High Above

Immediately, Ian's eyes focused on Viscount Grant who was located in the center of the study.

This dark brown-haired aristocrat is fifty-eight years old this year, but his skin is smooth, his eyes are bright, without any wrinkles or aging, and there are ripples in the light blue eyes like water waves, which is the blood of the Grant family. The power of the Abyssal Lizard Whale allowed the viscount to control the moisture in his body and surroundings, which could not only delay aging, but also use it against enemies.

"You are Ian."

Glancing at Elder Purdue, the Viscount nodded slightly. Having calmed down, he looked at Ian with interest, and then showed appreciation: "Yes, very beautiful child. Show off your spiritual power."

Ian didn't say much, he opened the vision horizon, and a light blue fluorescence lit up in his eyes.

Noticing this, Viscount Grant's expression moved slightly: "So fast? The control is quite good, did you really wake up a few days ago?"

Because they looked at each other face to face, he was psychologically prepared, and he also felt that there seemed to be a vague sense of prying eyes on him, so he couldn't help nodding: "Sure enough, it's the psychic power of the observation department. It's very good."

If it wasn't for combat-type psychics, it would be impossible to have force too early. In the case of being stuck with advanced materials and inheritance, observation-type psykers couldn't pose the slightest threat to his authority.

But on the other hand, the psychic powers of the Observation Department are the favorite assistants of all the powerhouses, and the early warnings and reminders they bring can always benefit a team a lot.

"It's a pity that you are too young to start practicing now."

Turning his head, Viscount Grant said: "Pude, I will hand over the inheritance to you, and you will be responsible for choosing the timing of teaching."

He looked at Ian again, smiled and said, "Ian, don't forget that you are a citizen of the empire. If Elder Pude can't continue to teach you in the future, you can come to me for inquiries."

Saying so, he put it on the table, picked up a brass pocket watch that he had prepared a long time ago: "A small gift, as a congratulation for the first naturally awakened psyker in Port Harrison. In the future, I will serve the Empire Only by making more contributions can we live up to the grace of nurturing and shelter.”

The brass pocket watch handed out bears the coat of arms of a giant beast, which looks like a giant whale, but has solid scales and raised crystals on its body surface, embellished with colored quartz.

——Good guy, this is stealing people by grace and taking the lead.

From the corner of his eye, Ian noticed Elder Pude's expression was a bit strange, and he understood what was going on in an instant.

Everything else is trivial, emphasizing that the empire ignores the people of Bai. The most important thing is that this viscount only gave the most basic part of the practice steps, and firmly grasped the subsequent inheritance in his own hands.

Generally speaking, ordinary people have to wait until after puberty to start sublimation practice, and when they have reached the initial stage, gather the source seeds, and start to perfect the true shape of the blood, they will be at least twenty years old.

At that time, if Ian wanted to go further, he had to go to Viscount Grant to apply for an inquiry... Ian was about 20 years old, and Elder Purdue was already old. As a young and powerful psyker, he would gradually become Harry The new core of the Mori Port White People.

But unlike Elder Purdue, he must be closely attached to Viscount Grant in order to go further on the road to ascension and gain strength.

In this way, in more than ten years, the Bai Zhimin in Port Harrison will completely become the viscount's personal force.

This matter is not good or bad, in the empire, no matter how many people want to be recruited and annexed, they are not worthy.

The problem is that Ian noticed that Elder Pude's strange expression was not the helplessness of being forced to swallow the bitter fruit of the conspiracy, but a hint of unexpected joy.

Ian didn't understand why at first, but when he thanked obediently and reached out to pick up the brass pocket watch from Viscount Grant, the boy suddenly understood.

"Viscount Grant... has given the inheritance to the people of Bai?"

Slightly startled in his heart, Ian had already figured out what was going on with the deal between the two old fellows: "The White People of Port Harrison are exiles, deprived of all their sublimation inheritance, and have nothing—Elder Pudd is an exception. , but he also has no way to pass on his bloodline to other white people who don't have corresponding bloodlines."

"But this time it's different... At the cost of my attachment to the people of Bai in the future, Elder Pudd once again allowed the people of Bai to get their own inheritance from Viscount Grant!"

"Although it is only the most basic inheritance, it is also the root of sublimation and extraordinary power!"

Viscount Grant entrusted Elder Pudd with the inheritance, which theoretically can only be taught to Ian, but how is this possible?

Whenever a suitable embryo appears, let alone Pude, even Ian will try to let the other party learn from it and strengthen the strength of his own race.

In this ancient feudal era, it is superfluous to talk about any ideology. The same blood itself is the greatest cohesion, even in the advanced future.

Compared with inheritance, attaching to nobles is not a price at all, but a benefit at all.

