High Above

  Chapter 422 Viscount: My fault? (twenty three)

   "Damn it!" After a while of pleasantries, Viscount Grant shut down the communication with Elder Manya, gritted his teeth and said, "Is there really nothing good going on recently?"

   "Patrick's idiot and his nephew are nothing more than that. Lapole can still understand (Baron Ryan) because of his son's madness. How come my knight is so unlucky?"

   "Is it because of me? Or is it really bad luck in Nanling?"

Knowing that Ian was safe could not curb his anger, because Ian was indeed injured, and Elder Manya's overt and secret hints all showed that the assailant's background was extraordinary and his strength should not be underestimated. It is even very possible that a second-level nobleman with a rather prominent status hides his identity and makes the move.

   And he, Ayers Grant, knows all the second energy level in Nanling!

   Don't give him face, right? Apart from worrying about Ian, this was also where Viscount Grant was most angry.

Yes. Yes.

   In Port Harrison, there is a rumor.

   That is, Viscount Grant is a courtesan of the Nanling nobles, and there is no noble he does not recognize.

  —I must clarify here that this is not a rumor.

  Viscount Grant did know all the famous nobles in Nanling. Of course, the knight doesn't know all of them, but he must be very familiar with some of the stronger ones with the potential to advance to the second energy level.

  As for the reason, of course it is not some joking social butterfly...just because he is the owner of a rare foreign trade port in Nanling.

  Nauman City is essentially a military port city, and the main garrison is the South Sea Fleet of the 19th Corps. As we all know, military ports and commercial ports are different. Although there are large ports that take care of both, Nauman City is not.

Most of the maritime trade of Nauman City is transited through the small port in the south of "Tanmu Port", and the long coastline between Nauman City and Sandalwood Port is full of various small fishing villages. The Merchant Center is a very mature trade center.

  But these ports and commercial centers are not as advantageous as Harrison Port because they are too mature.

   They are difficult to smuggle.

  Nanling Province has not been fully developed, and Harrison Port is so high that the emperor is far away, and no one cares about it. Many empires strictly export or import some goods, which can be transshipped in Harrison Port.

  Just as Baron Ryan used to hide Xiahuicao in the past, it was actually smuggled out of the country through Harrison Port, how many nobles in Nanling can resist this feeling of huge profits and no supervision?

During the six years after the victory over the natives in Port Harrison, Viscount Grant greatly expanded his social circle, and also built a secret smuggling center centered on Port Harrison, where basically all nobles and powerful chambers of commerce were involved. First hand.

  In addition, there are not many nobles in Nanling who can be named, so it is not surprising that Viscount Grant knows everyone well.

  As among the tribes of the mountain people, Elder Afud, who used to worship the Dragon God, and Elder Manya are also acquainted with Viscount Grant, and the two parties have quite long-term trade contracts for monster materials and ores.

  So when the Viscount knew that Ian was with the mountain people, he was quite relieved.

  Worshiping the Dragon Cult?

   Please, let’s not say that the danger of the Dragon Cult is pitifully low when there is no such thing as the remains of an ancient dragon. Even if there are, what does it have to do with him.

They like to bomb in the Baisen Mountains, and they bomb in it. The Nanling is not the Kuiduo Plain in the east. Tens of thousands of people will die after an earthquake. In a place like Nanling where there are more monsters than people, several mountains will collapse. It can't hit people's heads either.

   "Who attacked Ian?"

After the anger subsided, Viscount Grant was also thinking about this question: "Raporte's death is strange, Bai Wu said that he might have died together in a fight with the section chief of the Institute of Gnosis, but I'm not dreaming, there is no such thing as a coincidence. "

   "There must be a group of people behind this, who killed the Lingzhi Institute and Rapole, and even wanted to kill Ian... Who could it be? Such a cruelty, Feiyan probably wouldn't dare to be so crazy."

   Turning his head and looking to the north, the Viscount stared in the direction of Nauman City, lost in thought: "Do you want Ian to come back..."

  He shook his head: "Forget it, tell Pud the news first, so as not to upset him."

