High Above

"Your Excellency Pudd!"

The patrolling guards recognized Elder Purdue, and they knew very well that the other party was an old friend of Viscount Grant and a local civil affairs adjutant. Although in theory it was only to assist the imperial government in managing the Bai people, it was useless for ordinary soldiers like them. Doubtful sir.

——Not to mention their immediate boss, Vice-captain Red of the guard is also a white citizen.

A black-bearded soldier in light armor with a conspicuous red nose stepped forward and smiled flatteringly: "Are you planning to leave the city when you come here? It's already evening and the main gate is closed. I'll take you to the other side... "

"No need, I'm here to show this little guy to the world." The old man raised his hand, interrupting the other's hospitality: "How many 'flies' are there today? I guess there should be quite a few."

He said lightly, "Take us to have a look."

The soldier looked sideways at Ian. He seemed to be thinking of something, so he shook his beard and said with a rough smile, "Is it the child who survived the natives and turned back to kill him? I said why there are so many flies today."

He wisely didn't say much, but led the way for Elder Purdue and Ian.

The city wall of Harrison Port has collapsed a lot due to the successive thunderstorms and the catastrophic wind eight years ago. The north and east walls have not been completely repaired so far, but the west side is adjacent to the indigenous autonomous region, so priority is given to restoration.

But even so, due to various reasons, there are still several sections of the city wall that have not been repaired, and only a wooden fence has been set up to enclose a sorted open space, leading to the other side of the river by a pontoon bridge.

This is the private trading point between Harrison Port and the Sequoia natives.

Ian looked around the trading point. In the center was a pile of resin-scented bonfires to drive away mosquitoes and ants, while all kinds of furs, animal meat and strange herbs were hung on simple brackets and wooden boards, waiting for visitors to choose.

Several merchants were squatting behind the goods, chatting with each other about colorful topics, laughing rough from time to time, and making a few obscene gestures.

The red-nosed soldier walked into the trading point, and immediately stunned the merchants who were scrambling to sell their products. The merchants seemed to be planning to get up and say hello, but they sat back obediently after seeing the soldier's serious expression, and looked at Yi with curiosity and nervousness. En et al.

——Inspection by a big shot? This is really rare.

Even if there are rich people in the city who want to buy local specialties, they usually send their servants to buy them...

"Bourne, how many flies are there today?"

Walking straight to a lame merchant, the red-nosed soldier said bluntly, "Your Excellency Pude wants to see it."

"ah?"

The lame merchant obviously didn't expect that he was being inspected by a big man. He was stunned for a while, and then he stood up under the impatient urging of the red-nosed soldier, nodded and bowed to Elder Pude with some puzzlement: "Your Excellency, Your Excellency , please see..."

Behind him is a wheelbarrow, covered by a dirty hide, even the resinous scent of the campfire at the trading point can't cover the rancid smell, and even the red-nosed soldier is embarrassed , couldn't help taking a slight step back.

Ian was slightly taken aback by this.

He had smelled this extremely unpleasant rancid smell before.

That was the smell emitted when he killed his uncle Oceana and his uncle's body rotted by the lake and was dissected by him.

The lame peddler uncovered the animal skin and smiled flatteringly at Elder Pude and Ian: "The flies have been here for the past two days..."

He seemed to say something later, but all Ian's attention was on the 'goods' in the trolley.

corpse.

Placed in the trolley were several aborigine corpses with distorted limbs, dark skin, and strange patterns!

"The natives are still hostile to us. They will send out spies from time to time to investigate the situation in the city, and we will also send out scouts to find out what's going on in the forest."

Noticing that Ian's eyes were firmly locked on the pile of corpses, he felt that the boy was probably stroked by Elder Purdue who was shocked. He stared at the corpses in front of him and said calmly: "All the found indigenous spies are here. , the natives of other tribes are willing to pay high prices to buy the corpses of hostile tribes—they are not monolithic and have a tradition of eating corpses, and there are plenty of people in the city who are willing to do this business of recycling corpses.”

"Ian, this is only discovered, and most spies will not be discovered."

The old man didn't say what would happen if the scouts in Port Harrison were discovered by the natives... because we all know that the natives never waste food.

At this moment, the sound of heavy footsteps came from outside the trade point.

"Old Bourne, here are two new ones. If you don't get eaten by those beasts this time, you've made a lot of money. You have to buy us a drink when you come back!"

Two soldiers in armor and with light crossbows hanging from their waists pushed a cart, talking and laughing loudly.

They walked into the trade point, and soon noticed the red-nosed soldier and Elder Pudd—the expressions of the two soldiers froze immediately, and their words stopped immediately.

"look."

