- It takes about a third of a second to open the 'Foresight Horizon', and the physical strength consumed is about the same as 'throwing a punch with all your might'.

Even Ian, who is now physically improving, can't turn it on and off more than twenty times in a row.

It's not that he doesn't have the physical strength, but his spirit can't withstand the pressure of opening the Prophetic Horizon.

Just like an ordinary person, don't you have the physical strength to throw twenty punches in a row? They just didn't master the method, the force was wrong, and naturally the elbow and arm were sore and uncomfortable after multiple punches.

Ian believes that through a lot of practice, he can gradually strengthen the speed and endurance of opening the foresight, and master a more scientific and reasonable opening method.

Maintaining a prophetic horizon is also physically demanding.

This consumption is not large, on the premise of eating a full meal, Ian can continue to open for more than a minute before feeling tired, which is about the same as running briskly, and can recover after a few minutes of relaxation.

In addition, Ian found that the scope of the foresight horizon would continue to expand as it was opened.

The world that has been fogged by the Foresight Horizon is a circle with Ian as the center and a diameter of about 100 meters.

Only within this range can he perceive the 'crisis' and 'opportunity' at the first time.

However, because Ian is still a human after all, and his field of vision is cone-shaped, outside of the cone, a master like Hilliard can also avoid the detection of the foresight through blind spots through visual blind spots when Ian is not paying attention.

As the Foresight continues to open, the radius of this circle will increase at a speed of more than one meter per second, and the physical cost of the Foresight will also increase rapidly as it expands.

When Ian continued to maintain the Foresight Horizon for a minute, and the range of the Foresight Circle reached a radius of one hundred and ten meters, he was completely unable to withstand the intense physical exertion.

Ian guessed that if he could control the scope of the Foreknowledge Circle and keep it at a certain level and not allow it to expand at will, then he could make the Foresight Circle last longer.

Even, in the future, the existence of the Circle of Foresight can be maintained around the clock!

In this way, it will be extremely difficult for anyone to sneak up on him.

Not at the moment, Ian believes that the foresight is controllable and only requires a long period of practice.

This is also recorded in the 'Preparation Notebook' in his head, which is a daily training item from now on.

"There are a lot of things that need to be trained."

Exercising until noon, Ian, feeling tired, boiled a pot of hot water and prepared to cook some porridge.

When lighting the fire, he concluded: "Psionic energy and body complement each other, and neither can be delayed—at this level, I need to eat at least two servings of food to ensure growth and not wear out my body." ”

Based on Hilliard's words, as well as his own observations, Ian sensed that the physical limits of the Terras were exaggerated.

Even ordinary people who have not embarked on the road of sublimation, if they insist on exercising and sharpening their bodies to the limit, they are enough to wrestle with adult bulls empty-handed, or even win in battle.

This bull is not a cow on earth, the Terra bull is a behemoth with an average weight of more than two tons, and its body is covered with cartilage plates, a real biological tank!

Beef cattle are said to be three points stronger than their counterparts, and it is easy to launch a frenzy and crash into a small bungalow.

Even knights take pride in being able to tame a riding bull, and the 'bull rider' is known as a well-known wrestler.

However, compared to being a person who can wrestle with cows, Ian is actually more interested in what kind of body structure the cows in the Terra continent are and why they can grow so big.

But unfortunately, like Earth, cattle on the continent of Terra are also the main force of cultivation and the source of various strategic materials.

A cow can cultivate a hundred times more land than an ordinary farmer, and the tendons of the ox can be used to make a large bow, and leather and bone plates are also natural sources of armor materials.

Not to mention, the price of a well-developed adult bull is a horrible two hundred and fifty thalers, and even more so in Port Harrison, where the last farmer toiled for decades without food or drink.

Therefore, the plan to dissect the bull can only be regretfully put on the back burner by Ian.

"Huh?"

Even when he was thinking differently while cooking porridge, Ian still didn't forget to open up the foresight horizon from time to time and practice psionic skills.

If someone were in the house, they could see that the white-haired boy's eyes lit up with a circle of cyan streamers from time to time, and then quickly dissipated, flickering like fireflies.

But during an inadvertent glance, Ian suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Raising his head, he looked out the window.

There seems to be something suspicious there.

"That's ......"

Ian, who was crouching in front of the fire, stood up, his expression solemn, the fluorescent light in his eyes, locked on a suspicious target behind the wall and outside the hut: "Someone is spying on me?" ”

In the Foresight Horizon, a circle of pale white mist in the shape of a human figure is walking down the street.

The matter is unremarkable. Unlike where Ian originally lived, Elder Pudder's new house for Ian and Hilliard was located in a seaside neighborhood that would be much more crowded during the day.

But the fog had been walking back and forth in the streets three or four times, for more than ten minutes, and it was very suspicious no matter how you thought about it.

"Who is it? Why? It can't be indigenous, right? How can it be so arrogant. ”

The boy pondered for a few seconds, then leaned close to the window, calmly peering out of the gap.

I saw a man passing by outside the street, he crossed the street, turned into the corner of the street on the other side, walked out after more than ten seconds, and passed by the door again, pretending to be just passing by, but in fact secretly looking at the doors and windows of the house.

Ian looked intently, only to find that the other party was an acquaintance.

"Brin, the herb picker who wants to rob me of my sleep powder?"

Raising an eyebrow, Ian remembered the play he and his teacher had played in front of everyone the night before.

At the scene of the fire, a neighbor noticed that the bag in his hand contained a lot of valuable sleep powder, so he wanted to take it, but was stopped and reprimanded by Elder Pudder, so he had to leave in disgrace.

Wandering outside the window was the herb picker named Bryn.

He pretended to be passing by at the moment, but from time to time he observed the situation in Ian's house, and his eyes were constantly watching the windows and portals, and his mouth was still muttering, not knowing what he was muttering.

"Looks like they're being targeted."

Shaking his head slightly, Ian understood.

After all, if nothing else, the infirmary in Port Harrison has always been buying this natural medicine that can be used as a painless anesthetic at a high price, and the escort team also needs this kind of material that can capture high-value prey and even monsters without injury.

The sword has no eyes, and there is definitely no way to ensure the integrity of the body when slaying the monster.

Whether it's arrows, knife marks, or traps, the monster's high-quality fur, flesh, and bones must be damaged and cannot be sold for the highest price.

But if there is sleeping powder, which can be captured alive, it is naturally another way of saying, and intact fur and internal organs are also another price.

Fur materials, as well as all kinds of strange sublimated plant products, were the core of the trade between the Imperial immigrants and the natives of the Sequoias, and as long as they were available, they would never be sold.

"It's really a clumsy step, how can anyone do this in the daytime? Doesn't he have a job? ”

"Or is it not peeping at the sleeping powder, he has another purpose......"

Whispering a whisper, looking at the crowd around him, Ian simply opened the window.

He took a deep breath, then shouted out the window to the man who was still 'passing by', "Brin, why do you keep hanging out of my door?" ”