above the sky

"Huangguang is above, people are not dead."

When the young nobleman came to the scene and saw the victim who was still breathing, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. The originally angry expression turned cloudy and clear, and the crowd who had been watching had dispersed.

The people of the Imperial City are no different from people in other places. Everyone will be watching, but at least the people of the Imperial City will know that they should leave the venue as soon as some of the fun is over.

Because what happens next is not only uninteresting, but also likely to cause some trouble.

Ian also looked up at the rush of guards and medical staff.

There are not many guards in the imperial capital, but they can always arrive just right when they are needed. It is said that there are monitoring psionics in the entire Midtown. The guards know everything when they are needed, but they don’t really care about everything.

In the imperial capital, everyone knows everything, which is too stupid.

The medical staff, or in other words, the emergency personnel dispatched in an emergency, is a cooperative organization between the local hospital and the Huaiguang Church, and is good at dealing with all kinds of sudden injuries.

As for this leading noble...

Ian looked at the other party. The other party had long red and gold hair. He looked handsome and had a very spiritual feeling. From both sides of his temples, he could see a row of red-gold long feathers that were heating up. It should be some kind of fire demon. Bird's bloodline inheritance.

"Thank you very much for your help, Knight."

The aristocrat noticed Ian from the beginning, and at this moment he stepped forward and shook hands with Ian enthusiastically: "You prevented a tragic incident from happening on the streets of the imperial capital, we and the victims will be grateful to you."

"Your name, please?" he asked politely.

"Ian."

The white-haired boy shook hands with the other party, and after hearing that Ian didn't mention his surname, the young noble frowned slightly, and then there was some joy - which Ian with the silver chip could detect.

But he still smiled and said: "I'm Waldo of the Norca family. Please forgive the recklessness of my staff. He didn't honk the horn when he drove the transporter, and this poor victim probably never saw the transporter. There was no time to dodge... what a tragedy, please allow me to apologize for them."

"Actually, I have nothing to be unhappy about. There are free laboratory personnel to test my medicines, and I don't have to sign a volunteer contract, which saves a lot of trouble."

Ian calmly took his hand out of Waldo's overly enthusiastic hand, and he smiled calmly: "It's not your fault, Mr. Waldo, no need to apologize, the driver has already apologized. Many times, the victim may need to receive related treatment, please let the emergency personnel come up."

"Yes."

Waldo stepped aside, and the first aid team headed by the priest of Huaiguang came to the victim whose leg had been cut off and frozen.

"The vital signs are stable." "The bleeding has stopped, and the vital activity is 1152% of the normal value. I am pregnant, what kind of medicine is this?"

"Be careful, don't break the ice layer, that's for hemostasis... What about universal plasma? Get ready to inject."

"Sir, are you awake? I advise you to be in a coma for a while, and then we will inject anesthesia." "Are you the victim's family? Please come with us, and then we will talk about the treatment process... …”

And just as the emergency personnel were dealing with it, the priest of Huaguang came to Ian.

He drew two concentric circles, one large and one small, on his chest, and said in a respectful tone: "This knight, forgive me, but what kind of medicine did you inject this gentleman before? It works very well, we I want to know the specific data, so as to cooperate with the follow-up treatment and regeneration process."

"The general regenerative medicine has been modified to a certain extent, which can enhance the regeneration force and stimulate the production of totipotent cells. It is a new method under the process of Sora's strengthening theorem."

Ian gave the standard answer: "No one has used the specific effect except myself. That gentleman is the first one. I also need to collect his relevant data. I think we can share it."

"Thank you for your generosity, knight, for that fee..."

Ian nodded: "You don't have to give me money, remember to take care of my experimental subjects."

"Thank you for your generosity." The clergyman nodded earnestly as well. He directed the team to take the car accident victims out of the place, and the guards had already begun to clean the scene, and even the transporter was driven by a new driver, Continue your task.

"Does this make you happy, knight, this thing is precious, I dare not do this... um. Give it out."

While Waldo watched the whole process, he was quite surprised by Ian's choice: "And this is your unique improvement potion, right? Sharing data with the church is not a wise alchemist's move."

It can be seen that this young noble is actually fighting for Ian: "Also, I can see that your regeneration potion is very powerful... It is not the medicinal material or the formula itself, but your technique."

"It's too cheap to let the Huaiguang Church get their hands like this!"

"Maybe I have better potions and techniques."

Ian didn't explain much, looked at the place where the bloodstains were before, and asked thoughtfully: "I'm sorry, I haven't been here for a long time, Mr. Waldo, are there any regulations?"

"No more. The victim is properly dealt with, the driver will be retrained later, the matter is over. We will provide a portion of the victim's treatment costs, to be honest, he did not avoid the transport vehicle, it can't be all the driver's Wrong—after all, he's on an urgent mission for the Alchemy Association."

Waldo shrugged, if someone died, then maybe things would be a little troublesome, but it would just be to lose money and fire employees: "Are you here to participate in the alchemist assessment? It's hard to imagine such a young elite alchemist. Who is your teacher?"

"I don't know, Knight Ian, am I fortunate enough to invite you to a later dinner party?"

He invited Ian, and the white-haired boy staring at the road seemed to react. He smiled slightly, but declined: "Alchemist assessment? Ah, indeed. But I'm sorry, Mr. Waldo, I already have an appointment. I am going to the seventh floor to meet Mr. Isengard of the Ellen family, which is really regrettable."

"Oh? The Ellen family..."

When he heard Ian declined at first, Waldo was obviously unhappy, but when he heard the Ellen family later, the member of the Norka family thought of something, and then looked at Ian seriously.

——The badge of the patrol knight, so young, white people, so good-looking, and... as expected, there are goblins to accompany.

He noticed Bian An and Frost Butterfly who were waiting on the side, and he knew it immediately.

Waldo immediately changed his expression of surprise and admiration: "Are you the guest of the Ellen family? I'm rude, it seems that I was a bit presumptuous and delayed your appointment."

"I didn't expect that you are even more talented than the rumors - at this age, many alchemists under my family can't compare!"

"Where, I didn't make it clear at first."

Ian also replied softly: "It was a pleasant conversation, but please forgive me for leaving, I've been delayed a lot of time here, I'm afraid I'll be late."

"I was the one who interrupted."

Waldo took a step back, and Ian turned, leaving with Birch Dark and Frost Butterfly.

Watching the boy of Bai Zhimin leave the street and walk towards the seventh floor area, the young nobleman with red-blond hair narrowed his eyes slightly.

His originally enthusiastic expression gradually turned cold: "A commoner who doesn't even have a surname, what kind of pretence...Even Isengard wouldn't reject my invitation so directly."

He shook his head a little unhappily: "Spending so much money to save a civilian...experimental materials? Alchemists are really a bunch of freaks. Forget it, at least one problem has been solved, let's go back and continue drinking."

Ian, who left the street, could still hear this self-talk.

"Freak." He whispered to himself, then smiled: "Maybe. It's a good title."