It's another morning.

As the morning light gradually brightens, the whole Harrison Harbor also seems to be rejuvenated.

The port had long since resumed work, and the caravans, horses, and pedestrians were noisy, and the nearly one-and-a-half-man tall mountain oxen dragged huge wagons over the mud and rocks, and the dust was flying.

The city's residents are familiar with the hawking of roadside stalls and shops, the smell of fish soup and wheat cakes, and the cries of boatmen.

Now, it's October 9th.

Twenty days have passed since that terrible storm and invasion.

For more than 20 days, it was not possible to rebuild the damaged city, repair the broken walls, prepare the city guards with heavy casualties, and restore the urban network centered on Port Harrison, and even the outer wall of the Viscount's Palace was not repaired.

But on the ruins of the crocodile-infested ruins, makeshift shanty huts have been erected, modeled after indigenous shacks, and although rudimentary, they can house many of the refugees whose houses have been destroyed.

Viscount Grant was not a good nobleman who loved his people like a son, and in fact, everyone knew how heavy the taxes around Port Harrison were...... But at the very least, he collects more and does more.

This is more than 90 percent of the nobles and officials in the empire.

After a three-week break, the city is back up and running, with aid and artisans arriving from Naumann and Trois-Rivières.

This is not because of good intentions, but because fools know that if Port Harrison falls, there will be no one to stop the increasingly united native invasion in the south.

Rather than being washed into the city by a crocodile dragon and making a big fuss, it is better to give more money and supplies and let others take over.

The reconstruction of the city does not happen overnight, and it will take at least a year or two to restore the southwest and northwest urban areas destroyed by crocodiles.

But blank paper is good for painting. Because the natives were badly damaged, and all the natives camps on the west bank of the Iwok River were uprooted at the beginning of the war, Viscount Grant wanted to overturn the badly damaged western wall, leaving only a small section as a memorial, and building a new town with a new alchemy workshop as the core on the ruins.

In addition, he planned to build a stone bridge across the Iwok River, build a new town and a group of watchtowers on the other side of the river, and completely suppress the indigenous sphere of influence back into the sea of redwoods.

Of course, this is actually only incidental, Viscount Grant's main purpose is to break away from the current Harrison port building plans, build several large-scale residential areas and workshop campuses in the new town, and use this as a starting point to gradually transform the dilapidated Harrison Port into a real large seaport city.

At that time, Harrison Port was expanded by a fortress, and many of the designs were not reasonable, and there was not enough land to spare for the future, and now that the natives are being beaten and the old city has been destroyed, it is time to transform it more solid and reasonable.

As for where exactly the money comes from......

From the defeated natives, of course.

There are more than a hundred different tribes in the redwood forest, among which there are four large tribes, a dozen medium-sized tribes, and the others are not worth mentioning, they are just vassals of other tribes.

Although the indigenous coalition failed, Port Harrison could not enter Elephant Bone Mountain, and the foundation of the Great Tribes would not be shaken...... The power of other tribes was forced to shrink.

Some can also retreat to the sea of trees, and even go to the sea of trees in the West Redwood Forest on the other side of Elephant Bone Mountain to recuperate, but other indigenous tribes that have no way to retreat, if they do not want to perish, have only one last option.

That is to obey the orders of Port Harrison.

As the saying has been circulating among the natives in recent years, Port Harrison is a tribe, and the empire is a larger tribe.

Everyone is human, is there really any essential difference between being a vassal of other big tribes and being a vassal of an empire?

It's not a good question, but all in all, Viscount Grant accepted a large amount of indemnity, and Harrison Harbor, which wiped out several recalcitrant tribes, traded the hunted indigenous resources for a lot of reconstruction resources and funds.

Coupled with the southern development intention revealed by the imperial capital, it is foreseeable that Harrison Port will become more and more prosperous in the future.

It's just that, compared to Harrison Port, which is stable and good, Ian's mood in the recent period is not very high.

Because in recent times, he has often had strange visual hallucinations.

To put it simply, whenever and wherever he is, he will suddenly see something inexplicable.

