High Above

"Stomach cancer?"

The next morning, in the elder's office.

Elder Pude, who was going to talk to Ian about what he saw in the maze, frowned: "The prophet can even see this, did he predict my death?"

As an old man, it's still a bit taboo to say how much he died, but it's better to know the reason than not know what's coming.

I didn't mean to disbelieve Ian, mainly because Elder Pude didn't expect that he was already suffering from such a serious illness.

The sublimated person closed his eyes, activated his inner vision, and sensed it: "Well, there is no abnormality... My stomach is quite normal, wait, there is a small polyp here?"

It is generally difficult for sublimators to suffer from the diseases that ordinary people have. Among other things, their body temperature can exceed 50 degrees when they run the source quality. The sublimators with fire-type source quality can even briefly exceed Baidu at the first energy level. And raise your own source quality to a higher temperature, so that you can burn the enemy into coke.

Bacteria, viruses and parasites in the general sense are mostly unable to withstand this level of high temperature. Even special new parasites like brain-eating worms will quickly lose their activity under the scouring of source matter.

Cancer is no exception.

Unless the sublimator himself has signs of distortion, otherwise, a healthy sublimator, even if he accidentally encounters a large amount of radiation or takes various highly toxic carcinogens, causing various problems in the body, at most he only needs to recuperate It will recover in two or three years.

However, Elder Pude died of stomach cancer in the future of the hive. Ian felt that this must not be just a simple cancer problem.

"This should be related to some kind of distortion. It should not be underestimated. With the Elder, you have at least 20 or 30 years to live."

Sitting opposite the elder's desk, Ian calmly said that he was writing a labyrinth report to be handed over to Viscount Grant, but he didn't stop talking: "My suggestion, go to the Bishop of White Mist to ask about the situation, song Master Sai should also have related potions, I will go to them and ask them later."

"And just right, ask Bishop Baiwu if he is willing to accept disciples. If it's not enough, it's okay to help teach Elan's sublimation skills."

Putting down his pen, Ian glanced at the report in his hand, then nodded in satisfaction, and handed it to Elder Pudd.

He watched the old man carefully read the 'information he could know', and then slowly said: "After all, you know, elder, after this mission is over, I may not be able to stay in Port Harrison for a while."

"Bishop Bishop? If you really helped him, it's really not a problem to help guide the sublimation skills, but they are very concerned about talent and compatibility. If it's not suitable, teaching is useless."

Elder Pude didn't think this was a whimsical idea, but he was afraid that Ian would be disappointed, so he reminded: "I will visit Bishop Baiwu later, and thank him for taking care of you in the maze and along the way. My illness and things Elam learned."

"If the other party agrees, then it's not a problem."

"As for the rest...it is true."

He squinted his eyes and finished reading the report written by Ian.

The old man looked sideways at the young man, and said in a deep voice, "If you really become the so-called Lord of the Labyrinth...if you want to show your 'identity' to the Viscount and us as the Lord of the Labyrinth."

"According to Ayers' personality and the current situation, you will never be allowed to stay in Port Harrison."

"Getting you out as a knight and giving you a mission to travel abroad for a few years will be his only choice."

"Indeed." Ian nodded slightly. He got up and was about to leave the Elder's Hall: "By the way, Elder, I'm going to talk to Master Gesai and Isengard about related matters at noon, and I won't be back for dinner at noon."

"You decide."

Elder Pude stroked his beard. He was still thinking about why his stomach would be distorted. He frowned: "It's strange. I eat three meals a day regularly, and my work and rest are healthy. How could I have stomach problems..."

"Oh, right."

The old man raised his head and looked at Ian who was about to leave: "What's the situation with Elan, why are you sleeping with you, there are teeth marks on the quilt?"

"He said he dreamed that he turned into a dragon." Ian thought for a while, and said half of the truth: "It must be hungry."

"It's time to grow your body." Elder Purdue did not doubt him.

after a while.

Viscount Grant, who smelled of gunpowder, returned to his mansion wearily.

With the return of Master Goser and Isengard, the fleets of other forces also know that there is a high probability that they will have no chance or excuse to try to break into the maze.

If it goes on and there are no other excuses, what will happen is a real regional war.

Doing such an action without the instructions of a higher level is the most serious way to go alone. Even if you really win, the fate of the fleet chief is doomed to be bad.

After the four sides confronted each other all night, taking advantage of the surge caused by a strong wind, the fleet on the high seas disappeared without a sound.

If it was just that, it wouldn't make the Viscount so tired...

What really made him tired was that his coastal guards noticed another change in the native Tenglan Department.

A group of aboriginal fishermen claiming that they were robbed by the imperials wanted an explanation and came to Port Harrison to protest.

However, because of the attack by the indigenous great shaman a few days ago, all the Tenglan natives who came to protest were imprisoned, but the Yam knight felt something was wrong from these people, and asked them to ask in detail.

Soon, they found a group of imperialists and Canaanite Moor elves who had robbed the native fishermen's boats and were now confronting the natives of Tenglan along the coast of the redwood forest.

It was the Qingchao Exploration Fleet and the elf pirates.

It has to be said that Qing Chao and others are indeed lucky.

They snatched the natives' boats and drove all the way back to the coast, but they were not noticed by the fleets in Flame Land and other regions. Even if they were noticed, they probably thought they were local natives and didn't pay much attention to them. This high seas standoff is set to continue for another week or two.

Because the ship that Qing Chao and others snatched was a tribal ship that cooperated closely with Harrison Port on weekdays, Viscount Grant did not take much effort to fish them out. By the way, he also announced in the Redwood Forest that the Flying Land fleet had been captured. Expulsion, if those natives who cooperated with Feiyandi confessed now, they could let the past go, but if they continued to go their own way, they would surely be destroyed.

After finishing these things, he returned to his mansion exhausted.

Then, a report written by Ian was received.

"It's better for Ian to rest easy, and he will know what to do without me urging him... It would be great if other people can be so smart."

In the final analysis, the Viscount is also close to seventy years old, he sighed, and then carefully read the report submitted by Ian: "Ha, I knew that the old guy Pude was never honest, and he actually asked Ian to practice as a goblin Bloodline? The background of the Ciehalorvo family is indeed deeper than I imagined."

"Well, mother worms, parasites, hive will... It seems that this is the monster that Molin was anxious to exterminate back then. It is no wonder that the bishop took the initiative to collect information and go to the ruins... Sigh, after all, why did he have to go to the ruins?" Tell Bai Wu immediately that you are my knight after all, not the church's knight."

Thinking of those years, the Viscount couldn't help shaking his head slightly. He didn't regret Molin's death until now. It was he who single-handedly turned the tailor's son into a small captain of the guard. It was he who made the poor Molin family rich. It was also he who made Molin come into contact with the world of sublimators. If he had the chance, he might become a real knight.

He even took good care of Maureen's children, and as the lord, he fulfilled his duties.

But in terms of loyalty, Maureen didn't pass the test.

"The remains of the guards... That's right, the big storm will never appear again, and it's time to hold a funeral for them, for all those who died in the big storm."

Planning the next major event in his mind, the Viscount continued to read the report.

Then, his eyes widened in astonishment: "Ian?"

"How could he become the master of the maze?!"

"How come I don't know anything after exploring this maze?!"