"Lord Pudder!"

The guards on patrol recognized Elder Pudde, and they all knew very well that the other party was an old friend of Viscount Grant and a local civil adjutant, although theoretically they were only assisting the imperial government to manage the White People, but for them ordinary soldiers, they were also undoubtedly superiors.

- Not to mention their immediate boss, the vice-captain of the escort team, Red, is also a white citizen.

A black-bearded soldier in light armor with a conspicuous red nose stepped forward and smiled flatteringly: "Are you here to leave the city?" It's late afternoon now, the main gate is closed, I'll take you to the other side......"

"No need, I'm here to show this little guy to the world." The old man raised his hand and interrupted the other party's courtesy: "How many 'flies' are there today?" I guess it's quite a few. ”

He said lightly: "Take us to see." ”

The soldier looked sideways at Ian, and as if he had thought of something, his beard twitched, and he laughed roughly, "Is that the child who survived from the natives and killed him?" I said how there are so many flies today. ”

He didn't say much in a witty way, but led the way for Elder Budd and Ian.

The walls of Port Harrison have collapsed a lot due to the successive thunderstorms and catastrophic winds caused by the great storm eight years ago, and the north and east walls have not been completely repaired, except for the west side, which is adjacent to the indigenous community, so the restoration is a priority.

But even so, for various reasons, there were a few sections of the wall that were not repaired, and only a wooden fence was erected to enclose a cleared lot, which led to the other side of the river by a pontoon bridge.

This is the private trading point between Port Harrison and the Redwood Natives.

Ian looked around the trading point, where a resin-scented bonfire drove away mosquitoes and ants, while all sorts of furs, animal meats, and exotic herbs hung from rudimentary stands and planks waiting to be selected.

Several merchants squatted behind the goods, chatting about the topic of color, laughing from time to time, and making a few lewd gestures.

The red-nosed soldier walked into the trade point, and the merchants on both sides of the merchant looked stunned, and several merchants seemed to be about to get up to say hello, but after seeing the soldier's serious expression, they obediently sat back and looked at Ian and the others with curiosity and nervousness.

- Bigwigs inspected? That's a rarity.

Even if there are rich people in the city who want to buy indigenous products, they usually send servants to buy them......

"Byrne, how many flies are there today?"

Walking straight up to a lame merchant, the red-nosed soldier said bluntly, "Your Excellency Pude wants to see it." ”

"Huh?"

The lame merchant obviously didn't expect that he was actually inspected by the big man, he was stunned for a while, and then he stood up under the impatient urging of the red-nosed soldier, nodded at Elder Pude with some puzzlement and said, "Pavilion, Your Excellency, please look at ......"

Behind him was a wheelbarrow, covered by a dirty hide, and even the resin incense of the campfire at the Trade Point could not hide the rancid and unpleasant smell, and even the red-nosed soldier looked embarrassed and couldn't help but take a step back.

In this regard, Ian was slightly stunned.

He had smelled the extremely bad rancid smell before.

It was the smell of his uncle Osena after he killed him, and when the other party's body was decomposed by the lake and dissected by himself.

The lame trader unskinned the animal and smiled flatteringly at Elder Pud and Ian, "The flies have been here for the last two days......

He seemed to say something more, but all of Ian's attention was on the 'merchandise' in the trolley.

Corpse.

In the middle of the trolley were several aboriginal corpses with twisted limbs, dark skin, and strange patterns!

"The natives are still at odds with us, and from time to time they will send spies to scout what's going on in the city, and we'll send scouts to find out what's going on in the woods."

Noticing that Ian's gaze was firmly locked on the pile of corpses, and thinking that the boy was probably stunned, Elder Pud stroked his beard, he stared at the corpses in front of him, and said calmly: "The natives who have been found are all here, and the natives of other tribes are willing to pay a high price for the corpses of rival tribes - they are not monolithic, they also have a tradition of eating corpses, and there are people in the city who are willing to do this kind of corpse recycling business. ”

"Ian, this is only discovered, and the spies are mostly undetected."

The old man didn't say what would happen if the scouts in Port Harrison were discovered by the natives...... Because as we all know, the natives never waste food.

At this moment, heavy footsteps could be heard outside the trade post.

"Old Byrne, there are two new ones here, if you haven't been eaten by those beasts this time, you've made a lot of money, and you'll have to invite us to drink when you come back!"

Two soldiers in armor with light crossbows around their waists pushed a cart and walked loudly and laughing.

They walked into the Trade Point, and soon noticed the Red-Nased Soldier and Elder Pudd—the two soldiers froze and stopped talking.

"Look."

