Elder Pude was puzzled by this, but after all, the last time he saw Orsna, it was more than half a year ago, and it was normal to eat better and grow strong for such a long time.

Not to mention that the distorted tumor on the opponent's leg has not changed, although there is a wound on the face, but it is generally the appearance of Osenna.

"It seems that there is no way to sleep tonight, and the natives are becoming more and more rampant, and they are still setting fires in the harbor...... Maybe there's a follow-up attack, and I'll have to go to the town hall. ”

Casually blaming the fire on the natives, as the elder of the White People, Pud naturally knew how to explain to the officials of the town hall and the local viscounts, saying what they liked to hear.

At this moment, with the gathering and watering of many white people, the fire has shrunk a lot, and is even about to be extinguished.

All that was left was the smoldering wooden frames, dissipating heat and distorting the air from the crumbling ruins of the houses.

Elder Pudde, who had determined the situation, had already made up his mind, he turned his head to the side, and instructed Sainan, who was standing aside, "Sainan, take Ian and the others to that house to rest. You know, the one by the pier. ”

"Yes!" The fisherman did not hesitate to accept it, and the surrounding residents were admiring his bravery and righteousness just now, but it could be regarded as a small limelight, and the swarthy fisherman could not see his thoughts on the surface, but his heart was happy.

With that, the old man turned his head sideways and looked at Ian, his gaze thoughtful.

- This child is not crying noisily now, and he can still retell the story smoothly, which is very different from ordinary children.

Although it looks a little timid, there is really courage inside.

Coupled with the fact that he was really likable, with a pair of big watery eyes that seemed to be able to speak, Elder Pude couldn't help but sigh, if they were still in the imperial capital, this child would definitely be able to attract the favor of many noble girls when he grew up.

Pity......

"Good boy, go to sleep. Orsena wants to heal, you and your brother have a good rest. ”

Shaking his head and stopping his thoughts, the old man said to Ian as softly as possible: "Don't be afraid, you were your uncle before, and now your clan will protect you." ”

The boy looked up and looked earnestly at Elder Pudd.

"I trust the Elders." He said this, and the old man stroked his beard with satisfaction in a sincere tone, and laughed: "Go and rest, it's time to grow your body!" ”

Next, Ian followed Senan to a hut by the docks.

Compared to the eastern part of the harbor where Ian originally lived, the streets near the pier are less shabby, and the coastal breakwaters are special elven sea trees, with thick trunks and black-brown reef-like roots intertwined with gray-white stones to resist the blue waves.

It was late at night, most of the residents awakened by the fire had returned to their houses to continue resting, the streets were silent and deserted, and Ian followed Senan through the stairs and streets to a hut on the shore.

"This house was originally owned by Motala's family, but it was destroyed in the storm eight years ago, and the family was gone, and no one lived in it after the repair, and now it is just in use."

The dark-skinned fisherman touched Ian's head: "This is the inside of the port, don't worry, no matter how powerful those natives are, they won't be able to run here." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Sainan!" And Ian seemed to be finally relieved, he looked at the low house by the sea, and couldn't help but mutter, "Finally ......"

After a long day's work, after killing three people and picking up a teacher, Ian can finally get a good rest.

said goodbye to Sainan, placed his younger brother well, and arranged a blanket for him.

Ian opened his horizon of foresight for the last time today.

The steady white breath is like a cloud in the sky, although there is still a faint trace of blood lingering, but living in this world, who is really safe and can be truly at ease?

Because of Ian's fiddling, Elan woke up with his eyes open, his purple eyes looked at his brother a little blankly, he was very well-behaved and didn't cry, but Ian actually wished that the other party would cry.

"Brother will sleep with you today."

Close the foresight, and the crystal water-colored eyes dim.

Anchored Ellan with a mat, Ian began to tell strange stories as he remembered before.

Before his memory was revived, he was still a child, Ian, and when he was taking care of his younger brother, he would always tell strange stories to lull him to sleep.

