High Above

  Chapter 868 The heavens (?) Ian sharing group! (Take leave tomorrow!)

  —I am a dog.

  The old man was walking on some mottled stone avenues, and the Marquis of Barton, who was wearing a hat to hide his identity, was walking in his own city. He looked around the clean and tidy streets, and the pedestrians walked leisurely, and he couldn't help but say this sentence in his heart.

  —an old dog that patrols its own territory and comes out for a walk from time to time.

   Lowering his eyes, the Marquis of Barton heard the melodious sound of an organ not far away. On the street near the sea, a bard set up a table and hung up a signboard, and was concentrating on playing at the moment.

This is a quite capable bard. The Marquis of Barton has often hidden his identity to visit the cities of the South Ridge over the years, but there are only a few bards who can play with different instruments every day like this one. different tunes.

  The stage was a little rusty, and passers-by stopped to watch it. The old Marquis also stopped to listen to the other party's performance for a while, and then left silently.

  dog is not a derogatory adjective.

  In the culture of Terra, the dog is a symbol of loyalty, responsibility, friend, calmness and intimacy.

  Dullimbo's vicious dog, the sharp-toothed knight in the east, and the watchdog of the landkeepers... People praised Barton Henriel for his loyalty and sensitivity, and no abnormality could hide from his sense of smell.

  He can always catch all the sneaky spies who intend to sneak into Nanling most accurately, and he can always see who is not 'loyal' at the first time.

   Yes, he could tell.

   It can be seen that the long and handsome boy with white hair has nothing to do with loyalty.

  The exiled descendant of the Ciehalorvo family, the knight in Harrison Port, who was exiled, had no education related to the empire since he was a child, and he was blinded and confused when he said that he was loyal to the empire.

   But he pushed the young man up. Push up with your best strength.

  Because he could see that the boy had abilities beyond ordinary people.

  The old dog smelled it.

  [Success and fame] taste.

  The humid summer sea breeze swept across the street. An old dog lying in front of the house shook its head and stared at the street entrance with dim eyes.

  It is old, and it has fulfilled all the responsibilities that should be performed, and has achieved all the merits that it should have. The owner likes it very much, and specially made a special kennel for it, which is comfortable and warm enough for it to enjoy its old age.

  It has enough food, and its ability is still there. If there are bandits, it will definitely be able to bark like it did when it was young, to alert its master and protect its own house.

   But it's dying. In other words, it saw its end and smelled danger... The old dog was a little scared.

  Are you afraid of death?

  Of course not, if it is afraid of death, how could it not nest in its own kennel, but continue to lie at the door of the house?

   What it is afraid of is 'not guaranteed at the end of the festival'.

Now, the environment is getting worse and worse. Some time ago, an outsider wanted to invade the house, and the momentum was fierce. Fortunately, it was already prepared to lead the thief into the house and take it down in one fell swoop—but this was only one time. He was old and could no longer go all out Play well several times.

   It's going to die.

   It’s okay to say now, in a few years, if outsiders want to invade the house, will it still be able to move? Can you still throw people down? Can you still scream and protect your family?

  Old Dog has no other extra thoughts. It has always been loyal, courageous, steady and reliable. It just wants to allow itself to have an old age that can keep its fame in the first life...

  A successor who is strong enough and smart enough.

  As for loyalty, that’s none of its business. It’s loyal to its lord, and others have nothing to do with it.

   "When I die, what will my name become?"

   Staring at the old dog in front of him, thinking of this, the Marquis of Barton couldn't help laughing: "Henriel's Bai Yan, or the mediocre governor of Nanling?"

   "If there is no Ian, I'm afraid my result will be the same. I will be a governor safely and securely on the border of the empire. I will retire and die with little fame. Everything will be forgotten, but in general, I can enjoy my old age."

"but…"

  He still wanted a better name engraved on his tombstone.

   Soon, the Marquis came to the beach.

  He stood on the beach and looked up at the high sky above the blue sea.

   There, far away in the sky, an airship is slowly flying in - Canaan Moor and the Empire have communicated with each other, which is a signal that exchanges between the two countries will become more frequent in the future.

   But now, its arrival only means one thing.

  The young man chosen by himself, the speaker of the people of Nanling who secretly supported him, the inspector knight, the messenger of the dragon god... the lord of Xiahui, the Earl of Yinfeng, the prophet of Nanling is about to return.

  —Can he understand what I mean by doing this? He is so young, can he really understand why I support him, and why I let my son take a step back and let him take the top instead?

  —This clever little fox, the eagle soaring in the sky, can understand the deep meaning of this old watchdog like me?