For example, some rocks, a few people you don't know, a clump of grass and trees, or a silent lake......

The most bizarre time was when he saw a black figure wearing a pumpkin head dancing a strange and fierce dance surrounded by a group of people - Ian, who was puzzled, went to ask his teacher, and Hilliard was surprised to say that it was a special ritual dance to celebrate the harvest in Yanjiang, the country of the far north, called 'Shining Harvest', and the time was almost the recent.

Ian was also surprised to see the sacrificial scene in such a distant place, and called Ian extremely talented.

But no matter how incredible, gifted and prodigious, vision still affects life.

It's irregular, it's never repeated, it's impossible to predict or stop, and even when I'm dreaming, Ian's dreams pop up with strange images that resemble goblins playing cards.

It has nothing to do with sleep quality, physical fitness, or strange diseases.

According to Hilliard's examination, Ian's health is comparable to that of a small leopard, and he believes that there are few people of his age who can be better than Ian except for the children of the great nobles who have eaten essentia food as a snack since childhood.

After all, there are not many people who can embark on the road of sublimation at such a young age.

It's not the physical cause, it's not the flash mosquito, if you eliminate all the impossibilities, then what is left is the only possibility.

"All of this has something to do with your psionic abilities."

After several examinations, Hilliard told Ian about this possibility quite seriously: "You are an acquired awakened psychic person, which is different from the innate awakened person who can naturally grow spiritual energy, and it is also different from the sublimator who practices the path of sublimation and gradually refines the spiritual energy of life. ”

"Your spiritual power is your desire. If you want to advance your spiritual energy, you need to satisfy your desires and constantly generate new ones. ”

"I don't know what your desire is, but I think you may have accidentally met the conditions for growth, and your spiritual energy has progressed, but your brain can't bear it, so this critical precursor has appeared."

Because of this unusual situation, Ian didn't even attend Viscount Grant's commendation ceremony.

However, it is not a big problem, in terms of open publicity, the key shot to repel the spirit of the mountain tide, the main credit is attributed to the four city guards stationed in that tower.

And Ian is just an enthusiastic crowd who assists in the maintenance of alchemy artillery.

It's a form of protection - after all, the natives are not extinct, the great shaman and the crocodile dragon are still alive, and they must hate those who stand in the way of their ultimate victory, and assassination and curse are highly likely.

What's more, the benefits Ian gets far outweigh these superficial glories.

"The Pattern of the Waves", a classic of the Aether armed inscriptions handed down by the Grant family.

Theoretically, only family members can learn secrets, but because of the decline in recent decades, the Grant family has not appeared to be good at inscriptions, so they can only let outsiders learn to help maintain the Aether armament.

At that time, Elder Pude studied this book with the acquiescence of the old viscount, and combined his own dwarven inscription inheritance, so that he could have enough level to maintain the aether armament.

And now, this 'honor' has been passed on to Ian.

It has to be said that the knowledge of the inscriptions in the Canglan pattern is far more complex than the basic inscriptions taught by Elder Pude, and there are many knowledge about mechanical engineering, smelting, and materials science.

Perhaps for others, the various disciplines and knowledge involved in the Aether Armament are too complex for even those who are proficient in inscription literature to comprehend them all.

But who is Ian?

In his previous life, he was a high-level engineer of East Asia Heavy Industries!

Although there is no AI assistant and electronic brain to help, and there is no networked database, with his professional level, he does think too much about rubbing the battleship engine empty-handed, but it is not too difficult to learn the construction of the aether armament from a high vantage point.

The worst is the worst, at least I can understand the designer's design purpose and methods.

It's also a bit of a coincidence, not long after Ian learned the Canglan pattern, he began to experience frequent visual hallucinations.

He also wondered if there was any connection between the two, but he always felt that it was just a coincidence.

After all, if learning something new leads to visual hallucinations, it's outrageous!

"No...... Wrong. ”

Thinking of this, Ian, who was exercising in the morning, suddenly realized: "What if my desire is to learn about the other world, to understand the new knowledge in the Terra continent?" ”

"In that case, it might make sense!"