  In the heart of Viscount Grant, Elder Pudd, who must be upset by what happened to Ian at the moment, is watching the ants with Elan.

Worry?

  A prophet, have nothing to worry about.

   "Brother, now, very happy."

  Elan watched the ants carrying the fallen leaves on the ground, and said cheerfully to the old man beside him: "It's like, the plan is completed, so happy."

   "...Huh...I knew how he could be attacked by someone."

  Elder Purdue knew that Ian was a prophet. If other people knew about Ian's sneak attack, they would be more or less worried about whether Ian would be too proud to ignore the strength of the enemy.

  The old man knows 100% that Ian definitely has the leeway to deal with this matter, so he will intervene in this matter.

  The question is, what exactly is Ian going to do?

Elder Pude has also heard about Nauman City and Dragon Worship, and he doesn't quite believe that Ian doesn't intend to get involved... This kid is definitely planning to make some big news, so he deliberately pretended to be the one who was attacked !

   "Do you want Qing Chao to help Ian?"

Rubbing Elan's little head, Elder Purdue pondered for a while, then shook his head slowly: "No, a peak of the first energy level can't help Ian too much...but if he stays in Port Harrison, it will be A powerful force."

   "What's more, now is the critical time..."

   "The great shaman is dead, the Sequoia tribes have collapsed, and Ayers and Marquis Barton are fighting for the Great Labyrinth. It's a good time to try to get Futaba the Foresight."

   It's not just Port Harrison.

  The second day after Ian was attacked, at noon, in Nauman City.

  Nanling Governor's Mansion, a man in armor, with a long sword on his waist, and dark brown tendrils on his chin, was on the balcony, looking up at the scorching sun above his head, without taking his eyes off it.

  Under the scorching sun, the invisible water vapor in the sea rises in the distance, and will eventually turn into a squall towards Nanling.

  Although the city is sunny at this moment, in his eyes, he can already see the scene of heavy rain pouring down two hours later, and thunderclaps splitting from the dark clouds.

The man looks like a middle-aged man, but his appearance is already old. His formerly resolute face now looks a little kind. With the equipment removed and his hair dyed white, it looks like a man in a remote corner of the city. An old man who feeds pigeons with bread crumbs.

  Barton Henriel, Governor of Nanling Province, Marquis of the Border, Former Imperial Knight, Captain of the Patrol Knights, Lieutenant General of the Empire. This series of titles did not bring him a sense of security. Only the armor on his body, the sword on his waist, and the strength in his body could allow this old man who was nearly eighty years old to sit down and drink tea with peace of mind.

  Just now, the situation in Nauman City, even if he is sitting in the ether armament, I am afraid he will not be able to eat half a biscuit.

   "General, we haven't tracked down the forces that attacked the guide knights. There are too few clues to catch any traces."

The sound of metal trampling on the stone tile floor sounded, and the magneto-optical knight Chris came with a report. He saluted the old man first, and then reported: "The clues collected so far indicate that this mysterious force is related to the Institute of the Intellectual .”

   "They came here for the matter of the Institute of the Intellect and Baron Ryan, and wanted to kill the knight guide who seemed to have some information."

   "Now, the group suspects...the other party may be a...private organization of a certain imperial figure."

  The Magneto-Optical Knight’s report was quite satisfactory. For those who don’t know the undercurrent behind everything, this result is quite clear.

   As for the fact that the other party is from the imperial capital, it is not a big news.

   After all, in this day and age, apart from the group of dignitaries and nobles in the imperial capital, as well as the important departments counted by dozens, which local nobles can extend their hands to the border provinces outside their own territories?

  Duke Sorin may be one of them, but now that he is being burned by the flames, he obviously can't take care of it.

   "Yeah." Regarding this result, Marquis Barton hummed lightly. He was still staring at the sky, and didn't seem to care about his knight's report.

However, the magneto-optical knight still respectfully and orderly reported the recent information: "The guide knight was fortunate enough to escape successfully and did not die, but was hijacked by the Dragon Worship Cult. Now the Dragon Worship Cult asks us to release the Canaan captured a few days ago. In exchange for members of the Moore Cult."

   "General, look..."

  (end of this chapter)