High Above

  Chapter 433 The words of the first emperor (13)

"You're smarter than I thought, and very sensible. Coutag (Mr. Silverfang) taught you that? It's a nice outfit, but I can tell you're the type who thinks practicality outweighs aesthetics." people."

The Marquis of Barton clapped his hands, and a maid brought a document, and he signed it casually: "Listen, Little Grant recommended you with the quota left by his father. I didn't want to accept it, because his kid didn't What kind of good talents can he bring out with the temperament that a patrol knight should have? I deeply doubt it."

"Actually, if you want me to say it, Old Grant is just like that. Apart from being loyal and able to fight, his brain is indeed not very good, but who told me that I fought side by side with Old Grant back then? I am too embarrassed to reject his son. "

   "You were a surprise, Ian."

   Flying away, this frivolous document was sent straight to Ian, suspended in mid-air.

  The young man carefully lifted it up slowly, and then gently removed it from the 'invisible wind pressure', without damaging the document.

  The Marquis of Barton thought about it, then smiled—he waved his hand to let the maid back down.

  The second prepared document is no longer needed.

   "I am already?"

  The teenager glanced at the contents and signatures on the document, and now Ian was really surprised: "There is no assessment? Or is it a test..."

   "Just after you left Port Harrison, you caught the special warfare spies of Flamingo and exposed their biological warfare conspiracy."

The Marquis of Barton shook his head: "Afterwards, kill the sharp-clawed tiger and protect the town of Golden Leaf. Immediately afterwards, the conspiracy of Leanland was exposed - Rapoor is really stupid, he wants to ask me for help, will I not help him? If you insist on cooperating with the people from the Academy of Intellectual Intelligence, you will be backlashed in the end."

"Especially his son is actually the chosen one... He didn't report this to me, what was he planning to do? He died of his own greed, and died of concealment. He didn't regard himself as a Nanling nobleman at all, but as an imperial man !"

  Ian pretended not to hear this sentence, put down the file, and took a bite of bear meat.

   "Your merits are completely sufficient. Go to the headquarters of the imperial capital to register, and you will be an official inspector knight apprentice. Of course, you will have to wait for you to become a third-level apprentice before becoming a regular. It may not take more than ten years for you."

After scolding Baron Ryan for a while, the Marquis of Barton finally concluded: "The luck of the Grant family has always been good. When Bai Wu went to him, I said that their family was lucky, and now you have you. He will To fulfill his father's wish."

   "I will prepare a new set of armor and sword for you later, and then help me bring a document to the imperial capital. Now, continue to eat."

  The general's tone cannot be denied, and the last sentence is the real focus.

  Ian narrowed his eyes slightly, and he felt a sense of crisis—where did the Marquis get any documents that he needed a first energy level to send?

   There must be some intention behind this.

   But Ian is very clear that he has no right to refuse.

   What's more... If it's as he guessed, then maybe it really isn't a bad thing.

   "Has it been used as bait? Is it to catch an insider, or to catch other forces? That's why I have been testing my observation ability, so that I can confirm who it is at that time?"

   Smiling slightly in his heart, Ian showed a little hesitation just right, and then said firmly: "I promise to complete the task, General."

  The corners of the Marquis Barton's mouth curled up, and he nodded: "Very good. Then continue eating.

   "Don't be disgusted, even Master Oak and the others can't eat these prey that I hunted with my own hands."

   "His own hands?" This surprised Ian, and the cup he was drinking tea was put down: "You hunted the prey by yourself?"

"of course."

  The Marquis of Barton cut off a piece of grilled beef brisket with a pocket knife, and then took a big bite: "Do you think... this table is extravagant?"

Ian took a look and found that the ingredients on the table were indeed rich in variety, including a variety of Warcraft ingredients. Among other things, that plate of fresh fish fillets was made of sea blue marlin. The source quality was pure and nourishing. It will cause distortion and taste extremely delicious.

  Such a small plate of fish fillets is worth a year's work of ordinary people.

  Luxury? If calculated in terms of money, the extravagant can hardly be more extravagant.

  But if, if these are all obtained by a sublimator from his usual "fun hunting" and the old man's favorite "fishing"...

   "That's really home-cooked food. It's even a bit shabby and frugal."

  He murmured: "Third-level sublimators, eating these things is the same as children drinking honey water, just for the taste..."

"good."

The old general continued to eat indifferently. He was like a black hole, constantly devouring the dishes on the table and being delivered by the maids: "Some people think that I eat a lot, which is too wasteful, but these things are not as luxurious as luxury. Can't talk about it."

   "Look. This cow." He raised his hand, pointing to the brisket in front of him: "I went hunting in the mountains."

   "Look at this bear's paw again, endangering the townspeople. I saw it when I was walking, and ran to kill it."

   "There is also this fish. To be honest, after fishing all afternoon, I was so angry that I almost went to the fish market to buy it, but I finally caught it."

  The Marquis of Barton was simply showing off, showing his prey to Ian: "As a nobleman, you should not ask for it from your subjects, but give it away."

"The late emperor once said, 'The sublime should not compete with the people for profit'. I have always believed that this is the highest virtue of the nobility. It is far more pragmatic than slogans like 'guarding', 'humility' and 'compassion'—as long as Those of us who are sublimated don’t keep thinking about taking the food in the people’s house and the insignificant Byson and Thaler, the world will be ten times more peaceful.”

   "Black King..."

  Ian said so, and then seemed to realize something, and changed his words: "The late emperor actually said such a thing? It sounds reasonable, but it is not practical..."

   "As a knight, read more books."

The Marquis of Barton squinted his eyes, stared at Ian, and then nodded slightly: "And it is indeed the case. The reason why Rapole failed in Leon's collar was because he was too involved with ordinary people—he wanted to ask me Pleading for the help of cloning equipment and psykers to transfer the soul of his chosen child into a new body, how could I not help him?"

  "I will help him with great fanfare and make this matter a sensation in the entire empire... He will become the father of the dead and resurrected, and I will also gain great fame."

   "It's a pity." The old general sighed: "He doesn't do this. Not only that, but he insists on making some boring calculations... Lapole and those people in the Institute of Gnosis are too small."

"I don't know…"

   There was a chill down his spine, and Ian didn't dare to answer this sentence.

  He could see that the Marquis of Barton looked like a dead-headed soldier on the surface, but in fact, there were three traps in one sentence.

   If he dared to respond, everything would be exposed!

  Why is this person so good at talking? And he suspected that he and the head of the Gnosis Institute were related to Baron Ryan's death? How did you guess this?

  Ian was a little confused about this question, because the Marquis of Barton's guess was illogical at all, and his actions would never be exposed according to general thinking.

  But he could know from the reaction of the frost butterfly in the alchemy pocket on his waist that even if he was really exposed, at most it would only lower the impression of the Marquis of Barton, and nothing bad would really happen.

  —weird.

  —By the way, why did he tell me about noble virtues? I am obviously just a knight, right?

  This kind of subtle, unclear and even confusing atmosphere makes the teenager feel quite bad.

  But on the surface, he still pretended to be a normal knight, staring at the old general in front of him with a cautious, confused and puzzled expression.

   "Actually, the same is true of Little Grant."

The Marquis of Barton looked at Ian, his eyes were bright and sharp, as if he wanted to see through Ian's heart: "If he really wants to develop the labyrinth to benefit himself and his subjects—then he will firmly Hold on to your good card of 'Maze Master' instead of throwing you in front of me."

   "Unless it's a tactful show of weakness... But I don't think Little Grant has the ability."

  (end of this chapter)