The white-haired old man turned his head and motioned for Ian to look: "Although you may not be able to tell the difference, it is the spies of the tribe who want to rob you and Elam as sacrifices." ”

"It's ......"

Muttering to himself, Ian could of course tell.

The tattoos of each indigenous tribe are different, and the tattoos on the cart behind Old Byrne are distinctly different and come from several different tribes.

And the corpses that the soldiers pushed over and were killed by the crossbow were very similar to the shaman he killed!

"Ian, it's not safe in the city. The natives will pay with blood, and they will surely try to kill you - kill all who bleed them. ”

Elder Pudde's voice rang out, calm and indifferent, "We're the same. This is a blood feud that has lasted for decades, if not centuries. ”

"After reading it, do you remember? Let's go. ”

The old man threw a thaler and a couple of Bysons, thanking the soldiers and the lame old Byrne for Dade, and he left the trade point with Ian, who still seemed to be shocked by the corpse, "Don't think it's safe in the city, and don't run out to buy things alone...... Danger is everywhere, especially in recent times. ”

"Do you know the way back?"

Leaving the Weirong Station and coming to the Central Avenue, the old man lowered his head, let go of the hand he had been holding, and said to Ian gently, "Do you want me to send someone to take you home?" ”

"Acquaintance." Ian replied quietly, "No, thank you, Elder." ”

The elder nodded: "Then go home, don't come out alone at night these days." ”

"Uh-huh, okay, Elder."

Pud watched as Ian obediently promised his words before leaving with some hesitation.

Halfway through, the boy turned back and realized that the old man was still watching him, and then continued to trot nervously and disappeared around the corner of the street.

"It's kind of like pretending...... Stinky boy, who promised well, said that he would not go back alone, but he still did not hesitate to go home alone. ”

Looking at the direction in which Ian disappeared and narrowing his eyes, Elder Pude shook his head, he sighed with some emotion: "This little guy is not afraid of me at all from the bottom of his bones, nor is he afraid of those natives. ”

"This courage and cheekiness, if our clan is still in the imperial capital...... Such a good guy, how many aristocratic ladies can be deceived, and how brilliant the future should be. ”

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said excitedly: "It's okay." ”

"If that's the case, I'm afraid I'll not be able to become an elder as a white citizen of dwarf mixed blood."

He turned around and left the XC zone

Elder Pudd's emotion was naturally unknown to Ian.

"Whew-"

Walking briskly through the dark streets of the night, he returned home, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath: "This world is more interesting than I imagined!" ”

Ian opened his eyes, his eyes were shining, obviously excited, where was the way he had been with Elder Pud before?

At this time, the boy couldn't help muttering to himself, "And sure enough, they also noticed the unreasonableness of Teacher Hilliard's killing of those natives - if it was the original Osena, it would be absolutely impossible to kill the shaman and the three hunters." ”

Ian had already thought of this.

As long as someone who knows Ossena thinks carefully, they will definitely notice that something is wrong.

But so what?

What he wanted to hide was not his own spiritual energy...... It's Hilliard's identity!

Psionics are not particularly rare in this world, and the White People are a relatively large group of psionics, and a White People boy awakened his psionic energy when he was dying, and helped his uncle kill several natives...... Isn't it more reasonable for Ian to kill his uncle with his own hands and then join forces with an Imperial wanted criminal to disguise himself?

As long as you perceive an answer that seems reasonable, you will not continue to think deeply, which is a common trait of human beings.

"Moreover, the natives will not give up and continue to assassinate me...... Be wary, but it's also possible that Elder Pud is deliberately trying to scare me into revealing myself as a psyker for refuge. ”

"The city defense has been much stricter, and several natives who want to sneak in have been killed, if there is no accident, the natives will stop in the near future."

Turning his mind back to the corpses of the natives in the trade point, Ian frowned slightly, and couldn't help but shake his head: "Anyway, if I want to go out and collect potions and sublimation resources, I'm afraid it will be more dangerous than I imagined." ”

"But it's not a big deal, at least they never imagined that I would be much stronger than they thought."

——If he doesn't condense the source seed successfully and initially embark on the road of sublimation, he won't run out of the city stupidly and take risks!

It is true that his spiritual energy is more beneficial the more he is in the wild, but of course safety is paramount in everything, and only when there is life can he benefit, and he understands everything.

Today is an extremely fulfilling day, and Ian Deng feels the tightness of hunger in his stomach and makes a cooing sound.

"Hey, I don't want to think so much about it."

Laughing, Ian lifted the salmon in his hand and walked to the kitchen: "Let's eat first - the light blue salmon, nourishing the body, must be very delicious, let me think about how to cook." ”

After a few seconds, he made a decision.

"Let's make salt-grilled salmon."