High Above

  Chapter 430 Oak Master (13)

  After the envoy left, he disappeared into the crowd almost instantly.

  Mr. Yinfang breathed a sigh of relief visibly, but Ian reminded: "He hasn't gone far—he's staring at us from behind that noodle stall... oh, he's gone now."

The young man looked at Mr. Yinfang, and noticed that the other person's expression changed from comfort to horror and then to comfort again. He couldn't help but feel a little amused: "Sir, why are you so afraid of him? The Marquis is indeed a high-status personage, and his envoy deserves respect...but There's no need to be so afraid, right?"

   "What's more, as I remember, aren't you favored by the Marquis of Barton? Or the title of honorary citizen that he personally awarded you."

   "Sigh, you don't even know what the Marquis of Barton was in charge of... and how he dealt with the Nanling nobles and those thorns."

Caressing his chest, Mr. Yinfang let out a long sigh: "Me? Honorary citizen? The other candidates are all dead... They were hanged next to the square one by one. Hey, I was young at the time, and I was indeed obedient and sensible, but you also I know... a person like me, no matter how rich he is, can only be afraid."

   "Because I am not a sublimator, I can only be afraid."

  The old man's words were full of regret, but he didn't really feel much resentment that he was not a 'sublimator'.

  Ian nodded thoughtfully, he understood somewhat.

Mr. Yinfang, as a rich man in Nanling with the support of Dragon Worship Sect behind him, the reason why he didn't try his best to get a set of legal sublimator inheritance for himself, besides being too old to adapt to the transformation of source quality, should also be because "he can't 'Become a sublimator.

  Because after becoming a sublimator...he is not obedient enough, not 'sensible' enough.

   In other words, there is no way to enjoy the current rich life.

   "Being afraid is better than not being able to."

  So the young man shook his head lightly: "Tomorrow afternoon... Speaking of which, the Marquis of Barton seems to prefer others to call him a general."

   "Of course, he hasn't adapted to the status of a nobleman. The days when he accompanied His Majesty to fight and defend the land were the most glorious and most memorable times for him."

  The old man was still trying to find clues on the street. He was really afraid of the mysterious spies under the Marquis of Barton, but in the end it was still fruitless.

Mr. Yinfang was quite helpless: "Can you really sense it? There were also many sublimated people who thought they had high perception and were not afraid of the spies of the empire, but they either found a warning letter under their pillows, or It’s just that the brain is gone.”

   "Probably because the blood of the elves is more sensitive."

Ian scanned the street in front of him, the water-colored halos in his eyes flickered, he seemed to see something, and waved his hand with some disgust: "To be honest, I don't want to be so sharp, and some things I don't want to see can also See... oh my god, this gameplay is really perverted."

   "Wait." Mr. Yinfang frowned, and he sensed the key: "You are so sharp, why did you chase it out before?"

   "Haha..." At this point, Ian could only pretend to be stupid: "I just feel that I can fight back..."

  Mr. Yinfang took a deep look at Ian, then shook his head slightly: "All right, I will always know anyway."

   "Shall I take you into town tomorrow morning?"

   "Not in such a hurry." Ian walked out of the chamber of commerce gate. He stood at the entrance of the street and looked in the direction of Nauman City.

  He stared at the nightless city in the distance, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "This is Lord Marquis taking care of me."

   "I'll go there tomorrow afternoon."

  The next afternoon.

   After packing all his luggage, Ian left this bustling and noisy town that he liked very much after being sent off by Mr. Yinfang.

Streets full of hawkers and shops, adventurers and travelers of all races, and many merchants coming and going - the loud hawkers and bards singing on the streets, the clanging of blacksmith shops, and the screams of children in residential areas laugh.

  Of course, the most important thing is the delicious double tree bread.

   "If I were just an ordinary adventurer, living here, taking risks, and exploring the mysteries of the Nanling Mountains... Maybe it would be a good life."

Riding a camel beast and walking on the avenue leading to Nauman City with other caravan carriages, Ian couldn't help but feel a little regretful: "A peaceful life, a comfortable life, slowly enjoying the fun of exploration and research, who would Don't you like this? Even a prophet doesn't need to always push himself to act."