At that time, Ian would tell about the fragments of his dreams, such as the towering steel mansion reaching into the sky, taller than the mountains on the edge of the harbor; The magical web connects everyone, and people can know the situation on one side of the earth on the other side; Or a huge iron ship spews flames out of nothingness, setting off from a huge ball filled with water and heading for a vast and bright starry sky.

Starry sky...... Starry sky.

Even if it's just telling a story, Ian can't help but be in a daze for a moment.

Looking out the window, at the starry night sky of Port Harrison, he raised his head and stared, as if the iron ship in his dream and story had turned into reality and was sailing towards the infinite sea of stars.

- It was a fragment of memory, an obsession that ran through two lifetimes.

And Ian stared at the starry sky, even if it was just for a long time.

"The first night wasn't too bad."

After a long time, Elan was asleep, and the boy lowered his head, he looked out the window at the surging water, and whispered to himself, "If it was the beginning of hell before, now it is not bad." ”

After arriving in another world, the first existential crisis related to life has been resolved...... But the threat to the indigenous people remains, and his life is still not guaranteed.

Unless, he can gain power. Greater strength, the power that can ensure one's own survival, and the power that can be at ease.

But that's tomorrow.

Lie down and close your eyes.

In the sound of the tide, he fell asleep.

A dreamless night.

When I woke up the next day, it was noon.

The midday sun was shining through the window curtains, making Ian's gray hair sparkle.

"Hmm~"

Opening his eyes and slowly getting up, Ian stretched out like a cat, and from the torn neckline and clothes, he could see that the bruises on the boy's waist, abdomen and chest had disappeared, even the heaviest ones, such as the wounds on his head, were now only a few faint red marks.

After waking up, Ian felt refreshed, and even the slight dizziness caused by using too much psionic energy yesterday completely dissipated: "It seems that the wounds have healed, has the self-healing ability improved so much?" ”

But after the buzzing in his belly, he touched his stomach and sighed: "It's just easy to get hungry." ”

After awakening the spiritual energy, the amount of food also increases, which can be regarded as a small price after mastering the power.

Turning his head sideways, Ian saw his brother's familiar sleeping face - this little guy seemed to be used to sleeping, and he could sleep in such a bright room in broad daylight.

Look up again and look to the other side of the room.

Dressed in bandages and drugged, 'Osenna' was lying flat on a wooden bed and looked like he was sleeping soundly.

This was sent over after being treated by a pharmacist last night.

But this is obviously a disguise, and after noticing Ian's awakening, Hilliard, disguised as Orsna, also opens his eyes and looks at the white-haired boy with a rather intriguing gaze.

"Good student, you pretended to cry last night, which is quite similar." He said.

"Teacher, you are also very skilled in pretending to be seriously injured." Ian Dao.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

While both sides can still be considered strangers, there is no doubt that for both sides, the other is 10,000 times more affectionate than a pedophilic mushroom-sucking maniac uncle and a possible pursuer.

Ian needs Hilliard, and Hilliard is optimistic about Ian's future, and in contrast to these, familiarity or strangeness is simply a boring trifle.

But soon, Ian's gaze became serious.

"Teacher." He got out of bed, stood in front of Hilliard, who was also sitting up, and bent down slightly: "You should have been a 'sublimator' in the past, right?" ”

Seeing this, the man also looked solemn and sat up from the bed: "Indeed." ”

Then, he heard, and Ian asked sincerely, "So, teacher, I want to know the source of the power of the sublimator and how to become a true sublimator." ”

This time, it is necessary to rely on ignition, traps and surprise attacks to kill the enemy, but this kind of preparation and luck is not always available, if the next time the natives come to take revenge, they can't resist at all.

Ian wants to become powerful, and for the continent of Terra, becoming an ascendant by word of mouth is perhaps the most orthodox and fastest way.

Of course, there are many other things Ian wants to ask about - psionic powers, the history and race of this world, the history of the land and the country beneath his feet......

He wanted to know, but he wasn't in a hurry, so he asked carefully, starting with the most important places.

In the face of knowledge, he has always been so sincere and unabashed.

"Good question."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, my spine is raised. Faced with the student's inquiry, Hilliard also smiled: "This is exactly what I wanted to tell you last night, the essence and practice of the sublimator. ”