The more he read it, the more he liked it.

  For those high-level officials, especially local high-level nobles who need to read a lot of handwritten reports every day, it is very painful for their subordinates to write ugly characters.

   Just identifying what they wrote is already enough of a headache, and if there are still smudges and alterations, I can't wait to call them to the office to reprimand them.

  But this kind of trivial matter is unnecessary, and they have no time to learn to change it. Generally speaking, it is a headache.

  No matter where you are, people with good handwriting will have an advantage, unless the future fast forwards to an era where people don't need to write.

  However, even though he appreciates Ian's writing, Viscount Grant still pointed out many areas that need to be revised in Ian's previous reports based on his years of experience.

   "Don't write about the Xiahui team you are in. Although it is true, it will give the impression that 'you are doing this to protect your own property' and will reduce points."

With a glance, the Viscount said deftly: "Just change it to 'the civilian convoy passing through Sanhe City', which highlights the innocence and fragility of the convoy, as well as the feeling of suffering disasters for no reason when passing by. In this way, it seems that you are faithfully fulfilling your It's the duty of the nobility."

   "The attack should also be changed to 'raid' to increase the sense of tension. This detail is also critical."

   "Understood!"

  Ian, with a bandage wrapped around his head (actually not injured at all), nodded solemnly and took notes, while Qing Chao stood aside with a blank face, completely unable to understand what the two were struggling with.

   This is of course not the end, Viscount Grant has just begun, and he pointed out in detail for Ian the insufficiency of his report.

"Secondly, you don't need to name the Dragon Worship Cult. Although everyone pretends not to know, basically everyone in Nanling knows that you are also a member of the Dragon Worship Cult. If you name the Dragon Worship Cult, everyone will think this is a Dragon Worship Cult. Internal disputes—I suggest changing it to 'other country's special forces'."

   "I didn't lie, and I can borrow the bad reputation of the Feiyan special forces in Nanling recently to earn some sympathy points."

"Next, don't write the name Canaan Moore. Didn't the imperial capital announce the alliance between our country and Canaan Moore some time ago? Don't make any speeches that affect the friendship between the two countries, just write... led by Fei Yandi, King of Heaven It should be supplemented by the court and the special forces of other countries formed by other countries. Everyone knows who the other countries are, but don’t write them out.”

Speaking of this, Viscount Grant was obviously excited, he pointed to the map beside him and said to Ian: "Especially Flameland, there have been any monster attacks in the territory recently, accidental losses, or disasters, it doesn't matter. Push it to Flameland."

"Ian, you have only recently become a lord. You must remember not to shoulder everything by yourself. If you have any responsibilities, you must remember to pass the blame on to others...Whether it is mountain people or aboriginals, other lords can undoubtedly do it. , it really doesn’t work, let’s talk about the natural environment or monsters, in the end, I really can’t find an excuse, and then pretend to be brave.”

   "But as long as there is a flying flame land, it must be used, otherwise the higher-ups will not be happy and will not approve the maintenance fee."

   "Isn't that going too far?"

  Although Ian has known it for a long time, he also pretended to be innocent at the moment: "It's easy to say anything else, but if my own policy made a mistake and accidentally caused serious consequences..."

   "Don't worry, just push it off."

  Viscount Grant said without hesitation: "Flying Flame can do anything, they are really unimaginable beasts."

   "If it wasn't for them, how could you make a mistake? It's definitely their fault!"

  After teaching Ian his experience as a lord, the Viscount continued to read the report: "Then, the number of casualties is too small."

   "Although the opponent is indeed an elite team of sublimators, the number of ten people can't give people an intuitive sense of threat. I think... well, let's just fifty people, and it happens to get forty more bounties from ordinary special forces."

Lieutening aid and bounty is indeed Viscount Grant's special skill. When he said these words, he looked extremely sophisticated, and even his expression cheered up, as if his whole body was glowing, very chic: "The next thing you say is good. ——You should go online and talk about national security and national dignity, otherwise, where will the imperial capital care about your losses? It’s just a big deal.”