The white-haired old man turned his head and motioned for Ian to look: "Although you may not be able to tell the difference, they are the spies of the tribe who wanted to take you and Elan away as sacrifices."

"Unexpectedly..."

Mumbling to himself, Ian could of course tell the difference.

The tattoos of each Aboriginal tribe are different, and the tattoos on the cart behind Old Bourne are obviously different, and they come from several different tribes.

But the corpses shot to death by the crossbow pushed by the soldiers were very similar to the shaman he killed!

"Ian, the city is not safe. The natives will pay with blood, and they will try to kill you—kill anyone who makes them bleed."

Elder Pude's voice sounded, calm and indifferent: "We are the same. This is a blood feud that has lasted for decades, or even hundreds of years."

"After reading it, do you remember? Then let's go."

The old man threw a thaler and a few Bisons, making the soldiers present and the lame old Bourne grateful. He took Ian, who seemed to be still shaken by the corpse, and left the trade point: "Don't think that the city is safe, Not to mention a person running out to buy things ... the danger is everywhere, especially these days."

"Do you know the way back?"

Leaving the Weirong Office and coming to Central Avenue, the old man lowered his head, let go of the hand he had been holding, and said gently to Ian, "Do you want me to send someone to take you home?"

"I know." Ian replied in a low voice: "No, thank you elder."

The elder nodded: "Then go home, don't come out alone at night these days."

"Well, yes, elder."

Pud watched Ian obediently agree to his words, and then left with some hesitation.

Halfway through, the boy turned his head again. After realizing that the old man was still watching him, he continued to trot nervously and disappeared around the corner of the street.

"It's pretty cool to pretend to be good...Stinky boy, I promised well that I would not go back alone, but in the end I went home alone without hesitation."

Staring at the direction where Ian disappeared, squinting his eyes, Elder Purdue shook his head. He said with emotion, "This little guy is not afraid of me, nor those natives."

"This courage and shamelessness, if our family is still in the imperial capital... such a good guy, how brilliant the future will be."

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but smile wryly, and his interest faded: "Forget it."

"If this is the case, I, a dwarf-hybrid white citizen, probably won't be able to become an elder either."

He turned around and left the XC section

Elder Pude's emotion was naturally unknown to Ian.

"call--"

Walking quickly on the dark street that has entered the night, he returned home, closed his eyes, and took a long breath: "This world is really more interesting than I imagined!"

Ian opened his eyes, his pupils were shining, obviously very excited, where did he look submissive when he was with Elder Pude a little bit ago?

At this time, the boy couldn't help muttering to himself: "And sure enough, they also noticed the unreasonableness of Mr. Hilliard killing those natives—if it was the original Oceana, it would be absolutely impossible to kill them." Kill that shaman and the three hunters."

Ian had already thought of this point.

As long as someone who knows Oceana seriously thinks about it, he will definitely notice something wrong.

But so what?

What he wanted to hide was not his psionic power... but Hilliard's identity!

Psykers are not particularly rare in this world, and the Bai Zhimin is a group with a relatively large number of psykers. A boy from the Bai Zhimin awakened psychic powers when he was dying, and helped his uncle kill several natives... It's more reasonable than Ian killing his uncle himself, and then teaming up with a wanted criminal from the empire to pretend to come, right?

As long as you perceive a plausible answer, you will not continue to think deeply. This is a common feature of human beings.

"Moreover, the natives still won't give up and will continue to assassinate me... I need to be on guard, but it's also possible that Elder Pude deliberately scares me, wanting to make me reveal my identity as a psyker and seek asylum."

"The defense of the city has become much stricter. Several aborigines who wanted to sneak in have been killed. If there is no accident, the aborigines will stop in the recent period."

Turning his thoughts back to the native corpses in the trade point, Ian frowned slightly and shook his head: "Anyway, if I want to go out to collect potions and sublimation resources, I'm afraid it will be more dangerous than I imagined."

"But it's not a big deal, at least they never imagined that I will be much stronger than they imagined."

——If he doesn't successfully condense the source seeds and embark on the road to ascension, he won't run out of the city to take risks in a foolish way!

It is true that his psychic power will benefit more the more he is out in the wild, but of course safety is paramount in everything, and only gain is gained if he lives, and he understands everything.

Today was an extremely fulfilling day, and Ian suddenly felt hungry in his stomach, making a gurgling sound.

"Hey, I don't want to think so much."

Laughing, Ian lifted the salmon in his hand and walked to the kitchen: "Let's eat first—the light blue salmon, nourishing the body, must be very delicious, let me think about how to cook it."

After a few seconds, he made a decision.

"Just make salt-grilled salmon."