"Fortunately, Port Harrison is relatively high, otherwise it would have been flooded long ago - the word sea of clouds is too vivid, isn't this just half of the sea steamed into clouds?"

After complaining, Ian looked at the young city guard on the side, and noticed that although the other party was lying on the ground covered in mud, he couldn't be more embarrassed.

But because of this, the other party was not in danger of being blown away for the time being, so he simply lay down and leaned over to the ground.

"Ian!"

At this moment, Ian heard a muffled voice behind him, he turned his head, and saw the young city guard struggling to raise his head in the storm, there seemed to be something complicated in the other man's eyes, so that the boy was willing to wait for him to cough a few times, and continued to speak: "I...... My name is Scott, and now I'm going to report to the Viscount's Palace. ”

The eldest boy hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and saying, "Do you want the Viscount to know about this?" ”

Scott is not stupid. He could see Ian's anomaly, whether it was the native cloak he wore when he entered the tower, or the strength that burst out later, far more than that of a child of his current age, all of which showed Ian's peculiarity.

At first, Scott was still lamenting that the other party had inherited the mantle of Elder Pud at such a young age, but later, he realized that there was definitely a bigger secret in Ian.

"Hmm...... I didn't care. ”

Ian pondered for a moment, he had actually considered what would happen if his power was exposed to others—the answer was no.

Not to mention that he only shows physical strength, with the dilapidated appearance of Port Harrison now, Viscount Grant's treatment of 'talents' will definitely be much better.

He felt that it was a good choice for him to show more talent at this time.

But as soon as Scott asked, another possibility suddenly came to mind.

So Ian smiled and said, "Scott? I remembered...... As for the viscount, let him know. ”

"But why don't you try it, and say it's the two of us working together?"

"I've repaired the artillery to help you aim and fire...... Those comrades-in-arms of yours must also need more pensions, right? No matter how fierce and dangerous it is, add their names as well, I don't care, but I'm happy. ”

Saying this, Ian endured the dizziness of his brain and opened the foresight horizon, staring at the young man who was crawling in the muddy water like himself: "Of course, this is just a suggestion. ”

He said softly, with a little temptation: "What do you want to do?" ”

"I ......"

Scott paused for a moment, not thinking or weighing, but his brain wasn't spinning so fast - but the weather wasn't good for concentrating, so when he noticed that the rain was so big that it was about to interfere with breathing, he gritted his teeth and decided, "I think I should hide it for you...... They do need more pensions......"

The second half of the sentence was soft, but Ian could hear it.

At the same time, the mist that lingered on Scott's body also took shape in Ian's eyes.

"Huh?" Raising his eyelashes slightly, Ian was a little surprised, because he saw a color he had never seen before: "Green? ”

"This color ......"

What appeared to Scott was first of all a pale white aura, which proved that although Scott was trained, he was still not as strong as an adult.

Soon, however, a touch of green that seemed to suggest 'friendly' lingered all over its body.

Ian actually hasn't fully figured out the scope of his psionic energy and the type of foreshadowing now, which is not surprising, there are people on the Terra continent who can't figure out what the effect of their psionic energy is all their lives, and it doesn't prevent them from using it anyway.

However, Ian guesses that his psionic abilities, in addition to predicting the future of good luck and cherishment, can also get a glimpse of some 'danger and favor' functions.

Scott's green mist, apparently in contrast to the natives' red hostile aura, represents the color of friendliness.

- This guy wants to help him from the bottom of his heart.

After understanding this, Ian didn't say much: "Then go, think about what to say before you go, don't stutter...... I'll go somewhere else to see how it goes. ”

“…… I understand. ”

Scott nodded solemnly, then leaned against the wall of the alley and walked slowly towards the city center - he knew that Ian had a plan to do next, maybe there was a secret, and naturally he would not stay to spoil the scenery.

And Ian looked at the other party's back, thoughtful: "What a good person...... Having such a friend in the City Guard is indeed not a bad thing. ”

He would spend a long time in Port Harrison, and he needed a stable and secure base before he grew old enough to move freely across the continent.

In this case, the fewer enemies in this place, the better, and the more friends the better.

Shaking his head slightly, Ian didn't care whether his strength was exposed or not - for ordinary people, the strength he showed was incredible, but for a sublimator like Viscount Grant, this was nothing more than the explosive power of a virtual source seed level and an apprentice.

At most, he felt that Elder Pude was really anxious, and he actually let him try to adapt to the virtual source species so early, without suspecting anything else.

As for Elder Pudd...... The more talented you are, the better.

At this moment, the colors of heaven and earth are quite colorful.

As the crocodile was battered, its blood and flesh danced and drifted through Harrison Harbor with the storm, and in Ian's eyes, which opened the Foresight Horizon, it was a purple and dark blue mist that spread and overflowed with the wind, gradually turning blue, light blue, and pure white.

This process is magnificent, like the feeling of the morning glow changing colors and refractions as the sun rises.

But that's not what Ian really cares about.

"Sure enough, there is still a harvest."

After careful observation, he finally found the most condensed 'purple' in the changing colors in the sky!

That, because he bombarded the crocodile dragon at the point, so the 'purple sublimation material' gushed out!

When aiming, Ian was thinking that as the mountain lord and totem spirit, the crocodile dragon in front of him might be the best source of magical beast materials he could find in the entire South Ridge.

Even if you can't get the core materials, even if you get a little flesh and blood, you can add food!

For the past two months, Ian has been eating fish, vegetables, and porridge, and to be honest, for someone like him who has a certain amount of research on food, there are indeed few food ingredients.

"Fighting off monsters also has material drops, which isn't bad."

Locked on to the purple mist, Ian walked low, almost swimming through Harrison's Harbor, to his target—no one disturbed along the way, all ordinary people huddled in their shelters and rooms, and the natives had long since fled.

Soon, he saw his goal.

The orange-red crocodile's blood was almost imperceptible from the rain, and the deep muddy water covered many things, but Ian's gaze could penetrate the mortal things and reach the transcendent crystals beneath them.

"It's ......"

Without hesitation, Ian took a deep breath and sank into the muddy water, and a few seconds later, the boy's figure reappeared, but by this time, he already had a strange piece of flesh the size of his arm.

The flesh was blue-red, dense and flexible, as if it were some kind of internal organ fragment, and its hand felt like fine rubber, even if the sword slashed hard, I am afraid that it would not be able to cut its surface.

But the point is not in the flesh, but in the dense fine crystal grid structure on this blue-red, earthy yellow hexagonal mesh structure looks like a honeycomb, releasing dots of fluorescence, like a half-lit algal oil lamp on the street in the middle of the night, making the flesh in the boy's hand show an abiotic heterogeneous texture.

Sublimation of the texture of the creature.

Knock-knock-knock!

Even in the midst of the mighty wind and rain, Ian's gaze couldn't help but lock on to this strange piece of crystalline flesh.

- Hunger.

The body was giving out a foreshadowing, the muscles that had consumed a lot of sugar contracted slightly, and the digestive system began to squirm, especially the liver, which had begun to sublimate, as if to inform Ian of its desires with a wonderful feeling.

- Hunger.