High Above

"...If only my colleagues on Earth were as serious as this guy."

Muttering something in his heart, Ian said helplessly, "Anyway, after you crush the wooden box, throw the contents into the sea, wait for ten minutes, and an ironclad shark will come over."

"This armored shark can understand human speech. You tell it to go to the edge of the Tantan cliff. At that time, it will definitely sense the signal I released and let it join me."

Having said that, Ian watched the change of Scott's expression, and then found with some dejection that the iron man in front of him had no surprise, astonishment, and an inconceivable expression—like the iron armor that Ian said could understand people's language. Shark and subsequent rendezvous plans are not worth the slightest surprise and curiosity.

"That's roughly the case. Do you have anything else to ask?" Ian said, while handing the wooden box in his arms to the other party.

As if he had received permission, Scott's expression suddenly shook, and then he showed a surprised expression, and asked curiously: "Can the armored shark understand human language? It's amazing... What if it can't understand? Do you need me to lead it all the way to the Sighing Cliff with bait?"

"...No, even if you just point to the sea casually, it can understand what it means."

Ian is really not very good at dealing with this kind of overly rigid person. Scott was not shocked and curious just now because he didn’t get permission. This kind of person must be the most reassuring subordinate. No wonder he is so rigid and can still be promoted. It's a job, but it's really too good at communicating as friends.

After that, Ian asked Scott about the recent movements of the indigenous people.

In the recent period, the aborigines are still dormant. Even at the junction of forces on the edge of the outfield, most of the aboriginal hunters are very forbearing. They will take the initiative to avoid the guards and never conflict.

"It's not normal."

Scott concluded that his expression was quite serious: "If it is the Shanchao Department, it can be explained, but the Tenglan Department, who would have greeted us, has also begun to avoid us... Maybe this is the Shanchao and A sign that the Tenglan Department will unite again!"

"When I reported this to Yam's team, he didn't care."

"Well. Sure enough." Ian was not surprised, because according to the information he got, the current Tenglan tribe, or all the aboriginals, are probably also fighting for the brand new powerful monster "Zhanhai Crystal Dragon". And prepare secretly.

If the Zhanhai Crystal Dragon can be turned into their "totem spirit"...the potential is many times stronger than that of any moray, crocodile, dragon, and shadow spider.

I'm afraid that only the true foundation of the natives, the big redwood forest and the sea of ​​trees, can be compared with it.

In that case, Harrison Port may also be quite a headache.

Besides, the Aam knight doesn't care...

Ian didn't think it was possible. As Yam, who has been dealing with aboriginals for decades, it is absolutely impossible to ignore information about aboriginals.

But what if it was intentional?

Yam is the left and right arm of Viscount Grant, and his will is the will of Viscount Grant... If it is said that Viscount Grant let the natives move, it is to highlight his importance in this reconnaissance and capture plan, and to better benefit If the Ellen family gets more credit from the imperial capital...

It is not impossible.

At least Ian felt that Viscount Grant was indeed someone who would do such a thing.

The movement of the natives and the successor of summoning Shasha have been guaranteed, and what Scott promised will be done with all his heart.

"correct."

Thinking of this, Ian spoke again—this time the boy's eyes lit up with a halo of water color: "After the storm starts, when you go to find the armored shark, you can go to the natives to check the situation."

"If you had to choose, where would you go to detect the natives' changes?"

"Whether there is a change..." Speaking of it, Scott was a little distressed. He had some difficulty in choosing, so he liked others to give him tasks.

After thinking for a long time, he tentatively said: "Around the fog forest? That's the junction of the two major departments. If you want to investigate the situation, it must be very important."

In the precognitive vision, Scott's fog is very stable, without red and black signs.

"There are more." Ian was noncommittal: "Tell me a few more."

"Fluorescent Sea?" Scott asked again.

"Well, next."

"South Redwood Beach..."

"Oh, this one is fine, what else? Around here?"

"In that case, there will only be the mouth of the Clodor River on the north side of the Tantan Cliff."

After being denied several possibilities by Ian, Scott thought for a while before he came up with the answer: "That place is the core of the Tenglan Department, where they build ships and go to sea. I usually look at it from a distance. A little, but dare not approach..."

