In the scorching heat of July, on a scorching summer night, a round of hooking the moon hangs high, but there are not many stars above the sky.

Most of the originally brilliant galaxy was now missing, as if the vast sea of stars was obscured by a layer of pitch-black mist.

But the scorching wind came swiftly from the desert of the Flame Lands, and ignited the oligarch's midnight.

With no starlight, the moonlight was brighter than ever, like another sun.

Under the moonlight, the man who was haunted by the golden light mist was tall, with long gray-white hair, about forty or fifty years old, and maybe even a little older.

His cheeks were thin, his eyes were deep, and his old face was tired, and he looked like he had been wandering for too long, and he had been soaked in wind and frost.

But even so, he was as indestructible as an iron tower when he stood.

Ian saw that the other party only gently reached out a hand and pressed it against the head of the native-hunter who was still struggling. As soon as he twisted it, the hunter, who was still howling and screaming, was silent.

The man who had easily ended the life of a man turned his head to look at Osena's body, then turned his head to look at the white-haired boy.

He's watching.

At the same time, Ian is also observing what the other party is wearing.

The man had a hand and a half sword hanging from his waist, the blade was more than a meter long, there was no edge, it was more of a ruler than a sword, and the hilt of the sword had traces of being deliberately worn off, which seemed to be a family inscription of a nobleman.

He was clad in a navy blue cloak, wrapped tightly from head to toe, apparently for nocturnal travelers, not some wandering knight or forest hunter.

The two men who were watching each other looked at each other.

"Ahem......"

- This is the body of the golden mist?

With a light cough, Ian will see the golden mist and perceive, 'Is this my adventure?' He was surprised in his heart: "I didn't expect it to be a living person......

"But maybe it's better that way."

He steadied himself and clenched the pitchfork in his hand, a series of movements that the knight took as a surprise at meeting him.

"Rest assured, kid."

So the man took his hand, took a step back, and showed that he had no ill intentions.

At this moment, for the first time, instead of following behind the other party, he was face to face with Ian, carefully looking at the boy who had repeatedly surprised him.

Unexpectedly amazing.

It's not that in other ways, this time the surprise was very simple - the child in front of me was too good-looking.

“…… How could there be such a beautiful child? It's like the legendary lake goblin. ”

Slightly amazed, in the eyes of the old knight, Ian's appearance is good, although he is still a child, he can already see the future uprightness, and those noble children in the imperial capital have a very different face and body with baby fat, but the southern immigration area is already short of resources, and the children who live here will indeed be thinner.

Of course, in terms of the color of his skin, his speech, and his actions, Ian does not look like a child of an ordinary fisherman and farmer's family.

If you think about it, the White Folk of Port Harrison do seem to have some impressions, are they the ones who were exiled decades ago......

Retracting his thoughts, the man withdrew his gaze, and the cleanly dressed child looked at him, except for some surprise and nervousness at first, most of the time his eyes were calm and his reaction was extremely organized, and he did not lay down his arms and relax his guard from beginning to end.

And that's not all.

The old knight could also notice that this was an unusual white people boy, and he didn't even breathe.

While he was looking at each other, the boy was also staring at him, scanning up and down, whether it was the tears on his clothes and the old blood marks that could not be washed away, or the scars on his face and the back of his hands, he was carefully observing and analyzing.

If I have to say it, it's like those scholars of the Alchemist Society, when considering the price of their experimental materials, the kind of philistine eyes and expressions that are detached from the world.

- Good.

The old knight couldn't help but laugh.

- Quick and clear thinking, logical and planned, and with the decisiveness and calmness with which he just noticed the native hunter's stealth and counterattack, all qualities are superior.

So, the man nodded, "Well done, whether it's fighting back against the abuser from the beginning, or the selection of the area where the corpse is disposed of next, it's also flawless to deal with the attacks of the forest leopards and natives." ”

He praised: "Really well done. ”

"He knew it from the beginning?"

Shocked, Ian recalled the faint golden glitter he had seen when he opened his window to observe the street.

He couldn't help but know in his heart: "I see, that's it...... Has he been observing since then? ”

But if this is the case, why didn't you see the golden light when you chose the West River and the official road before?

"It must be that there is a 'danger' in those two directions that I don't know about, enough to hold this kind old man back, so that the other party can't take care of me—or rather, the danger over there is not so certain that it is almost certain to die, because the other party has already helped me prevent part of the disaster."

Ian didn't dwell on that. These are the details, and the most important thing is the shimmering colors on the old knight's body.

Golden, this level of opportunity must be seized, and the other party has kindness to him and helps.

For that alone, he should be thankful.

So, in the subtle silence between the two of them, Ian took the initiative to speak: "Thank you for the compliment." ”

"Sir, you can call me Ian."

The boy, who was only eight or nine years old at most, nodded slightly, his voice was immature and clear, and he seemed very serious: "Thank you for your help before, may I ask your name?" ”

"Name?"

The old knight raised his eyebrows, and he didn't realize that the other party was actually asking for his name.

Is now the time to ask about this? He shook his head slightly, and said with some amusement: "This is not the time to ask for a name, don't you know?" ”

"Of course I do." And Ian smiled the same: "But without your help, sir, I'm afraid I'm going to get hurt." ”

"How do I explain my right arm to the doctor because of the Native Hunter's knife? It is so hot in July, my wound is likely to become inflamed and suppurated, will I survive such weather and medical conditions? It's all unknown. ”

"I want to thank you, so I need your name."

"You're no ordinary child."

Squinting his eyes, the old knight said firmly: "Your spiritual ability should be mind reading, or sensing emotions, danger prediction - you knew from the beginning that I had no malicious intentions, which is why you are so bold." No wonder you can spot the Native Hunter who has good stealth skills. ”

"But don't put too much faith in your psionic powers."

At this moment, the man smiled, but soon, his expression became indifferent and cold. The old knight took a step forward, as if he was about to reach out and grab Ian's neck: "Just because I didn't have malice before doesn't mean I don't have it now. ”