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The fact that a "role-playing" drama comes to an end before it even begins, is no doubt a sign of the troubles of Ian's journey.

In fact, for these two liars who dared to deceive their innocent, kind hostess, almost no one in the entire caravan would give them a good look. Especially for Ian, who is a sinner, the already distant gaze can now be described as bad.

As soon as the whole caravan departed, a middle-aged man who looked like a steward came to Ian and the two, with a disdainful gaze, and arranged them to the cart at the rear of the caravan with that cold and repulsive tone, and then quietly arranged twelve guards to line up at their sides. Looking at that posture, it looked like escorting two prisoners.

Truth be told, if it weren't for their hostess ordering them to "be kind" to these two "guests". If it weren't for the fact that they were disciplined armies and not unruly mercenaries.

So now, I'm afraid that a lot of people have come to find fault deliberately......

It's just a pity that for such a bad treatment, at this moment, the two "prisoners" sitting in the truck clearly did not feel any discomfort, let alone the slightest sense that they were not welcomed.

Our Mr. Harris has always been heartless. Even if there is a big oolong, there is no trace of being "whipped" on his face that can be compared to "absolute defense". No sooner had the caravan departed, he had already approached one of the guards who were "watching" them, and began an endless verbal bombardment, completely ignoring the disgusted eyes of the other party and the expression on the verge of an outburst.

As for Ian, since he made it to the carriage, he has fallen into silence, and his mind is completely immersed in his own world.

In fact, he is not a small-bellied person after all. As for Harris's previous "bad" behavior, he threw a mocking and sarcastic look at the other party, and then he never took it to heart again. After all, he has been living as a criminal for a year, and he has long been immune to the kind of alienated and disgusted eyes around him.

At this moment, he has more important things to consider.

The first is the question about this caravan.

What kind of caravan can be escorted by an army of three hundred people?

Stacked on trucks with goods unique to the Western Regions?

The devil would believe that these ordinary goods need to be protected by the army.

Then after excluding the goods, the answer is simple.

They were protecting one man, a woman named Olivia.

With Ian's current experience, he naturally couldn't guess the identity of the other party, but this did not prevent him from judging that this Miss Olivia was definitely not an ordinary businessman, or even a businessman at all, but a noble lady with a very high status in the Eastern Regions.

In Ian's opinion, such a noble lady can often be equated with trouble. However, because of a certain "bargaining chip" she held, Ian had to follow this caravan. Because he really wanted to know who knew about his existence, and what the other party wanted to tell him, and most importantly, whether the words she was going to tell herself would have something to do with Fei'er.

So, although he doesn't like trouble these days. But, as one middle-aged gentleman had said, he had to admit that they were indeed out looking for trouble......

Secondly, there is the problem of one's own mental image.

In fact, since he ascended to the clouds, he has indeed awakened his own mental image, and there is more than one.

However, what made him quite speechless was that one of these two mental images he couldn't use, and the other was really not very "practical" at the moment.

The first mental image is naturally the sword intent that belongs to Ian.

Fei'er once said that sword intent is a mental image that cannot be formed. When Ian has the power of the Mind, a sword will be born from his sword intent that can only be used by him.

In fact, for the capable, as long as he can reach the realm of a sword master and give birth to sword intent, then through his own inherent mental power, he can already condense his own long sword. As for Ian, who is a mortal, he waited until he ascended to the clouds before he finally saw this longsword that was supposed to be his own.

But the problem is that this sword doesn't seem to give him too much face.

To this day, Ian could sense its presence, but he couldn't pull it out once......

By now, Ian had realized that what the Pale Knight had said at the door of the Hall of the Sages did not seem to be deceiving him. The mental image condensed by his innate sword intent may really be the so-called "Sword of Ixxiude".

The sword that shattered the Holy Grail!

To be honest, Ian really didn't know if he was lucky or unlucky to get such a sword. This may be a big killer, but it could also be a ticking time bomb.

It's just that for him now, none of this means anything. Because he couldn't use it or throw it away. The only thing that is thankful is that it seems that only the ability to "slash the concept" can still be used, and it has been strengthened to a certain extent, and it has not been lost because of the inability to draw the sword.

The second mental image, which Ian named "Thorns".

Yes, just like some games in the previous life that had a similar name, this Ian's newly awakened mental image, which is intertwined with his own divine chakra, has the ability to reflect a portion of the damage.

He didn't know why he had such a mental image. Is it because of his original "defense and counterattack" style of swordsmanship, or because of the loss of Fei'er, he has become a "hedgehog" who closes himself and rejects everything in grief. Or rather, there are some of both.

Seriously, it may seem very powerful, but in fact, for now, it's more than chicken for Ian.

After a year of trying, Ian discovered that it could only be activated if he was injured.

The problem is that for almost a year, there is hardly anything left to hurt him.....

So, what does this mental image mean to Ian?

This means that it is not useful at all......

Even though he decided to exercise it because he followed Harris's advice, Ian still struggled with how to use it in real combat.

Rush straight in front of the enemy, begging the other party to slash you first?

Just thinking about that image, Ian can't put into words how he feels.

It was death, though he would not die for it......

Thinking of this, Ian suddenly found that none of the problems in front of him seemed to be easy to solve. He sighed and shook his head, realizing with great profundity that he still had a long, long way to go...... (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.