Having said that, his expression became firm: "It's just that if you need me to go, I'm willing to take risks..."

"No need." Ian shook his head quickly: "This place is absolutely not for you to get close to. After letting the armored shark go, you can just come back and stay in Port Harrison."

"Ah, yes, no problem."

In the eyes of the young man, the mist on Scott's body changed from rich red to the original green halo, and then he nodded in satisfaction, thinking in his heart: "It seems that the Tenglan Department will also try to capture Zhanhai during the storm." Crystalline dragon larva."

"Sure enough, the predictive horizon requires an observation intermediary to exert this ability to obtain information."

Ordinary people are useless. Only a person like Scott who will faithfully fulfill his own requirements and is extremely single-minded in his daily life can have such a good effect.

"correct."

And Ian thought of another thing: "There is an alchemy long sword in my warehouse, which is located in the second layer of splints. When it is stormy, you go to my house to take out the sword, and give it to the armored shark, and let it give the sword to you." I."

This time Ian could vaguely see that Scott's eyes flickered. He was also quite curious about why Ian had a long alchemy sword, and why the Ironclad Shark could even do such a thing as sending a sword.

Underneath the seriousness and staidness on the surface, the Captain of the Iron People's Guard is actually a young man in his early twenties with strong curiosity and desire for help.

But this time Ian didn't ask him to ask - when the teenager said goodbye, he could even see Scott's expression drooping, like a big dog with a little downcast.

It's not intentional to tease Scott, but the origin of the alchemy sword cannot be told to the other party.

After saying goodbye to Scott, who was a little downcast, Ian estimated the time after leaving the Weirong Office, and then decided to go to the Elder's Hall to chat with Elder Purdue about indigenous matters.

Although Viscount Grant may indeed have a draft, he still has to say what needs to be said.

However, something unexpected happened.

"Ian? It's just in time for you to come and appraise the taste of this tea!"

In the office on the second floor of the Elder's Hall, Ian actually saw Viscount Grant drinking tea with Elder Pudd. The two sat on the animal skin sofa and chatted relaxedly. It was obvious that they had been chatting for a long time.

"I don't dare to say that, Lord Viscount."

Ian glanced sideways at the tea leaves on the table. This is a treasure from the Jiuhan Mountain Oasis. It has a pleasant fragrance. A piece of tea brick costs more than one hundred talers. Elder Pude himself is usually reluctant to drink more: "I don't know how to drink tea. You know, I prefer to drink unflavored distilled water."

"Haha, indeed, young people should drink purer water—the noble children from the imperial capital, but they have been drinking the purest medicine and water since childhood, so as to ensure that the road to ascension will not be affected."

Another gulp, and Viscount Grant drank a big glass in just a few words with Ian... Looking at Elder Pud's expression, it was like watching a cow chewing peonies, and I couldn't bear to look straight at it!

"Unexpectedly, Pude, I thought you just like drinking, but I didn't expect you to be quite as leisurely and elegant as those elves."

After drinking, the Viscount still wanted to pour tea for himself, forcing Elder Pude to grab the teapot and pour tea for him.

Ian could tell that this was two old men teasing each other - it was specified that Elder Pudd had drunk the viscount's collection not long ago, so today the viscount came here to take revenge.

Since Port Harrison became rich, the big guys have a lot more time for leisure and elegance. Among other things, even the few white people who couldn't eat enough in the past can think about whether to eat whole wheat bread or toast for breakfast. bread.

"Master Viscount, Elder Pude, since both of you are here, I will report directly."

Although Ian himself didn't really want to disturb this rare and happy atmosphere, he still had to say what had to be said.

The boy's tone stunned the two people on the sofa. They looked at each other, then sat up straight and listened carefully to Ian's report.

But his first sentence stunned the two of them: "I have a premonition of Isengarde's death."

"He will definitely encounter unexpected dangers when he goes out to sea this time... I don't know if it's a native, an accident at sea, or an assassination by a killer."

Having said that, he thought of something again, and added a sentence: "Yes, there are more."

"I went out today, and Isengarde and his guards seized the firearms they used from the aboriginal attack."

"I heard from them that this style is a weapon of Flamingo, which is a bit weird."