"That kid named Ian has awakened psychic powers, hasn't he?"

Although the sentence structure was questionable, the Viscount's tone was firm: "Old Pude, this is my city, you can't hide it from me." ”

"Adult ......"

The old man's brows furrowed slightly, and he turned around to explain, "That kid just said that, I haven't had time to be sure......"

"Alright, Pudder."

Viscount Grant raised his hand and motioned to the other party not to say any more: "You and I both know that this is an excuse, how many years have we worked together, and we need to play this kind of word game?" ”

"I'm letting you stay today, just to tell you one thing."

Sitting back in his seat, the man shook his head slightly: "Whether it is you chalk people, or Lamar and their red sand people, or us black iron and gold people, they are essentially the same race, they are all people of the plains and the people of the mountains. ”

"It comes down to the end."

Raising a finger, the viscount said calmly: "We are all subjects of the Empire. ”

"Aid from the imperial capital will arrive around this autumn, and this indigenous attack is both a crisis and an opportunity...... If with the support of the imperial capital, the indigenous forces of Nanling can be greatly attacked, it will undoubtedly be a great success. ”

"We all have to grasp this achievement."

Viscount Grant's words meant something, but the old man could understand it.

Elder Pude gave the viscount a deep look, and he bowed his head respectfully, "I understand, my lord. The White People will spare no effort to support you in all your actions. ”

"I will teach the craftsmen of the city how to maintain the dwarven alchemy cannon...... And not just the white people. ”

"Good."

Viscount Grant replied with satisfaction: "It is indeed for my sake, but it is also for yourselves. ”

At this moment, he crossed his hands on his abdomen and said lightly: "According to the laws of the Empire, a self-awakened psionic person will be given a sublimation inheritance by the local lord or chief official to guide the advancement. You know very well that this is the Empire's forced recruitment, not allowing any folk psionics, the sublimators grow freely, and it is also to ensure that all wild sublimators are subordinate to the Empire. ”

"And this time, I'm not going to rob you. Of course, I don't have time to teach a child. ”

"He can be taught by you, and he can teach anything. He is yours. ”

"But Pudde, remember."

At this moment, this nobleman, who was almost the same age as Elder Pude, but looked much younger than the other party, emphasized word by word: "Whether it is you or that child, they are both the empire and my people. ”

"I've been permissive enough with you, so don't make it difficult for me."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and motioned for the send-off: "Go, next time you come over, remember to bring that child with you." ”

"Let me see what kind of good material the first self-awakened psionic in my realm is."

Nodding silently and saluting, Elder Pude turned to leave the Viscount's Mansion.

The old man's expression was solemn at first, but after leaving the street where the Viscount's Mansion was located, his brows furrowed.

"Unexpectedly good words, as a price for giving legal inheritance, I thought that in addition to handing over the maintenance method of the alchemy cannon, even Ian's nominal teaching rights would be taken away."

He had already prepared for something worse, and he whispered to himself: "It seems that the action of the natives is not so simple, and it has poked this adult's sore spot...... He doesn't have the energy to fight with us old fellows. ”

"But he's right, it's an opportunity."

"If you can make a meritorious ......"

Shaking his head slightly, Pud didn't intend to continue thinking about this question, it was pointless: "Forget it, compared to it, it's better to think about how to teach Ian." ”

"Back then, how did my mother enlighten me on the path of sublimation......

Thinking about this, the white-haired old man disappeared at the end of the street surrounded by guards.

Inside the Viscount's Palace.

Standing by the window, looking at the sea in the distance, the man's face gradually became solemn.

"Indigenous ......"

Alone, he munched on the word in a low voice.

The man closed his eyes, then opened them, his pale blue eyes flickered, and his tone was solemn: "Sure enough, those wild people know about the existence of the submarine ruins in the South China Sea." ”

"But they are doomed to nothing."

"Because they don't have the 'keys.'"

After being silent for a long time, Viscount Grant stared at the sea in the distance before sighing softly: "When the Grand Duke of Junling Fort was able to become independent from the empire, it was from the labyrinth of the ruins of the previous era that he obtained the holy relic 'Apocalypse Armament' of the Zhenguo Kingdom......"

