High Above

"The battle is over."

From the heights of Harrison Port, Ian, who was watching from a distance, withdrew his gaze and whispered to himself: "The teacher said that if the patrol knight didn't find any clues, he wouldn't make a move."

"From this point of view, the other party still discovered the teacher's true identity, which made the teacher make up his mind."

The boy took a deep breath, now is not the time to be upset.

He calmly analyzed: "Now we have to go home and wait. If the teacher does not receive a signal within five minutes, it means the situation is critical."

With heavy thoughts, Ian returned home, Elan was waiting for him to come back, and the tender little face was also a little uneasy.

Although Ian and Hilliard didn't say anything, the boy was very keen in this regard and noticed something was wrong: "Brother?"

"Don't worry, Elan...I'll send you to Elder Pudd for a while later, remember to be good."

"Uh-huh."

Holding his well-behaved brother in his arms and sitting on a chair, Ian silently waited for the signal.

He didn't wait.

"...It's time to go, Elan."

With a solemn expression, Ian didn't do anything superfluous.

He got up and took Elan's hand, while the young boy bit his lips tightly, a kind of uneasiness swept through his heart, but he didn't say much.

"Ian?"

Elder Purdue was in the office of the Elder Hall. He had just received a message from the Yam knight. The old man was about to set off to prepare the artillery.

He looked at the boy and his younger brother with some doubts, a little unclear about the current situation: "What's the matter, brought Elan to see me today?"

"Elder, my spirit can see the future."

But when Ian opened his mouth, Elder Pude opened his eyes wide and clenched his fists subconsciously.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ian, who knew that no one was eavesdropping in the office on the second floor, and Pud was the only one, said calmly enough to make everyone gasp: "In the past few years, you probably also feel that, My 'uncle' is very strange, it seems to be a different person."

He stated: "It was indeed replaced."

Elan didn't understand this sentence in a daze, but Elder Pude who understood it was stunned. He turned his head and looked out of the window. He had an association in his mind when there was thunder and vibration from the east of the city before: "Wait, could it be explain……"

"Elder, you don't need to know who 'he' is, but that knight is indeed coming towards me and uncle."

Ian closed his eyes, he was silent for a while, then opened his eyes, staring at the frowning Elder Purdue with his water-colored halo eyes: "I have to help my family, but Elan... I hope you I can help take care of it."

Then, like a prophet, he said: "I don't need your help—elder, you are not good at fighting, you will die, and you can't bring any help."

"There's no need to think about moving me and Elan away. The other party seems to have the ability to track me. Being able to find my uncle and me after two years is enough to prove that hiding and running away are useless."

"Yes, this is not mind reading, Elder, I can see your future trend - in my eyes, the choices you made just now are all inevitable, so I can guess what you want to do."

Having said that, Ian bowed his head slightly, and he apologized: "I'm sorry, Elder Purdue, I'm only confessing now, just because this is the best result of all the futures I can see."

"... Really predict the future?"

Ian was stuck in his thoughts several times in a row, and Pude's chest heaved rapidly. The old man stared in surprise at Ian, who was more mature than any time he met in the past, with a vague understanding in his heart.

This is the real appearance of the other party.

This boy who has always been more mature than all children is more mature than they imagined.

He wasn't lying.

But even so, and precisely because of this, the elder couldn't help but slapped the table and roared: "Since you are so smart, you must know that all the preferential treatment I have given you is because of your spiritual power—I think you can revitalize the family!" , can regain glory!"

"But what about you now? You're going to take risks in the face of a certain death, and you still expect me to take care of your brother?!"

Ian just watched Pudd, staring calmly.

In the blue eyes, the scarlet mist reflected gradually faded, and then turned into a deep blue.

"You can predict the future..."

Under the gaze that seemed to see through all possibilities, Elder Purdue muttered to himself, staggered back, and then fell on the seat.

He lowered his head blankly, staring at his thick hands: "You can predict the future... Oh my god, there is a real prophet in the family... a real prophet..."

"Yeah, your real ability, the nature of those strange observation abilities... can indeed be explained by predicting the future!"

The old man raised his head, almost pleading: "Is there no other better choice?"

Ian just shook his head slowly, showing reality brutally.

"Please take care of Elan."

He whispered, reiterating calmly: "Then wait for me to come back."

Elder Purdue was silent.

He didn't have to believe it at all, and he could lock up Ian for protection. Why should he believe the nonsense of a ten-year-old child? What can a child know!

If it was impossible, he asked Viscount Grant to fight against his old face. No matter how strong Wiggs was, after such a fierce battle, it was absolutely impossible for him to defeat the viscount who was armed with ether.

But... these changes are really too big.

Why did Viscount Grant make a move? Even if Ian is a prophet, will the other party really protect him? Not to mention the viscount's move, what happened next was not just a matter of a single knight, but a political incident in which the frontier nobles attacked the envoys of the imperial capital. It is absolutely impossible for Ian's secret to be kept secret under such pressure.

And can he really protect Ian? Can the old man fight by himself, can he really defeat even an injured second-level peak?

For the first time, Elder Pude felt an indescribable sense of powerlessness. It was a feeling he didn't have when his entire family was expelled from the imperial capital and exiled to southern Xinjiang decades ago.

Because in the face of today's problems, he didn't know what to do, and he couldn't start.

"Elder."

And at this moment, Ian spoke, causing the troubled Elder Pude to raise his head.

Then, he saw a light golden ball of source quality light.

Dust, rock chips, and glass cups are all attracted by this source quality, and the heavy ones tumble and topple, while the fine ones are gathered in the palm of the hand.

The young man skillfully manipulates the source matter to leave the body, just like manipulating a part of his own body.

The old man could feel that although the source quality reaction of Ian was much weaker than his own, it was better than his own in terms of pure and concise and pure attribute reaction.

But the other party is only ten years old!

Moreover, this source quality, this source quality that is extremely familiar, but has not been seen for a long, long time...

"Apprentice sand armor..."

Eyes wide open in disbelief, this is the first time that Elder Pude really lost his composure: "Could it be him?!"

Seeing the radiance of the source quality in Ian's hand, Elder Purdue stood up directly and overturned the chair: "You inherited his mantle?!"