Hilliard didn't ask why Ian could tell who was the guardian and who was the leader, the psionic could just know some information that was difficult for ordinary people to understand, he was used to it.

"I can't guarantee your brother's safety."

The old knight stated simply: "This can only be done by yourself, and I hope you are prepared to fail." ”

He could see that Ian had already thought about how to deal with the natives' attacks from the beginning, but he didn't expect the other party to come so quickly and with so many people.

In that case, let's see what he does.

"That's enough, teacher, thank you."

Ian replied softly, and his tone was calm: "When I dealt with my uncle before, I had a lot of 'preparations' in the house...... Most of them are useless, and they may be reused now. ”

With that, he took a deep breath, and then stepped forward on his own, walking into the house.

Inside, the wooden planks creaked, and the smell of blood in the air had dissipated, but the smell of Ian's previous cooking meat and fish was still a little remnant, permeating the corridors.

The light of the algae oil lamp in the living room shone on the mottled wooden wall, and the dim light was faint, just like when he left.

Ian noticed that the hunter hidden in the hallway was watching him through the gap in the wooden wall, and he was a little surprised—it was not the Oxena they expected, but the other's nephew.

It was unexpected, but it had nothing to do with their job, they just had to warn if there were any neighbors or guards who noticed something was wrong.

Ian pretended not to know, and he relaxed his breath and stepped down the aisle. The traps on the planks have been patched up so well that you can't see any difference from the outside.

"They were prepared for me or Osena not to come back tonight, so they hid their tracks very well."

Ian, of course, could guess that the reason these redwood natives were staying at home was because they were going to talk to Orsna.

In the past, when he was a child, Ian, he used to see Uncle Cheap talking to someone he didn't know in the middle of the night.

At that time, although Ian had not yet awakened his memories, he was smart enough to never reveal that he knew about it, and it was from then that the child Ian began to prepare to hide a few small silver coins and escape from the house.

His appearance will certainly surprise these natives, but it will also make the other party wonder, so he can give Hilliard and himself a chance.

Calming down, Ian made his way to the living room.

Here, a figure is waiting.

"It's you."

The jerky imperial Chinese language sounded, and the figure who was treating the wound on his foot stood up, staring at the boy with slightly vertical eyes.

Ian looked up as well.

The young native had no hair or eyebrows, tan skin, and a dense pattern of strange tattoos all over his body, including his cheeks, and was not much taller than his seven or eight-year-old child, but a feather ring around his neck proved that he was a shaman.

The redwood natives are short in stature, even the strong hunters in the clan are only about one meter five or six, they are indeed much thinner than the imperial people, but they are very agile, have a certain night vision, and their sense of smell and toxicity are also much stronger than the imperial people, and they are natural forest hunters.

In the era of imperial development, the colonial Imperials died a lot in conflicts with the local natives, so the parents on the South Ridge side used 'being captured and eaten by the natives' as a pretext to coax the children, so Ian was also very aware of the other party's situation.

Elam was wrapped in a blanket and placed on a chair next to the shaman. The white-haired toddler slept soundly, smashing his mouth, unaware of the danger he was about to encounter and the state of being haunted by the blood-colored mist.

"It seems that it was Orsena who died, it's hard to imagine."

The shaman's face was surprised, and the corners of his mouth moved to make those tattoos twist strangely: "He often said that his nephew was very clever and the best material for sacrifices, so he had to pay more...... But he probably didn't expect you to be so smart. ”

"The best sacrifice indeed." He was sure.

Ian was silent.

Sensing the meaning behind Ian's silence, the shaman narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "You dare to come back alone...... It seems that Orsanna told you everything before he died. ”

"Or have you informed the Guards of all this?"

A child, who could be so calmly silent after killing his uncle and seeing himself again, the shaman guessed that the other party had informed the local guard of the fact that Osena had colluded with them, and asked for asylum......

Perhaps behind Ian, there was already a Harrison Harbor Guard team on his heels.

But soon, that speculation was thrown aside.

Not just because the guards couldn't have followed a child and let them go home alone, but also because Ian had already spoken.

"Nope."

The boy stood at the other end of the living room, and he said calmly, "Tell the guards that my brother will die, and of course I won't do that." ”

"He's a sacrifice."

Looking at the young child beside him, the shaman said thoughtfully, and he looked sideways at Ian, "You too." ”

"But not right now."

Grinning, the feathered shaman showed a strange smile: "Ian...... I remember your name. Do you plan to take your uncle's job and become our collaborator? ”

"You're smart, Ian, with my help, you can live comfortably and freely, you're much smarter than your uncle, and you're not as crazy as that mushroom-smoking idiot......"

He sent out an invitation: "We like to work with smart people. ”

The shaman thought that Osena had died from a dream of mushroom smoking, and that he had been attacked by his nephew while he was asleep, and this stupid death was expected by him.

The shaman's proposal was not a whim. Because they really need someone to provide them with news about Port Harrison, it is inconvenient for the little ones, but it is easy to control.

There are not many indigenous tribes around Port Harrison, and there are even more people who cooperate with the people in the port, but the only person he cooperates with is Osena, and if Orsena can provide him with some food, various tools, and occasional sacrifices, he would not have become a shaman at such a young age.

Orsanna's death is indeed a loss, but the mushroom-smoking madman is too difficult to control, and it may not be a bad choice to replace Ian with a smart kid.

No matter how bad it is...... It can also be used as a sacrifice.

"Smart people make the right choices."

So the shaman smiles weirdly, he doesn't believe Ian would choose to kill himself.

As for Elam's life and death...... The shaman didn't say it, it was unnecessary.

He also didn't feel the need to bargain with a child, which was a stepping stone to the great shaman's eyes, and a necessity for the tribe.