  Ian loves to explore the unknown, but that doesn't mean he likes to be constantly on the move. On the contrary, his personality is actually more mellow than it appears, and he doesn't mind waiting patiently when the need arises.

  He is always full of patience. People who like to gaze at the starry sky are of course willing to gaze at the sky quietly, waiting for the clouds to drift and the breeze to blow.

only…

  He couldn't wait.

  The boy still remembers the prophecy he saw for the entire Terra six years ago.

  The earth full of blackness and death, and the sky where the stars are wiped out...

  Prophecies do not have to be fully believed—because no matter which prophet they are, their predictions cannot predict the changes that other prophets may cause.

  The simplest example...Ian's prophecy is definitely a future that can only be reached if the prophets of the Huaiguang Church do not exist.

  He could convince himself and slow down.

   But he chose to move forward after all.

  Nauman City is getting closer.

  The core area of ​​the capital of Nanling is actually a bastion surrounded by canals, which has been continuously expanded since then to resist the attacks of Warcraft and aborigines that emerged in Nanling hundreds of years ago.

  But with the continuous development of technology, and large tracts of virgin jungle around the city were felled and developed, and reclaimed into today's open plains and satellite towns.

In this way, the city wall lost its meaning, and many of the city walls of Nauman City were indeed demolished, replaced by streets and many sentry towers and small fortifications around the town—as long as the all-out war begins, the entire surrounding area of ​​Nauman City will change. Into the most terrible flesh mill.

The double tree avenue that Ian is walking now leads directly to the XC area of ​​Nauman City. As long as you pass this orchard field, you can directly see the Indus Square in the distance. The surrounding area is full of hotels for traders and adventurers. It can be seen that there is a kind of crowded excitement.

If you raise your head slightly, you can see the "central area" in the city center, which is where the original bastion area is located. The terrain there is relatively high, and the firepower can cover all surrounding areas from a commanding height, so it is also called Shangcheng District. .

  A light-colored canal surrounds the bastion area, like a white line drawing a circle, and then goes out from the east to the sea, like a white straight line.

   Ian walks up to the line.

  The time has come to the afternoon, but the sun is still hot and bright.

  Following the west-slanting sunlight, the boy planned to follow the caravan into the city, and then go to the Yinfang Chamber of Commerce to arrange the camel beast and salute, and then he can take the badge to the governor's mansion in the upper city.

  However, it may be a coincidence, or it may be a kind of necessity.

   While entering the city, Ian saw a bright and harmonious cyan light walking towards him.

  For a moment, I felt that the surrounding sunlight dimmed.

  The afternoon sun was still bright, even with a kind of dry heat, but when Ian saw the blue light, it suddenly became gentle, like the twilight in the evening... no, like the shade in the dense jungle.

  Ian stopped the camel beast.

  —the third energy level. Now the third energy level in Nauman City, apart from the Marquis of Barton, should only be the 'Oak Master' from Canaan Moore.

  He analyzed it quite calmly, and saw that the other party didn't come towards him on purpose, but simply went out from the south gate.

This analysis cannot be said to be wrong, it is indeed the case, the team following Master Oak is not small, there is also a second-level elf and a first-level elf following him, it should be the 'candle holder' in the information ' up.

  As for the ordinary people behind, Ian glanced at them, and it should be the team from Canaan Moore.

   "It's better to stay away."

  Ian patted the camel beast gently, the camel beast shook its head, and then turned to the left—Ian planned to enter the city through the west gate instead.

   But what made him silent was that as he changed direction, the cyan light in the distant team simply left the team and walked towards him openly.

  —What is this for?

  Ian was a little confused. He obviously didn't see any danger before coming to Nauman City? There was nothing unusual about Frost Butterfly, why did Master Oak walk towards him openly?

   Or did he say that he was being passionate, and he was looking for someone else in the same direction?

  Ian looked around and found that there were caravans all around him, and there was no particularly conspicuous target. Even he himself wears a hood, and most people can't see his face.

   "Don't look around, young goblin...maybe a little shark?"

  (end of this chapter)