High Above

On the surface, Baron Ryan looks like a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes, with a confident and cheerful demeanor.

The lines on his face are relatively hard, not the same as those of the Imperial people. He should be of the blood of the mountain people, and the gray-blue eyes prove this.

He was quite informal. When he saw Ian, his eyes lit up. He walked up and patted Ian hard on the shoulder with his right hand. He praised the boy as the youngest, most talented and best he had seen in recent years. The young man watching said he was jealous of Viscount Grant's good luck. He could actually produce such a talent in his territory. His rating must be quite high in recent years.

"Please forgive me, because there are some new problems, I may not be able to entertain you for dinner."

Inviting Ian to sit down, Baron Ryan laughed and said: "Ayres has already told me your purpose of coming. As a psyker, there is naturally a need for Xia Hui grass extract, so I have already told me in advance. get ready."

"Don't worry, I don't plan to accept any money. For such a young alchemist, a genius favored by Master Gosei, why would it be so difficult to give you a nourishing extract of excellent quality as a favor?"

Hearing this, Ian's alarm bells rang in his heart - he knew very well that free things are the most expensive.

Baron Ryan wants to give himself a gift of excellence? Viscount Grant and himself don't have such a big face for something worth at least two hundred thalers.

But what the other party said next was quite reasonable: "I know that you are also a genius appraiser and have been recognized by Master Gosei. Even Mr. Yinfang of Nauman City has strongly recommended it to me several times."

"So, I have an ancient treasure obtained from the mountain people, and I would like to ask you to identify it."

"Don't worry, I know this is difficult. In fact, I have found other appraisers to appraise it before, and now, I just hope to get another perspective."

The nobleman with black hair and blue eyes looked urgent. He was obviously too lazy to disguise his thoughts, but Ian did not hesitate. He agreed: "No problem."

"However, my level is still quite immature. Please forgive me if I make any mistakes."

"No, no."

The baron laughed again, then stood up: "Let's go, I'll take you to the alchemy laboratory."

The alchemy laboratory is located on the third floor of the castle. Baron Ryan is indeed an alchemist. After all, his territory mainly produces various alchemical materials and sublimation plants. It is a bit difficult to think of him as an alchemist.

When following the other party, Ian knew that things were a bit troublesome, but he couldn't refuse.

Baron Ryan said this. If he didn't want to be sent out of the country as gifts and could no longer buy high-quality psychic nourishing extract, he would have to agree anyway - so there was no need to think about it.

The only thing worthy of curiosity is what exactly the "mountain people's antiquities" are.

The third floor is much brighter than the second floor. Pyroxene lamps are hanging everywhere as if they are free. There are probably vents somewhere, and there is always a cool breeze blowing in the corridor.

And just as Baron Ryan led Ian towards the laboratory at the end of the corridor, Ian discovered that at the door of a room in the corridor, there was a little girl with white skin quietly watching him and the Baron.

This little girl was about six or seven years old, with dark blue hair, and her pupils were purple-red, similar to the sunset. She stood quietly at the door, without saying a word, and looked straight over.

"Linda? What's wrong? Are you hungry?"

Naturally, the baron also saw the little girl. He walked forward, picked up the little girl with one arm, and said with concern: "If you are hungry, call Moda in charge, and he will arrange for the maid to bring you food... Haha, funny Yes, this is my adopted daughter Linda."

Halfway through, he smiled and turned his head to look at Ian, then turned back and told the little girl: "Come on, what did daddy teach you before? What should you say now?"

The little girl's thinking seemed a little slow. She stared at Ian for a while, and then said in a crisp voice: "Brother..."

"Brother, it's delicious."

"It's brother, hello."

Baron Ryan corrected him, and then the girl named Linda followed: "Hello, brother~"

"Hello to you, little lady."

Ian smiled and watched as Baron Ryan sent the little girl back to a room full of pink tones. The blue-eyed nobleman seemed a little embarrassed: "Linda's brain has been stimulated, and she can't speak normally now, but she actually Very smart, writing is much faster than speaking.”

