“…… Good. ”

Ian's ears twitched slightly, he turned his head, and looked at Hilliard's pretended mysterious expression, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what surprise his teacher had, and he would hide it like this.

Confused and expectant, he returned to his room, and saw a stack of black on his bed.

A black shirt.

"It's ......"

Somewhat surprised, Ian stepped forward and picked it up and looked at it: "Made for me?" ”

The black shirt wasn't entirely new, but was made from Ian's previous set of torn clothes, with a lot of leather added to materials he couldn't see.

But to be honest, this so-called repair is not much different from doing a new set, basically all the key parts, the broken parts and the joints are sewn with new leather.

Although it looked tinkered and no different from the patched clothing worn by a child, it was so tough to the touch that Ian felt like he couldn't cut through it with a knife.

But it's very lightweight, as soft as cashmere.

"This is the material for the teacher's cloak?!"

Ian had a very good memory, and within seconds he remembered where he had seen such leather, the same black cape he wore when he first met Mr. Hilliard...... Yes, the other party has never seen the other party through it since he disguised himself as Orsna.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually cut it directly into materials and sewed clothes for himself......

With a slight shift, Ian silently stared at the black shirt in his hand.

The shirt is a bit big, and it is even a little loose to wear, not that Hilliard is not good at craftsmanship, but that when Orssena gave him clothes, he cut them casually from his old clothes.

After modification, although it still doesn't fit so well, there is no problem with bundling and rolling it up. It can be seen that the tinkerer has really thought about it.

"Teacher ......"

Whispering to himself, Ian smiled slightly, "It's a surprise indeed." ”

He was silent for a moment, letting go of all the emotions in his heart.

The boy turned around and came to the outside of the courtyard, and after sincerely thanking him, he said with a serious face that he would make good use of his cooking skills and make a few more delicious meals in return.

"Haha, I haven't eaten any food, but I want to see how you make it delicious."

Hilliard laughed and shook his head slightly, but he didn't refuse, just mentioned a few words: "Today, you eat more by yourself, and someone will definitely look for you on the side of the nobles or the white people, and take care of your spirits." ”

"Wait."

Hilliard said that he did know the empire well.

In the afternoon of the same day, Ian, who had changed into new clothes, stewed a pot of beef porridge with the beef jerky he had obtained yesterday, and ate a big bowl with Hilliard.

And just when he was about to strike while the iron was hot, practice hard, strengthen his control over his own power, and grasp the essentia.

Elder Pudde's guards came to the door.

The two guards had come to invite Ian to the Viscount's Mansion to visit Viscount Grant with Elder Pudd.

Most of Elder Pude's guards were young people in their early twenties, and in a sense, all the young people in the White People who were gifted in martial arts had served as Elder Pude's bodyguards and had received his guidance.

Those who are good will be recommended by the elders to the port guards of Port Harrison or the city guards, and Ian's father Ernesto in this life took this path and became the captain of the guard.

And not very good, just like Brin, who has become a medicine picker who licks blood from the knife edge and preys on the mouth of the natives, and most of the White Folk hunters are also from the same background.

As for the worse...... Then it is not suitable to eat the profession of force, and obediently go to be a fisherman, a farmer, or a coolie craftsman.

But this time, the two guards who came to invite Ian were both male warriors in their thirties, in the prime of life, and at the peak of their personal state.

They stood in the doorway, dressed in sturdy horned deerskin armor, with a resolute expression, and looked at Ian with a hint of novelty in their eyes.

"Come with us, little Ian."

"Your father and I were comrades in the same group, and we once took out several deep marshwolf dens together."

They were Elder Pudde's true henchmen, and naturally knew the identity of Ian's psyker, so their tone was very soft when they were invited, and the eyes that looked at the boy were full of appreciation.

The White People's position in Port Harrison depended entirely on Elder Pudd alone.

He was an ascendant, proficient in dwarven alchemy and artisan techniques, and even mastered the art of inscription because of his early aristocratic career and bloodline.

Such a sublimator with a variety of techniques is enough to become a guest of honor in the mansions of major nobles, in fact, this is how Viscount Grant treats Elder Pudde, and the people of White have become an important part of Harrison Harbor, rather than the dispensable exiles before.

But if Elder Pudd dies...... Where should the white people go?

Without a second sublimator who is so versatile and friendly with the local nobility, the White People will inevitably not be able to maintain their current power, and the Viscount's Mansion may not continue to support the White People who have lost their value.

Of course, it's still early to talk about this, Elder Pud still has at least twenty or thirty years to live, and with the current development speed of the White People and Port Harrison, twenty or thirty years is enough for them to cultivate a sublimator.

It's just that how can the possibility of the future compare to Ian, who is now real, right in front of them, such a young psyker?

Almost being protected by two guards in the middle of the Viscount's Mansion, Ian, who was relieved to break free from the two bread sandwiches, looked up and saw Elder Pud waiting for him at the gate.

"It's a little sudden, but don't worry."

The elders with their lush beards are dressed quite formally today, and even the shaggy beards of the past are well tied.

Dressed in a pure white robe with pale red trim, he took Ian's hand and walked into the Viscount's mansion under the guidance of his attendants.

"Viscount Grant wants to see you, and according to the usual practice, give you the corresponding bloodline true form cultivation qualifications."

Elder Pudde's voice was soft, but quite clear: "This was supposed to be a fairly formal set of procedures, but because of yesterday's attack by the natives, everything has been simplified...... Don't be nervous, it's essentially just asking your name, getting to know your face, and registering your name on the Port Harrison Ascendant roster. ”

"Uh-huh."

Ian wasn't nervous, of course, but he was still pretending to be quite restrained and careful.

They came to the door of the viscount's study on the second floor, only to hear a reprimand coming from inside the door.

"The outpost on the east coast has been raided, but you say you don't see a call for help?"

The Viscount's voice was low, obviously angry: "The entire watchtower has been burned to the ground, and the light of the fire can be seen from five miles away, and then you tell me that you don't see a signal for help?" ”

The rebuke continued for a while, and a dark-skinned, red-haired man bowed his head and exited the study, he glanced at Ian and Elder Budd, and only a pair of dark green pupils could be seen in the sunken eye sockets.

"Not really."

After greeting Elder Pudder, the red-haired man, who was still well-looking, returned to silence and was led away by the maid.

"Lübeck, mercenary chief."

Elder Pude seemed to be whispering to himself, "He is a mountain dweller on the north side of the South Ridge, and his clan only swore allegiance to the empire twenty years ago, and he is half an inhabitant. More than a decade ago, his children were captured as sacrifices by the natives of the Redwoods, and stayed in Port Harrison for fifteen years to take revenge. ”

"Strange." Speaking of this, Elder Pud frowned, "How could Lübeck make such a low-level mistake? He's a good hand, and Port Harrison is no more than five fingers better than him. ”

Ian keenly noticed that the other party's expression and the leather armor on his body had traces of battle, and the other party must have fought last night, and it was definitely not to avoid the battle.

The mercenary leader concealed his actions from last night.

He could see that the Viscount and Elder Pude were naturally not blind, and it was no wonder that Viscount Grant was so angry, because the other party was unwilling to take it seriously when he lied, it was too perfunctory.

It is also possible that Lübeck was simple-minded, but the result was the same.

This was not a big deal, and soon, with the summons of Viscount Grant, who had calmed down, Ian entered the study under the guidance of Elder Pudde.