Ian didn't know what Hilliard had done today, but he guessed that it had something to do with the thundering sea beast invasion in Port Harrison today.

According to the momentum of the redwood natives pouring out of the nest this time, the spirit of the sea among the four totem spirits of the sequoias, the two giant eels entrenched in the depths of the ocean could not move, but they did not see the eel shadow from beginning to end.

The average Imperialist might guess that it was the interference of a great storm, but Ian believed that it was all due to his teacher's actions.

Now that the other party can return safely, the boy is already a lot more relieved, which is enough to prove that his teacher's strength is quite good...... Until he saw the obvious increase in wrinkles on the other party's face.

"Well, it's time to recuperate for a while."

Hilliard only smiled mildly at Ian's worried look, he stretched out his hand and patted the boy on the shoulder: "I heard Elan's voice, I guess I'm hungry." ”

He was reluctant to talk about it.

After Ian nodded silently, he didn't ask, but went to clean the soaked stove, ready to find a few sealed firewood that was not wet, and went to make a fire for cooking.

"Is it a plague...... he whispered to himself, but he found that there was nothing he could do to help his teacher.

Then again, how much do you know about Teacher Hilliard?

His identity may be able to guess a little, and why he would want to accept him as a student disciple can also be measured...... But his past, his experiences, his persistence and his beliefs......

What is this more fundamental thing?

Ian silently turned his head and looked down the hall, where the old knight with long gray-brown hair was standing by the window, staring out at the rain and the wind, at the gloomy and dense rain clouds that could not reveal a single light.

The old man raised his head slightly, and the silent figure seemed to be looking at something extremely distant, above the clouds.

……

The clouds were churning and churning, and the peak of the storm had passed, and while still violent, the Terrans could withstand it.

Clad in dark silver armor, Elder Pud and his escort returned to the city.

At the head of the group was the city guard Yam, a humble knight with scars on his face with four hideous heads hanging from his waist, and even traces of flesh could be seen between the cracks in the dark-toned armor, and all the soldiers behind him had indigenous heads or ears hanging from their waists.

Although it seems ferocious, all the Harrison Harbor people who saw this scene couldn't help but cheer - because this is the proof of victory, great victory!

Once again, the war with the redwoods ended in a resounding victory for Port Harrison.

"Your Excellency Pude, please report this good news to the viscount on my behalf, now I still have to reorganize the team and command the repair of the basic city defense, it is difficult to separate."

After entering the city, Yam politely asked Pudde, and the elder naturally could not refuse, so even if he agreed, he separated from the team and went to the Viscount's Palace.

This was not a strange thing, not even the guards of the Viscount's Mansion did not stop him, and Pud soon passed the sentry post and saw Viscount Grant in the basement who was alone in the detection of damage to the Aether armament.

"Pudde, come over and take a look." The Viscount didn't greet each other, and when there was no one else in private, they always communicated like this, and he invited Bai Zhimin to inspect the huge mechanical armor in front of him: "The surface is seriously dented, is the core inscription plate inside okay?" ”

"It doesn't seem to be a big deal, but the booster pipe and the main deck are more seriously damaged, and the core inscription plate is not involved."

The old man stepped forward, and while inspecting the damaged part of the Aether Armament, he casually explained the process of the battle between the escort and the main force of the natives: "Your Excellency the Bishop is still treating the wounded in the town, he is quite angry this time, those natives killed people and buried their bodies at the water intake point on the other side of the autonomous region, and caused the plague, he has been busy with this matter some time ago. ”

"Seven shamans killed two, captured one, and fifteen chiefs escaped six, and this time it was a great victory."

After the inspection, Viscount Grant, who was expressionless opposite Pudde, nodded: "There are no problems that need to be dealt with urgently, then when the storm is over, I will bring the tools over to repair the ...... Ayers, no problem, right? ”

He turned his head sideways, looked at the viscount, who was in a little wrong, and said the other party's name with concern.