   "It is necessary to sublimate this matter to the insidious and shameless special forces of other countries, sneak attack on our civilian team, and finally be stopped by the heroic imperial nobles. This is in line with the correct narrative!"

"But then, your 'extreme price' is too simple, add more, a little more tragic, for example, dozens of people died... Well, too much is not good, it seems that you are incompetent. Too little is not good, it seems unreal .”

   "In that case, about twenty or so, just ask for more pensions, and we will share the quota equally."

   "No, how can it be fifty-five points." Ian smiled and waved his hand to decline: "Of course you get 70%, and it's the fuel fee for Zhenglan's dispatch."

   "You're welcome." The Viscount also sincerely declined: "I still can't see that this is a gift from you? I accept it, and you also took a risk this time."

"Think of it as a birth gift for little Komit (the name of the Viscount's unborn child)." Ian insisted, and Viscount Grant couldn't continue to refuse, he nodded and said with a smile: "That's how it is." .”

   Next, there is nothing to fine-tune.

  Ian collected the revised report and asked Qingchao to entrust a messenger to send it to Nauman City.

   "He is also at the second energy level. He was at the peak before, and indeed has potential. You have found a good helper."

   Qing Chao left the room, Viscount Grant turned his eyes away from the swordsman and turned to Ian.

   "Amazing."

He sincerely sighed: "It's only been a year, Ian, you have grown to the point where you can be on an equal footing with me. I have no doubt that the Yinfeng family will prosper in your hands, and even return to the imperial capital again to achieve real success. glory."

   "I am sincerely happy about this and wish you well."

   "Where. It was you who surprised me."

Ian lowered his head slightly, accepting this blessing, he smiled and said to the Viscount: "You are about to reach the third level? By then, with the surrender of the Sequoia natives, the actual jurisdiction of Harrison Port will expand It can cover the entire Greater Sequoia forest area and the Elephant Bone Mountain area, and even the West Sequoia area.”

   "At that time, it's time to call you 'Lord Marquess Grant'!"

   "Haha." The Viscount shook his head indifferently: "These are trivial matters. The title and reputation are empty titles. Only the strength of ourselves and our descendants is the real focus of our nobles."

  “In the past, I have always wondered what exactly is needed for the third energy level? I have never been able to figure it out, and I have always been obsessed with improving myself, but I can’t make progress.”

   "But after I really figure out what I want, my strength will naturally improve, and I don't pay much attention to this aspect."

   "When I no longer regard pure strength as the first priority, my strength has improved step by step... Thinking about it carefully, maybe this is also thanks to you, Ian."

   Saying so, the Viscount turned his head and looked in the direction of Harrison Port.

  He said softly: "If you didn't bring new hope to Old Pude, I would also feel curious and want to try to cultivate the next generation..."

   "I don't know...it turns out that all this is so important to me."

  Ian could tell that Viscount Grant's speech and behavior were much milder than those of nine years ago.

  Even the demeanor of the whole person doesn't look like it used to, giving people a sense of danger.

  This is normal—a person who is finally going to be a father and finally figured out his "dream" can be so peaceful and indifferent.

  Ian is very clear that Viscount Grant's obsession lies in 'family'.

Through the few words Patrick revealed in the South China Sea Labyrinth and the information Ian collected in the imperial capital, Ian can know that Viscount Grant's childhood life was very lonely. His parents were away from home all year round and struggled outside. Growing up, the number of friends is not many.

  When he grew up, his parents and grandma passed away one by one. He came from the imperial capital to the unfamiliar Harrison Port, fighting for everything he never expected, that is, family, territory and people, and almost lost his life several times.

  Of course he was confused about this, even puzzled and angry.

Viscount Grant's talent is actually not bad. Although he is a mess in alchemy, he can be said to be far superior to Patrick in terms of practice. Patrick has never won against Viscount Grant, whether it was playing around as a child or in a duel when he grew up. , he felt that he was a genius at the same level as his elder brother.

