High Above

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Viscount Grant is thinking about noble propositions such as family, honor, and mission at this moment.

Or it may be about the interests of the relics, the benefits of the labyrinth, future contact with various forces and the choice of camps, which are quite realistic choices.

But in fact, the things that men think about are very simple.

"Is this the main entrance to the ruins? No, the survivors of the guards told me that the main entrance to get the Water Key is not here at all!"

Holding the overlapping four-color cards in his hand, the nobleman looked gloomy and solemn, and no one could possibly guess what he was really thinking: "Are we going the wrong way? If we opened the door with such a big fanfare, the late emperor would have It is impossible to entrust us with the task of secret exploration!"

In the past, the Black King Inaiga II entrusted the Grant family with the task of building a port in the extreme south of the continent as a fortress for future exploration of the South China Sea ruins.

The Grant family was chosen precisely because of their loyalty and family blood suitable for underwater exploration and exploration.

In fact, since the big storm fourteen years ago, the seemingly busy Viscount has been secretly sneaking into the open sea to observe the external conditions of the ruins.

He discovered many trends. For example, there is a sea area that was originally identified as a submarine volcanic area, but it actually has nothing to do with volcanoes—there are just semicircular voids of incredibly strong transparent material one after another, filled with a A strange heat-conducting liquid.

Occasionally, these liquids will be suddenly heated to tens of thousands of degrees, and even second-level sublimators have to retreat a little bit, and this terrifying temperature spreads to the entire sea area with the help of the inscription formation, instantly dispelling The surrounding sea area is boiling.

The big storm is exactly the "relic natural disaster" produced when thousands of such heat dissipation vents heat up and boil, and the entire far sea area is transpired.

Although he found evidence of the existence of the ruins and had a key in his hand, the Viscount still couldn't find a clue to enter it.

The door... Where is the door?

The Viscount didn't think that the big hole in the bottom of the sea that was opened before, swallowing almost half of the sea, and even causing a huge vortex tornado, was the so-called door.

That thing is obviously a port for relic materials.

"So, where is the main entrance?"

The Viscount has been thinking about this simple question. It wasn't because he was entangled with where the main entrance was, but mainly because during the process of his hesitation, those huge empty doors had all been closed.

Whether he wanted to rescue Master Gosser, Ian and Isengard, or find Patrick to force him to reveal the truth, he had to find a way to get in.

Even if he doesn't go in, he has to find an exit, right?

But at this moment, Pude told him that Bishop Baiwu of the Huaiguang Church in Port Harrison had quietly gone down by himself?

——Then which door did he go through, those gaps in the seabed, or the real main entrance?

—and how did he know? !

In the final analysis, a man's mind is so simple, but unfortunately things are getting more and more complicated.

"Could it be that Bishop Baiwu is also a successor left by the late emperor? During the late emperor's time, he indeed cooperated a lot with the Huaiguang Church, and even promoted the action of the Huaiguang Church as the state religion."

The situation was completely out of control. At this moment, the viscount's face was dark and gloomy. He looked up at the tumbling clouds and strong winds in the sky, and couldn't help muttering: "But isn't the Church of Spiritual Equipment the most familiar with the ruins? It's impossible for them not to take action— —No, it must have been shot, but I don’t know it.”

"I don't know what's behind it... He fucked up, he died so early!"

He suddenly slapped the outer armor of the ether armor beside him angrily, with such force that even the translucent shield was visible, and he didn't know who he was cursing: "Everyone died so early, what news? None left, what do I have to do? Ah? What the hell is he going to do?!"

"I don't know anything, I don't know anything, for the dreams of a few short-lived bastards and the loyalty of a foolish and loyal old man, let me finally resist these shit!"

The sea breeze became more violent, and even all the clouds and mists within a radius of several kilometers began to oscillate endlessly, but the vision soon subsided.

After a brief gaffe, Ayers Grant clenched his fists.

Although what he just said seemed innocent, he knew very well that he was not innocent.

Because his surname is Grant, he is the son of the foolish and loyal old man Harrison Grant in what he said, and his family is the beneficiary of the new army policy of the short-lived bastard Inaiga II... It is precisely because of the kindness of these two bastards who died early that he can become Nobles, become rulers of Port Harrison.

Most importantly, he is still alive.

"Only the living need to suffer. Damn it, Patrick treats himself like a dead person, and I can't!"

Opening the cockpit, the viscount's mood has returned to normal, but he is still gnashing his teeth: "If I hadn't had a child..."

"I also want to scold people, Ayres, definitely more than you. But anyway, now is not the time to be angry."

In the ether armament, Elder Pude had already given up his position. He looked out at the sea expressionlessly at the moment, his eyes seemed to penetrate the sea, looking at the ruins under Haiti: "We have to find a way to rescue people."

"really."

Returning to the ether armament and connecting with the nerve data cable, the Viscount let out a deep breath and regained his composure: "But even if I go in now, it won't be of much use."

"Let's take a look, this is the information sent to me by spies from Nauru City and surrounding countries."

Raising his hand, a series of rapids appeared on the screen in the ether weapon.

[Warning-The Tempest Ocean Mobile Fleet of the Second Legion of the Feiyandi King has completed its patrol mission in the southern waters and is rushing towards the coast of the Baisen Mountains in our country]

[Warning - According to the spy report, the third squadron of the Canaan Moore Half Moon Fleet is approaching the western waters of the Eternal Silent Ocean]

[Warning - Whale Song Cliff...]

【…】

A series of warnings quickly made Elder Pude frowned, and the Viscount sighed: "The movement of the relic's activation is too great-all the surrounding countries and spies have been alarmed, and now they gather like flies that smell the smell of corpses." come over."

"Only if I am here can I deter them... A second-level abyssal lizard whale sublimator armed with ether can threaten a fleet at sea."

"Just to be honest, one is enough. If all come, I can't stop it. Fortunately, I have discussed the follow-up countermeasures with the Governor of Nanling, the Marquis of Barton, because of the possible assassination of the third son of the Ellen family. The upheaval has already happened, and the Nanling Fleet of the 19th Imperial Army Corps stationed in Nauru City must be on its way."

Viscount Grant had clearly thought of all the countermeasures, but the matter would no longer be under control, so his expression was not happy.

"...I understand." Closing his eyes, Pud was actually not worried about Ian's safety.

In his opinion, since a prophet has chosen such a path, it proves that he must be prepared.

In other words, you have to take risks.

That being the case, then he absolutely can't persuade him not to do this... so he can only wait for the child's return.

But, even so...even knowing that worrying is useless.

The old man still couldn't help worrying.

——Be sure to reprimand him, it’s too much to take such an unexpected risk every time!

——As long as he can come back, he must be scolded! Even if it's for Elan, I have to curse a few more words!

——As long as I can come back...

The Viscount also closed his eyes.

"Teacher...Patrick."

Even by the standard of an ascendant, the middle-aged noble mumbled to himself in a daze: "Sometimes, I really don't understand..."

The two who had different thoughts fell into silence.

And underground, the South China Sea redwood relics.

Ian stretched out a finger, dipped the fluorescent solution on the top of the giant mushroom, and put it in his mouth.

Closing his eyes, the boy seriously experienced the alien giant golden mushroom that was identified as 'edible' in the silver chip.

"Sweet." Opening his eyes, Ian said seriously, "Metallic sweet with a hint of winter iron railings."