"Because of the accident, both her parents died, so I adopted her and the other two children."

"No, I understand."

Ian stared thoughtfully at the little girl sitting blankly on his bed, and then watched Baron Ryan close the door.

He smiled and responded: "My brother is only a little older than Linda. He once had difficulty expressing his thoughts normally due to some reasons. I understand this situation very well."

"That's it." Baron Ryan was a little surprised.

He noticed Ian looking at his left arm, and then laughed again: "You can really hold it back. If it were Ayers, the first sentence would probably be 'Rapore, why is your hand broken?'." "

"Just basic etiquette."

Ian was polite on the surface, but in his heart he couldn't help complaining about the bad image of the Viscount in the outside world - he assured that Viscount Grant was definitely not so disrespectful of the atmosphere. This statement was not only disrespectful, but also a country barbarian.

Oh, they in Harrison Port are indeed frontier country barbarians, so that’s okay.

"You must know that too."

The baron seemed to start talking, and he said with emotion: "I encountered an outrageous theft here a few days ago - a group of thieves forcibly snatched away a batch of refined two-year-old Xiahui grass extract, which is the most A semi-finished product of a good nourishing extract.”

"I happened to be there at that time, and I was accidentally attacked by the opponent, and my left arm was cut off... Alas, I was still too careless. Ms. Yingguang also came here for this matter. She is tracing the action chain of a group of cultists. , but I don’t think this has anything to do with the cultists, it should be done by people from Feiyandi.”

——Just blow it.

Ian thought. This bragging was even more exaggerated than Viscount Grant's. Feiyandi was almost moved to tears. At least Viscount Grant did not dare to say that Feiyandi's special forces could chop off one of his hands.

If Feiyandi really had the power to cut off the hand of a second-level noble in his own territory, Nanling would have been in chaos long ago, not to mention that the entire Leian Territory was so loose, and it didn't look like it at all. The appearance of the master being attacked.

"Baron Ryan's ability to tell lies with open eyes at least has a senior professional title, the kind that takes an exam every three years."

The lie was so bad that Ian was embarrassed to pretend he had heard it.

But maybe, this is a hint from Baron Ryan? He gave him an excellent top-level spiritual nourishing solution for free, and he was responsible for spreading his silly nonsense?

According to the noble's convoluted way of speaking, it is not impossible. For Thaler's sake, as long as others ask this, then he will say so.

As for why the other party broke off his left arm...

Curiosity is a precious thing, and he doesn't want to use it on this matter.

Anyway, Ian coughed and pretended not to hear: "Baron, the door of the alchemy laboratory is locked. Please open the door."

"Haha, I actually forgot about business."

Baron Ryan turned his head without changing his face and opened the lock with his fingerprint.

"Please come in."

He opened the door and entered, followed closely by Ian, looking towards the center of the laboratory.

Next, he stood there, his eyes slightly dazed.

Baron Ryan noticed Ian's abnormality. He nodded slightly and smiled: "It seems that your ability as an appraiser is indeed not what Ayers was bragging about. You do have real skills. You can actually tell which one I want you to appraise at a glance." Target."

--certainly.

Ian frowned. He did find out at a glance what the other party wanted him to identify.

But it's not like it used to be, because of the fog brought by the precognitive horizon.

In fact, it’s not too different.

Because Ian noticed it at first sight because there was no fog at all on it!

It was a crystal skull placed among many other things. It was not big, probably only the size of the skull of a child in his early ten years, but it was crystal clear and had a mysterious aura lingering around it. It looked quite extraordinary at first glance.

According to Ian's instinctive perception, this skull is at least the remnant of a psyker who was around the peak of the first energy level. This information can be easily obtained without the need for fog.

But here comes the problem - the precognitive vision does not indicate it.

In the world of mist, this place is the only place that is empty.

"It's really interesting."

Ian muttered, and he soon figured out why.

——This crystal skull is related to a prophet!