"Good guy, from this point of view, the people of Bai took advantage of it—Viscount Grant is actually quite generous!"

Everything has been figured out, and Ian is very polite and well-behaved on the surface.

He pretended to be very grateful, thanked the Viscount for the gift, and praised the majesty and ability of the Viscount Grant, as well as the swift instructions last night, which made the panicked refugees enter the city without causing any disturbance.

He recalled the well-organized and well-trained knights when he returned to the city, half pretending, half sincerely praising.

——The other party does have real materials.

"Haha, that's an exaggeration."

The eight-year-old boy's childish praise from the heart was quite useful even for Viscount Grant. In fact, he always felt that he was quite capable and resourceful, but it was meaningless because of the neglect of the imperial capital and political reasons.

But now, there is just the right time to show off, and someone praises him, so he will naturally feel refreshed physically and mentally.

"Go."

Nodding in satisfaction, Viscount Grant registered Ian's name on the list of 'Legal Sublimators of Port Harrison'. This list will be sent to the capital of Nanling Province in the near future, and finally counted in the imperial capital. It is the strategic data of the empire. quite an important part.

Since then, Ian has been an officially registered legal sublimator-although he is still young, but in the future he will be successful in practice, and he will receive preferential treatment in various places, reducing the trouble of many pass passes, and there will be many small businessmen The team wanted to put themselves in his name.

Viscount Grant was very busy. After registration, he exchanged with Elder Pudd for a while about the coordination and preparations of the artillery unit, and then he saw off the guests.

Following the maid's guidance, he left the mansion and came to the street, obviously heaving a sigh of relief. The smiling Elder stretched out his hand and patted Ian on the shoulder.

"How about it?"

He asked in a low voice, "Little Ian, what do you think of Viscount Grant?"

"Um……"

Ian pondered for a moment, then frowned, and said seriously: "If I were older, he would definitely attack me."

"This old pervert's eyes are too direct, I can't stand it."

The old man stopped, showing a startled expression, hesitant to speak.

After a while, Elder Purdue shook his head and said with a dumbfounded smile: "Indeed, Viscount Grant does not discriminate against men and women...but you little brat, you think too soon!"

"He still squeezed my hand when I was holding the pocket watch just now!"

Ian was only half joking. He could tell that Viscount Grant really admired his appearance, but it wasn't that explicit.

If I have to say it, even if Mr. Viscount really desires, he probably has a feeling for his spiritual power.

This is a man whose desire for power and power is much higher than his lust for flesh, and he is a serious model of imperial aristocrats.

"Viscount Grant may not be a good man, a good nobleman, but he does have great ambitions, courage and determination."

Taking Ian on the way home in person, Elder Purdue said slowly: "What he gave to you and me is the true form of the 'Wavesinger', a lower-level true form inheritance of the water attribute. Powerful, with limited potential.”

"But even so, it's incredibly precious, something we can no longer have."

Elder Purdue was silent for a while, and Ian also did not speak, and the two fell into silence.

After a long while, the old man sighed softly: "Our white people are the descendants of criminals who committed a big mistake in the past and were exiled here."

"The exiled people who lost their inheritance, power and protectors should have died out slowly. It was only because I still retained some skills that had nothing to do with the white people and originated from my dwarf blood, so that I could continue to protect my family after exile."

"Huh."

Although Ian has long guessed why there is such a sublime as Elder Purdue among the Bai Zhimin who are exiles, and the reason why Bai Zhimin has a special status in Port Harrison should also be because of the other party's unique skills.

But when he looked at the old man's hand, he didn't find calluses similar to those of a blacksmith, so he felt puzzled: "It doesn't look like it..."

"Dwarves don't only have blacksmiths. It's been 766 years on Terra, so we can't still have this ancient prejudice."

Noticing Ian's gaze, Elder Purdue smiled: "What I'm good at is actually alchemy and inscriptions, that is, the ancient dwarf runes. This is why I can become the assistant of the Viscount."

"You're smart... Ian, much smarter than I thought."

After pondering for a moment, the old man shook his beard. He made up his mind and said, "In this way, starting tomorrow, I will hold classes for the blacksmiths and alchemists in Port Harrison every afternoon, and select those who have the potential to teach inscription skills."

"You also come to attend the class, as much as you can understand. Anyway, you start from scratch, and you should be able to keep up."

Elder Purdue's words didn't mean to refuse at all, and Ian didn't intend to refuse either.

Can you learn alchemy and inscriptions on the continent of Terra? He couldn't say he wasn't interested, he could only say that he was elated.

However, Ian thought of his culture class taught by Hilliard every night, and his afternoon inscription class starting tomorrow.

He couldn't help but feel a hint of doubt and familiarity.

"Why did I reincarnate in another world..."

"Still have to study every day for research?"