"Hmm." And the viscount also nodded slightly, his dark blue pupils seemed to be swirling, and he couldn't see anything: "Thank you for your hard work, Pude." I'm just a little tired right now. ”

"That'll do." Pude didn't say much.

Now, how could he not see that the natives were attacking directly towards the Viscount's Palace, instead of plundering supplies at the more important armory or warehouse area, which was enough to prove that there was something extremely important to them in the Viscount's Palace.

He could guess a little—maybe it was the 'holy relic' or 'secret treasure' that the old viscount had snatched from the natives?

Anyway, it won't be used for decades, and it will attract the natives to attack with all their might, and the old man can vaguely guess a few in his heart.

But he won't speak, he won't ask, he won't even think deeply.

In everything, it is rare to be confused.

That's why he's Viscount Grant's best friend.

"Wait."

And just as Elder Pud was about to leave, Viscount Grant suddenly spoke up and stopped him.

When the old man Bai Zhimin turned around, he saw the other party throw out a book, which made him subconsciously catch it.

The Pattern of the Waves

"This ......"

Elder Pude couldn't help but look up at the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar title of the book, and looked at his long-time friend with some doubt and some astonishment.

But all he could see was a face that was calm, somewhat tired, and could not see anything else.

"The one named Ian."

Waving his hand and signaling the other party to accept it, Viscount Grant held his face with one hand and said lightly: "Very potential, very smart." None of the others are good, and he is probably the only one who can take over your shift - don't get me wrong, I don't think you're going to die early, but you should always be prepared. ”

"You have studied this book, and you have taught him to learn it."

"Ether Armament Inscription...... You actually took out this kind of stuff in the bottom box right now......"

Even Elder Pude's expression couldn't help but become a little complicated, but then he smiled relievedly, "Do you want to curse me to death?" It's too early to think about it, at least he won't be able to take over my class for twenty years, and I'll talk about it when your son is born later. ”

"Short-sighted old fellow, can't a daughter?" The viscount snorted: "Patriarchy, so I am the noble lord." ”

"It's for your own good, otherwise...... Hum. ”

With the same snort, Elder Pude left the Viscount's Mansion.

Viscount Grant stood in the hall of his study, lost in thought.

"Alchemy artillery, it's actually the ...... that kid repaired"

Squinting his eyes, the brown-haired nobleman whispered to himself: "Pude, Pude, you don't have to be too wary of me, let him play stupid in class...... How can a really smart person, a talented person, be hidden? ”

"Twenty years? In less than ten years, he will be able to learn everything. ”

Shaking his head slightly, the viscount continued to wait.

After some time, Yam took off his armor and changed his clothes.

"How?"

When the nobleman saw his knight, he couldn't help but let out a long breath, and he stood up and asked, "Did you get those fellows to say anything?" ”

"There are clues, but there is no difference between them and nothing."

Yam's brow furrowed, and what he brought was not good news: "The natives don't know any relics, they only know about the sacred places left by their ancestors—not the sacred places of the Great Sequoia Forest, the Foggy Mountain Forest, the Elephant Bone Ze and the Light Algae Reef Group, but the sacred place that all the redwood natives revered. ”

"It's a pretty old legend, and there aren't many natives who know about it now, but I'm sure it's the body of the ruins."

"That's good news, isn't the clue clear?"

Hearing this, Viscount Grant frowned: "Could it be ......?"

"Yes." Yahm nodded solemnly: "The natives also don't know much about the location of their true holy land, this is their ancient legend, only the great shaman can know the whole picture, and the ordinary redwoods know nothing about it...... It is even possible that the Great Shaman has lost this tradition. ”

"It was the great storm eight years ago that destroyed the ancestral altar of the indigenous elephant bone mountain, and at the same time, it also caused the indigenous people to once again find their forgotten records of the holy land, and find the relics of the pre-era civilization."

"Sir."

Speaking of which, the knight even shamelessly pointed out the mistakes of his lord in the past: "You shouldn't have killed the survivor of the escort in the first place. ”

"If it hadn't been for that, we might have been able to find the ruins earlier than the natives."