High Above

"War is a bitter fruit brewed by human beings themselves. We are not qualified to interfere in the path they choose."

"But those innocent people...those who are as old as my children, other people's children..."

The former mercenary clenched his fists and muttered unwillingly to himself: "The bitter fruit of human choice is obviously the result of the choice of those high and mighty people!"

He also thought that the Huaiguang Church would stop what Feiyandi was doing, just like they stopped the disaster hidden in the Great Labyrinth of the South China Sea, just like they supported his revenge and defeated the Sequoia People who were cannibalistic sacrifices.

At the very least, they have to refute themselves as to why they call the choices of those big shots 'human' choices.

But Bishop Huaiguang didn't say a word, which gradually made the blood of the mountain people grow cold.

What if everything I believed in in the past was just a necessary step to "prevent disaster" for the Huaiguang Church, rather than something they would really do for good...

"Go ahead."

Wandering in unwillingness and disappointment, Lübeck heard the bishop speak like this.

"If you want to, go ahead. You are not a member of Huaiguang, Lubeck. You are a human being with your own hands and feet. How can the church stop you from doing anything?"

Still lowering his gaze, Bishop Baiwu said calmly: "Your sword, armor and other equipment are in the storage room underground of the church. They are well maintained. You can retrieve them at any time."

"Do what you think is right, Lübeck. The Church will only stop what is proven to be 'wrong' because we are people who have died once - but not you."

"Go ahead."

Raising his head, the old man stared at the human in front of him.

He said this with an encouraging tone: "If you fail, it's not too late to come back."

"Even if you die, don't be afraid, Huaiguang Society will still embrace you."

"Embrace failure and prevent mistakes. These are the few things we can do."

Then the man understood.

He suddenly understood, then nodded to the old man with respect, and left the small room.

But Bishop Bai Wu didn't take it seriously. He continued to read the letter, while new words were constantly being refreshed on the crystal panel on the side.

[The Setar Empire, the Western Plains, the ecological reservoir of pre-era civilizations, contains alien viruses, and the comprehensive disaster level is the third level of 'turmoil'... Two agents have accepted the mission]

[Flying Flame Land, Veronia Island Group, the ancestral queen ant 'Sun Queen' will completely awaken within two years, and the comprehensive disaster level will be the second level of 'catastrophe'... Fifteen agents have accepted the task, The additional helper is the local strongman of Feiyan Land, Qianyu King Rubol]

[Far Coast Island, Flaner submarine volcano group, underground cavity area, and natural spiritual energy field gathering, it is very likely to cause the mantle lava to rise up, causing a super giant volcanic eruption, affecting the planet's ecology, the comprehensive disaster level is the first Level 'Apocalypse'... The handler is the local fifth-level powerhouse from the far shore, 'Blue Star' Grid]

On the small screen on the other side of the crystal panel, there are texts that refresh slowly one by one.

[The Setar Empire, Nanling Province, the ecological base of pre-era civilization, contains a nest of parasites, and the comprehensive disaster level is level 3 'turmoil'... the disaster has been dealt with]

[Auxiliary processors: Bai Wu, Tianyan, the main processor is Harrison Port, the first level 'Ian', the second level Gosei Bede, the first level Isengard Ellen, local Warcraft Armored Shark]

[‘Ian’ has been confirmed to have fifth-level potential and has entered the ‘witness’ process]

…

Sublimators from other places often come to Laianling to buy high-quality fresh Xiahui grass to make high-quality psychic nourishing extract.

For locals, this is nothing unusual.

Ian's letter of visit was quickly received by the relevant personnel, waiting for Baron Ryan's reply.

According to Ian's speculation, if the local baron had similar work and rest habits to Viscount Grant - maybe a little lazier because the viscount was poorer - then he would have to wait at least four hours to almost noon before he could be received by the baron, pointing out Maybe he would have lunch with him for the sake of being a psyker and killing a razor-clawed tiger that was endangering his territory.