  —Can this ambitious Bai Zhimin really understand the future he has to face?

  The Marquis of Barton didn't know.

  He couldn't see through Ian, just like he couldn't see through his majesty.

  The only people the old dog can see through are those with clear purpose and clear interests—if the enemy wants to invade, he can smell hostility; if there is corruption inside, he can smell greed.

  However, my Majesty, the prince and daughter, and this prophet... are all complicated things.

  They are all monsters whose thoughts and thoughts are far from those of ordinary humans.

  They are all strong men who have surpassed the "human limit" and reached the "fourth energy level", and a "genius" who is destined to advance to the fourth energy level in the future.

  The Marquis of Barton didn't know the answer.

   So he waits.

   Waiting for the coming of the Prophet.

  Time passed, the sun slowly set, and under the brilliance of the setting sun, the airship also slowly landed.

  Not far from the square in the city center, people are already waiting. The city hall of Naumann has arranged for wine and fruit, as well as free cakes and cheap meat. This is a celebration, a celebration of the return of the prophet.

  Officials from the Academy of Gnosis and the Imperial Noble Hall walked out of the airship one after another, and stood respectfully on both sides one after another, forming a road. The knights were silent, guarding with long spears, and behind them, a slender young man with a smiling face stepped out of the airship.

His pupils are warm blue, and his long hair is pure white and clear, hanging on his waist. The silver peak's family crest is tattooed on the white robe on his body, which is an ice blue layer that is difficult for ordinary people to see, but can be seen by the Marquis of Barton. Ripples enveloped his whole body, and a hazy star faintly condensed behind him.

  He already has a heart-light body, and the aura of a goblin is even stronger... Yes, he is indeed more like a goblin than a human. How could Falling Star City let such a genius go?

   Fortunately, it is a goblin, and the empire can accept it. If it is Dragon Island, even if there is an ancient contract, the emperor will be angry.

  The Prophet smiled and looked around at all the people who greeted him, the knights and officials who bowed to him and stood guard on both sides of him-even the nobles were among them.

  The nobles in Nanling are mostly barons, and there are only a few viscounts. They are the supervisors of the places of exile at the junction of the South China Sea, the Southeast China Sea and the Western Mountains. There is no earl in Nanling, only a marquis governor. This is a proof that Nanling has not been fully developed and is not a 'king's land'.

   And now, the first Earl of Nanling was born.

   right in front of their eyes.

  So even those sublimated nobles who were also emperors in their own territories took the trouble to come to Nauman City to welcome the return of the earl who represented a new signal and a new era... to welcome the prophet who guided their way.

  The Marquis of Barton is old, and everyone knows who will rule Nanling in the future.

  The Marquis of Barton stood at the end of the carpet in the airship aisle, while the white-haired earl walked down the steps of the airship and stepped on the carpet.

  The young man looked up and saw the old man.

  —Will he respect me?

  —Can he understand me?

  —Can he know the meaning of this welcome?

  —Can he understand that I, Barton Henriel, summoned all the nobles and officials in the South Ridge to come here to greet him, is it to explain something?

  All thoughts are like dandelions in the wind, spinning and drifting away.

  Because the voice of surprise from young people broke all myths.

   "Master Marquis!"

The Prophet, who was supposed to be dignified and steady, took the posture of a great Nanling aristocrat, opened his arms happily when he saw the old superior, stepped forward with joy on his face, and walked forward quickly: "You have come to welcome me too. It makes me so happy and ashamed.”

   "I wanted to take the initiative to visit you, but you really don't need to pick me up at the scene!"

  He is so sincere, so heartfelt, and sincere—if it wasn’t for Barton who could fully see that it was too real, and therefore had some false acting skills, he might have been moved by it.

No.

   Even if he could see it, he was very moved.

"well."

   Taking a step forward, the Marquis of Barton reached out to hug the young Bai Zhimin who was walking quickly, and patted him on the back vigorously. The old man whispered in the other's ear: "You are still so smart, so sensible, and so thoughtful."

   "I know you're acting, but you actually have bad intentions, but I still like you from the bottom of my heart."

   "Wonderful praise, my lord."

   In this regard, the young man’s sincere voice sounded: “You are the one who is so sensible, so cautious and yet dare to make a choice, I admire you very much.”

   "Only a smart person like you deserves my respect from the bottom of my heart."

  Both parties let go of their hands and hug each other.

Ian Yinfeng didn't seem to care about his Earl status at all, a prophetic status that was equal to any great noble in the empire. He bowed his head deeply to the Marquis of Barton, and made a salute from a junior to an elder: "If it wasn't for the Marquis My lord's great love and support will never achieve what I have achieved today."