   But the problem is that Patrick's eldest brother, Marquis Ellen, is the fourth energy level, while Viscount Grant only has the second energy level.

  In addition to potions and resources, the biggest reason is that Marquis Ellen obviously found what he wanted long ago, and he has been fighting persistently.

   But Viscount Grant has never been found.

  It wasn't until his child was about to be born that this man understood that he just wanted a foundation that would make him feel at ease, a family and people he could pay for.

(This is probably the reason why Viscount Grant was able to advance to the third energy level soon after the birth of his child. This is true for both insect swarms and spiritual disasters... Only when human beings settle down and work hard for one thing can they truly develop Push your limits)

The foresight confirmed the reality, coupled with the powerful aura released by the Viscount when he was driving the 'Zhenglan', Ian could vaguely sense that the Viscount Grant at this moment is really only one step away from the third energy level - the Viscount in the past would not be able to do so because of Yian. Unable to control and guarded, Eun is now able to send blessings from the heart.

  This is not a sign of weakness, but a proof of inner strength.

  Elder Manya's obsession is 'the prosperity of the mountain people', Viscount Grant's obsession is 'belonging to his own family', and Earl Phoenix of the imperial capital is undoubtedly 'the preservation and continuation of knowledge'.

  The obsessions of these strong men are simple and easy to understand, just like Ian's own "knowing everything you want to explore".

  As long as they walk on this road, they can grow at the fastest speed.

  And if Viscount Grant really becomes the third level, becoming the second Marquis-level nobleman in Nanling, it will be a great thing for Ian.

  Since then, the two speakers in Nanling have supported him, and they are even partners. Doesn’t he, Ian, do whatever he wants?

   "What about those captives?"

   Viscount Grant was very happy for this attack.

   No matter how the higher-ups respond to his and Ian's letter of invitation for credit, the enemy's ascendant will definitely give credit in this regard.

   It's all for nothing anyway, and he can't lose money.

  However, the Viscount also knows that these are essentially Ian’s spoils, and his own share is a gift from Ian, but how to deal with it depends on Ian’s ideas.

   "Let's be detained in Port Harrison first, and we will interrogate when we have time, and we can talk about other things after squeezing out more value."

  Ian looked down at his feet. That was the basement where the prisoners were held. The three cadre-level members of the Dragon Worship Cult were forcibly fed alchemy potions at this moment, and the five senses were closed and paralyzed there.

  If it is an alchemy potion refined by a local alchemist in Nanling, with the resistance of these dragon blood holders, they may find a chance to resist or even escape at any time.

   But meeting Ian, a master alchemist who has done human experiments on countless people and has incomparably rich experience, it is impossible for their fluke to become a reality.

   "Then I'll take them back to Port Harrison first."

  Nodding slightly, Viscount Grant could not walk slowly with Ian's convoy, and Ian said relaxedly, "See you later, Viscount."

   "When we return to the port, we will determine the next cooperation."

   "I'm looking forward to it. Everyone is looking forward to it."

  Viscount Grant left.

At this moment, Qing Chao just came back. He watched the back of Viscount driving Zhenglan and flying back to Port Harrison with three iron cages containing three Dragon Worship cadres at high speed. The control of the source quality can be said to be arbitrary... The cloud sea tsunami just now, I thought it would affect me, but I didn't expect it, the wave circled around me and left."

   "City-level wide-area attacks can be controlled, even if it is armed with ether... I am still far away."

As a sublimator of the water system, Qing Chao has a deep understanding of Viscount Grant's strength, and Ian patted him on the shoulder, saying indifferently: "What are you worried about, Viscount Grant has the highest bloodline, which is the fourth-level Abyssal Lizard Whale , and your Tidebringer has a fifth energy level at the very top."

   "Although you are indeed not as strong as him, you have great potential!"

   "Thank you, boss, for your encouragement."

Qing Chao shrugged, he stopped thinking about these things, but turned to another question: "However, should the Viscount really take away those assassins of the Dragon Cult? Boss, you are not guessing, they are around Port Harrison There must be support personnel... If you let them know that your assassination team failed and all important members were captured, they will definitely try to rescue..."