"My Ruins Labyrinth ......"

Meanwhile.

Late at night, just south of Port Harrison, at the junction of the near sea and the far sea.

A shadow cleaves the waves, passing through the stacked tides in the darkness and speeding across the sea.

Hilliard, with a sword at her waist and a reins in her hand, stood on an indigenous wooden boat. The boat had no oars or sails, but it was extremely fast, and in a few breaths it crossed a hundred meters and sped towards the depths of the sea.

The source of the boat's power naturally had nothing to do with him, the reins in the gray-haired knight's hand were submerged into the sea, and a huge shadow was swimming rapidly in the water, and judging from the dorsal fin and the sturdy, iron-like scales around it, the body of the shadow was the large predator in the surrounding seas, an adult ironclad shark.

Harnessing the ironclad shark and pulling the boat like a dog sled, Hilliard soon reached his goal.

Directly above a deep shadow in the middle of the sea.

"Stop."

With a soft call, the ironclad shark swimming in the water obediently stopped moving, and its whole body sank towards the depths of the sea like a stone, causing Hilliard to laugh: "What an iron head...... Wander around here, and I'll call you later, and you'll come back. ”

At the clear command, the shadows in the sea writhed, and then obediently left, leaving the old knight alone and in the boat.

After the ironclad shark left for a moment, Hilliard stared carefully at the undulating sea, and then reached out with his palm facing down.

The golden essentia light condensed in his palm, and the blazing light turned into a small sun like a flame, dispelling all the darkness around it.

Its brilliance is even more condensed, reaching into the depths of the sea, intending to illuminate the essence of the ancient, large, and profound things hidden within.

For a moment, schools of fish, floating jellyfish, and all sorts of strange creatures were attracted by the light, and instinctively wanted to get closer—but an invisible force made these brainless beasts dare not approach rashly, and could only linger in place, gazing up at the light above the ocean in awe and fear.

But there is a limit to the light, and Hilliade's essentia light goes straight into the sea nearly a thousand meters deep, and still can't reach its bottom.

However, that was not his purpose in the first place.

"Here we are."

In a low voice, Hilliard sensed that his essentia had been fed, and he hurriedly withdrew his essentia light, and then frowned, observing the movement of the shadows in the depths of the ocean.

So, the next moment.

With the withdrawal of the golden essentia light, in the depths of the seabed, in the huge and square shadows, a series of golden-red spots of light like flames suddenly lit up, releasing terrifying heat and strong light.

They are so hot and bright, shining one after another in the surrounding sea, like stars lit up in this dark and deep sea.

The fish and all kinds of creatures in the sea fled in panic the moment the light spot lit up, as if to avoid the impending death, even the previous ironclad shark fled in a hurry, and only dared to turn its head at a great distance, staring tremblingly at the sea that had begun to gradually boil.

And some sea beasts that didn't have time to escape were quietly peeled off their flesh and blood under the illumination of the light, and their internal organs were completely boiled, leaving only crispy white bones, slowly falling towards the depths of the seabed.

Above the sea, a large area of white fog has risen, and even subtle lightning can be seen spreading in the fog, crisscrossing and crisscrossing.

The flames of the villages and outposts on the shore were blazing, and in the depths of the sea, in the middle of the dark mountains, a flame was rising and blazing.

"Sure enough."

Gazing at the fire in the water, the huge bubbles and white vapor clouds that steamed up in the ocean, Hilliandian whispered in a heavy tone, "The ruins...... Something is changing. ”

"If this continues, unimaginable disasters will engulf the entire South Ridge, and even the entire coastal area of the southern waters of Terra."

"And the more important question is ......"

Raising his head and looking back at the cities and villages along the coast, Hilliard looked at the flames that had been gradually extinguished along the coast and muttered to himself, "Where is the key?" ”

"The 'four keys' that can open the maze in advance and reset the ruins, whose hands are they?"

At the moment, inside Port Harrison.

Ian, who returned home, also sat on the bed, breathing slowly.

He adjusted the flow of essentia in his body, and gradually converged at the heart, intertwining with the virtual primordial species, deriving various structures.

The flame in the boy's body is also burning.