  —He lowered his head.

  —He still respects me.

  —He understood exactly what I was saying, got my thoughts.

  So, in his heart, the Marquis of Barton also lowered his head.

  So the smarter and cunning people are, the more they respect others.

  This may be the original meaning of respect—both sides bow to each other, understand each other, and achieve each other.

  So we can cooperate and climb to higher heights.

  —My king, do you still respect me? That's why Ian was honored as the earl, so that he can prevent me from giving up all my previous efforts and not being guaranteed at the end of the day?

maybe. The Marquis of Barton no longer thought about these things.

   "All of this is due to your own hard work and talent. Earl Silver Peak, please come, everyone is waiting for you."

Patting Ian on the shoulder, the Marquis of Barton motioned for others to follow, then turned around and walked towards the city hall side by side with Ian: "The people in the square are still celebrating, and you will have a speech later. Just say something."

   "Are you ready?"

"certainly."

  Facing the question of the Marquis of Barton, the young earl smiled slightly, and he seemed a little impatient to say: "I have already made all the preparations."

   "It's just that, Lord Marquis, I have one more thing I need you to help me prepare."

   "What is it?" Marquis Barton said, "You say, others will do it."

   "It's like this, Lord Marquis, I need a large amount of raw materials for the 'Brightness Potion' and a large amount of raw materials for the 'Fear Potion'."

  The youngest alchemy genius in the empire, even the master alchemist, made a request that made the Marquis of Barton feel a little confused: "The quality should be good, and there should be no impurities."

   "Don't worry, there will be no problem, I will be of great use."

  The Marquis of Barton looked at Ian seriously.

  Understanding what the other party meant, he stared at the boy's face seriously, and questioned, "Is it necessary?"

   "The face is not enough."

  The prophet said frankly: "And since it is a lie, why not exaggerate it."

   "Trust me, there are no side effects, I promise."

  “…Young people play real flowers…”

  The Marquis of Barton sighed, he waved his hand, called a messenger, and then gave instructions.

  After instructing, he turned his head and looked at Ian: "The materials will be delivered later. You can refine it yourself, so don't make any mistakes."

   "Well. Help me prepare some atomizers, I will use the source quality to control myself."

  All the pre-requirements have been prepared, and Ian came to the Nauman City Municipal Alchemy Room.

   And here, waiting for the arrival of the "speech potion material", he didn't think about how the next "manuscript" or "potion" should be said and how to use it.

   In front of his forehead, a crown of stars lit up.

The cross shapes are intertwined to form a crown. These blue gemstones are dim in color, and there is no light shining in them... However, at the very front of the crown, there are two star cores that flicker slightly, shining light from time to time, illuminating the sky. The scarlet and blazing core.

   And now, the third gemstone leaning to the left, on the side of the scarlet worm path, lit up with an extremely bright golden light.

  This brilliance is like a star bursting out... no, it is the star bursting out.

  【Guiding Star】

  【Road to the Extinct Star】

   "... I really didn't expect that the people of Nanling had already been 'guided' by me before I even started giving a speech?"

Sitting on the chair in the alchemy laboratory, Ian slightly opened his eyes, with a faint smile on his mouth: "It seems that this is the result of the Marquis of Barton sincerely treating me as a 'successor'... Yes, I am already an earl, It is the second largest noble in Nanling."

   "And the most noble governor, the Marquis of Barton, will no longer govern and interfere with me, so using my ability to guide the entire Nanling is not a matter of turning back?"

   Smiling lightly, Ian's eyes also lit up with a blue light: "Alright, the guiding star becomes stronger, and it will allow me to see more truths and get more technology."

   This is the first time he fully activated his heart light body 'Guiding Star' after he knew his own essence and transformed into a fairy.

   And the moment it started, the boy's expression changed slightly: "Oh? There's already feedback?"

   "This is... the battle report of the swarm path? Did he listen to my advice?"

  In the guiding star, within the scarlet gemstone, faintly transmitted information originating from parallel time and space.

  It was the neighing of the swarm, and it was also a thankful 'like' and 'good review', as well as 'reward'.

  Obviously, He was very satisfied with Ian’s previous opinions and technology. Ian, the insect swarm in the parallel time and space, is estimated to have overcome a difficulty now, so he began to “give back” to the prophet Ian to “reward”.

  The real ability of the Guiding Star is officially starting to function at this moment!

   Recently, my schedule has resumed! But the body and the update time have not fully recovered. Take a day off tomorrow, adjust it, conceive the next new plot, and then resume the update at 8 o'clock in the morning! The amount of updates will come back slowly, you can trust me!

  (end of this chapter)