  Ian turned his head and glanced at Qing Chao.

  He didn't say a word, Qing Chao suddenly realized: "Viscount Grant also knows? You deliberately lured the remaining people to show up, so you divided up like this?!"

  Ian nodded. Of course, such a simple thing does not require him to communicate with Viscount Grant, it is a waste of time, it is better to exchange a few words of nonsense to stimulate affection.

   And Qing Chao was able to think of this, although it was a bit slow, but it also made him quite satisfied.

   "Let's go, get ready to go."

   Saying so, Ian walked out of the room.

  He raised his head and looked outside at the clear sky due to Viscount Grant's previous attack: "It's a good sign that someone will give credit for nothing as soon as you come back."

   Staring at the sun above his head, the boy smiled and said, "I can't wait to go back to my hometown."

  So the team set off in the spring and warm wind.

  The wind blew up along the coast, and it was the morning three days later.

  The moist and warm spring breeze passed through the densely tree-covered forest road, and moved forward with a convoy full of goods and equipment.

The soles of the camel beast stepped on the small puddles on the road, shaking out pieces of water, and with the constant ringing of the bell around the neck, the breeze blew away the white mist around the lake and forest, making the end of the forest road change. It became clearer, and the familiar Far South port could be vaguely seen.

  Harrison Harbor was already in sight, and Xiahui led the convoy at a faster pace, and as they approached the gate of the port along the official road, a large group of white-haired people could be seen waiting at the gate.

   Those are the white people in Port Harrison... They are waiting with great anticipation for the Patriarch who will lead the revival of the family.

  Of course, it’s not just the people of Bai—those people that Ian had helped also gather here.

  Seeing this scene, the young lord slowly came to the front on his mount.

  Ian smiled, and he raised his hand high, signaling to the clansmen who greeted him.

   Then, bursts of cheers rang out from the originally peaceful city gate.

   "Ian! Ian!"

   "Our pride is back!"

   "Patriarch, we respect and love you!"

  —I'm back, beginning.

  At the gate of the city, people also raised their hands, cheering and letting their voices resound in all directions.

  Amidst the well-intentioned welcome, Ian turned over and left his mount, stepping on the avenue home.

  He saw that in the depths of the crowd, Elder Pudd and Elan, who was also cheering, were waving and smiling to welcome him back.

  A rare, warm feeling emerged in the boy's heart.

   In a trance, he seemed to see some visions of the past... A tall figure was also here to welcome him back.

"teacher…"

   The trance was only for a moment, he shook his head to wake himself up.

  Ian led the convoy on foot towards the city, feeling calm in his heart: "In any case, I have completed the first step."

"Starting from Harrison Port, I have become the lord of a place, with my own foundation - I have my own supporters, my own followers and investors, I have my base and basic plate, and the direction of future development .”

   "And now, I'm back to the beginning. Not to miss the past, but to take the second step again."

   "In order to extend commercial routes to other countries, the trade fleet in Port Harrison is necessary."

   "Not to mention, the base deep in the South China Sea..."

   Staring at the gate of Harrison Port, looking around at the cheering white people on both sides.

  Ian's gaze didn't stop. Looking into the distance with his blue eyes, he also overlooked the Viscount's Mansion here and the South China Sea Labyrinth farther away.

   That was his real goal.

at the same time.

  South China Sea Grand Labyrinth, Crystal Lake.

"Oh?"

  The huge steel-clad shark seemed to have noticed something. It turned its head and looked in the direction of Harrison Harbor, and couldn't help but feel refreshed: "Oh! (The boss is back!

Realizing this, Shasha became excited. After swimming around the crystal lake for several times, it took off in the air and came to the place where the dragon egg in the center of the crystal island was: "Oh! (Don't stay here too! Here, the boss is coming back!)”

  The crystallized dragon egg did not respond.

   It just rocked slightly.

   It is also waiting.

  Waiting for the existence that can guide its true future.

   Early update!

  (end of this chapter)