Generally speaking, this is the process. The steward's answer, 'The Baron will probably have lunch with you,' proves this point.

So after sending the letter of greeting, Ian went to the local platinum and iridium workshop based on the principle of not wasting time.

Just like Harrison Port, the Platinum Iridium Workshop in Ryan Lane is also decorated in the same way, with white walls and not high-profile exterior decoration, but an extremely neat and simple interior.

And most importantly, the pavement in the heart of the high street.

Contrary to what many people imagine, although Laianling is the origin of raw materials for Xiahui grass and several other sublimated plants, it is not a major distribution center. The fleets of major chambers of commerce have fixed times every month to go to Golden Leaf Town or It is Fujino Town that receives the semi-finished products that have been processed, and then transfers them to a series of workshops on the agate stone plain for processing.

Therefore, compared to the port city of Harrison Port, Ryan Territory is quieter, and because of the rain, there are no people on the streets.

"Welcome... huh?"

When Ian took off his helmet and entered the platinum and iridium workshop, the two employees who were saluting forgot to lower their heads for a moment and just stared directly at his face.

It's not just the boy's appearance, but also the contrast between his youthful appearance and the intimidating feeling he gives when wearing a helmet.

But soon, the older employee came to his senses. He stepped forward and said in an even more respectful tone: "Are you Mr. Ian? The news from the headquarters has been sent, and your package is in the insurance company." In the warehouse, please wait for a moment, we will take it out for you right away."

"But please forgive me, for the sake of process, we still need to confirm some of your information..."

Stunning appearance, young, White People, Alchemy Knight - there is basically no second place to this description other than the person in front of you, but the process still needs to be done.

Ian also nodded slightly and took out the knight's medal and documents that he had prepared long ago from his arms: "I didn't expect Isengard to be faster than me, and he was quite considerate. I don't know how he is doing lately."

No one would dare to say this.

The identification was very fast. After all, it was just a process. Not long after, the storage box made of snow light crystal was taken out.

This kind of crystal is not cold, but can guarantee the internal storage temperature. It is a by-product of mining frost crystal, and its value is not high. But this storage box is different. Ian glanced at it, and his eyes almost stuck to the dense inscriptions. Up - Good guy, this inscription engraving is definitely a masterpiece. How can you inscribe so many inscriptions for regulating temperature and humidity on such a fragile crystal plate?

It looked very beautiful. At a glance, even Ian almost thought it was an ordinary pattern.

"Isn't this storage box also a limited collection?"

Muttering in his heart, Ian looked at it with the corner of his eye, and then twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's really - 'The Phantom Thread of South Bronk'. Isn't this the signature of the inscription master a hundred and fifty years ago? I'm here I’ve seen her signature in the textbook.”

Half of the antiques were out, and he felt that this box alone was worth more than three hundred talers, maybe even higher. After all, Ian didn't know how popular this inscription master was.

Next, Ian used the remote communication equipment in the Platinum and Iridium Workshop, which was Terra's typewriter, to report to the Platinum and Iridium Workshop in Harrison Port that he was safe. Because the notification took time, he did not wait for a reply. , but left directly.

Putting on his helmet and carrying the storage box, Ian followed the workshop clerk to the small accommodation building where Platinum Iridium Workshop entertains distinguished guests.

Arriving in his room, Ian calmed down, opened the box, and opened his precognitive vision.

Immediately, purple light mist overflowed from it.

The second-level fairy potion materials were among them - bottles and jars and sublimated materials exuding strange colors filled a small box.

According to this weight, Ian felt that if he saved a little more money, it would be enough to make two bottles of the second-level fairy potion.

It's so real.

However, what attracted Ian's attention more than these excessive materials was the letter contained in them.

On the letter, there was a line that was obviously not written by Isengard, but was left by a woman in beautiful handwriting.

A letter that made Ian frown slightly.

"Avelina Ellen..."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the letter in his hand, Ian whispered to himself: "Essen's royal mother?"

"What does it mean that she wrote to me alone?"