above the sky

Since leaving Port Harrison yesterday, Ian has noticed that there is something wrong with the birds on the roadside.

Just like when he noticed that his younger brother had the psychic mark left by Weggs on his head.

Today he also saw many psionic fragments scattered on the tops and eyes of some birds, flowing with light blue light.

Those little brittle sparrows who tilt their heads to watch the caravan are the carriers, because they are not afraid of people, so they are also very suitable for this kind of surveillance work-who would have thought that the usual snacks are to monitor their own eyes?

At this time, who else, or in other words, which party can send psionicists to monitor themselves?

Because there are so many, Ian doesn't know.

It must be a major force that can allow a psionicist to monitor himself point-to-point.

But it may be too much to look at one's own power.

Flying Flame, the Ellen family, the Marquis of Barton, as well as Whalesong Cliff and Canaan Moore... Because of the labyrinth incident, they may all be very interested in themselves.

It's hard to pinpoint exactly who.

But he also learned from Viscount Grant.

——Anyway, whoever he is, he will be pushed to Fei Yandi by default.

Imperials like to hear this and will not doubt it.

"I repeat."

The armor is complete, and the blue eyes behind the helmet flicker with the tone, releasing a dangerous atmosphere.

Ian looked around at the caravan who were at a loss, and then quickly became vigilant, and said in a calm and polite tone: "If the traitor does not stand up by himself, but I find it, then I will turn him into an alchemy material."

He whispered to himself, "Just as I'm still worried, after leaving Port Harrison, it's quite difficult to cultivate some biological matrices... It's much easier to have a living vessel."

Everyone obviously heard this self-talk, and they were instantly horrified, and the originally subtle but continuous noise was immediately cut off.

In the caravan, the hunters who were going to participate in the long-distance hunting were immediately separated, and the surrounding area was empty for several meters.

In Terra Continent, in addition to the stereotype that alchemists often have explosions and toxic substances leaking in their studios, biological alchemists are often trapped by people and will kidnap foreigners and homeless people as raw materials for biological experiments. 'This stereotype.

Ian wasn't going to argue. On the contrary, he wished everyone felt dangerous and scary.

Now that he has left his hometown and his younger brother, he doesn't mind being a genuine and terrifying alchemist in the eyes of outsiders.

Moreover, such words can also force out the inner ghost.

Turning on his psionic energy, Ian's eyes swept across the caravan's people one by one. Most of the caravan members are white people, and their perception of him is 'green' - after all, they are all their own people, and they have been favored by him to some extent. The favorability is good.

On the other hand, most of the hunters and herb gatherers are gray and white, which proves that they have no good or bad feelings towards them that can 'influence their choices'.

But just after Ian uttered the threat, a hunter with a slightly embarrassed expression turned light red with a 'deng'.

"There really is."

The young man nodded clearly and said in his heart, "It seems that I guessed correctly. To be able to attract a group of monsters to come over, it really needs an internal response."

With his psychic power, he can't directly tell who is the inner ghost... After all, as long as the inner ghost has no malice towards him.

The inner ghost only needs to complete the other party's task, such as applying some special tracking powder to the caravan's car. This method can't even say who it is aimed at. Ordinarily leave a mark, Ian can't see the other party's treatment of himself. attitude.

But once such a threat is passed, out of self-intimidation and fear, the changes and targeting of emotions become obvious and intense.

However, before Ian could speak, the hunter who accidentally met Ian's eyes blushed, put down the sword in his hand and the bow on his back, and stood up trembling.

This is quite surprising to Ian: "You actually admit it?"

"Master, I, I usually report the price of goods in the market... I didn't expect the other party to be a person from Fei Yandi!"

Hearing Ian's somewhat regretful tone, the hunter who even dared to draw a knife to fight the Reef Devouring Sea Otter in a close-quarters battle was stunned.

Ian is not only a sublime, but also a knight who has been awarded medals. He is also the real manager of this caravan, and even monsters dare not oppose him.

With strength, power and prestige, how dare he speak out loud.

The most important thing is that the hunter is not a fool. When he saw Ian's psychic eyes locked on himself, he knew that he had been exposed... A well-known appraiser must have good eyesight.

Or a psyker, maybe he can read minds?

If that's the case, why don't you confess, how much money did the people from Flying Flame Land give him? Not worth the tough talk.

I have to say that the stereotype of psionicists is also very useful - although "psionics can read minds" is a false news, it does make many people dare not lie to psionics.

"Tie him up."

Without saying much, Ian instructed the guards on the side, and then waved to the crowd: "Everyone, leave, he is the only one. The beasts probably won't come back tonight, everyone has worked hard."

He turned his head and instructed the cook: "Sila, add a meal to the big guy tonight."

"Yes!"

Both the guard and the cook responded in turn, while the dejected inner ghost was tied up and taken aside to await Ian's interrogation.

The result of the interrogation was actually very simple - he didn't lie, he really didn't know that the other party was someone from Flying Flames.

His usual assistance is to help some guys who look like businessmen to collect market information of Port Harrison and surrounding towns and some chambers of commerce.

Including the receipt price of food, iron products, handicrafts, herbs and monster hunting.

As an old hunter who can participate in long-distance hunting, it is really not difficult to find out the data of several familiar chambers of commerce. He feels that this is what other chambers of commerce want to obtain the details of competitors. Anyway, it is not an important thing. Take the money for wine, don't take it for nothing.

As for the 'lure of the reef-devouring sea otter' to attack the caravan, he shouted apologetically.

"I really don't know about this monster attack. I originally planned to fight - if it was me... No, how could I be attracted, I'm not stupid, and they didn't give me so much money. !"

"The truth." Ian ignored the hunter named Qu, he said to the livid chamber of commerce on the other side: "The target of the person in the flying flames is me, it is estimated that they located this guy in some way, and then manipulated the little guy. Animals induce monsters to attack the convoy."

"I'm so sorry, sir, it's our dereliction of duty this time..."

"I said, it's coming for me."

Ian shook his head. Since he became a knight, people who used to call him "Ian" have changed their names to call him Master... and Brin only called him by his first name because he knew him well.

After all, there are so many names, it is normal to choose the one that is least prone to mistakes.

Plus Ian is wearing a helmet now and can't see that too young face, making it easier for others to scream.

He thought for a while, and then said, "Wait tomorrow and daytime, and find a guard to take him back. The Viscount definitely wants to live, and the search for material data in Nanling Town must have no plans."

"I understand." The steward nodded solemnly in response, but then he was startled: "Wait, sir, what are you going to do?"

"What else can be done." Ian, who had already put on the sword, turned his back to the steward: "Of course, it's to get rid of those people in the sky."

——Dare to spy on the test now, and will it be okay later?

How can he leave without unplugging these guys.