Elan was in his room, carefully observing the small potted plants.

It's different from the average person. If ordinary people can only see the most superficial flowers and branches when they look at plants and trees, then boys can see a kind of vitality that slowly sprouts.

Perhaps it is a gift, or perhaps it is the characteristics of elves, the purple-eyed child can clearly perceive the slight pulsations, the trickle of vitality, and the subtle connection between them and the world.

Every time the roots absorb water, every time the leaves breathe air, and every time the leaves grow and stretch, it is a whisper of life, a long song sung in a low voice.

“?? ~?? ~?? ~”

Singing along with the 'rhyme' I heard, Elam's tune was surprisingly audible, with a wonderful charm.

Perhaps this gift of hearing the rhythm of life is the reason why there are so many bards and artists among the elves.

Ian, on the other hand, stood silently behind Elan, frowning and pondering some questions.

Just now, he used the Foresight Horizon to see the blood-colored mist flowing from his brother's body.

Just like they did two years ago, every time they were in danger.

"The blood-colored mist, not too thick, but dangerous enough, is only a little shallower than the indigenous invasion of Port Harrison."

That said, but Ian also knows very well that Ellan is not as big as he was two years ago, almost completely bound to his fate.

What's more, even if it is fully bound, there are cases where he is fine, but what about the situation where the younger brother has an accident, just like the original shaman stole the house.

However, with him and Teacher Hilliard's protection, the fact that Elan's body could still have such a thick blood-colored mist was enough to show the seriousness of the matter.

And, most importantly, the purple mist......

Ian's gaze was slightly condensed, and he carefully observed the misty aura above Elan's head.

Everyone's fog is different.

The speed at which the fog rotates, the shape of the diffuseness, and the patterns on it that appear and disappear can all represent different characteristics of a person.

Ian has only seen three purple mist, one is Viscount Grant, one is a swamp crocodile, and the third is Lorisson, Bishop of Huaiguang - of course, the Aether Armament 'Conquest' is also purple, but it is purple equipment, which is subtly different from the fog on people.

The aura of humans and equipment is indistinguishable to ordinary people, but he can recognize it at a glance, so he is not included in it.

The trail of mist, like a handprint, that appeared above Elan's head, was apparently the remnant of an entirely new purple creature object.

And in terms of its color depth and calmness......

"Stronger than Viscount Grant and the Great Shaman, and between him and His Excellency the Bishop—isn't this the pinnacle of the second energy level!"

It may sound cliché, but it's just the way it is.

The gap between each equivalent energy level is also very different, and a sublimator who is proficient in all his sublimation organs and abilities is naturally not the same as an ordinary sublimator who has just advanced.

After all, the energy level describes only the characteristics of each stage of the sublimator, and the second energy level is a tank, which can crush the cavalry of the first energy level, but it does not mean that there are no advantages and disadvantages between tanks!

Viscount Grant may be very combative, and his years of hiding are not because he has not worked hard, but in general, it is impossible to surpass the ascetic Bishop Lorison who has been the same for decades.

Without the use of ether armament, it is basically impossible for Viscount Grant to defeat the other party.

And the purple mist that appeared above Elan's head was such a level.

"It's not so much that I didn't break through to the third level, but that I took the initiative to keep myself at the second level...... Or it's stuck in the inheritance and can't break through. ”

With his arms crossed over his chest, Ian was really distressed.

Clearly, he had seen that the unknown powerhouse had been in contact with his younger brother.

If he had asked his brother directly, he would have undoubtedly known some clues, after all, Elan, who had never hidden anything from him, and had a pretty good memory.

But herein lies the problem.

"This purple mist is a kind of spiritual energy."

Without attempting to touch it from beginning to end, banishing the psionic trace, Ian narrowed his eyes and collected the aura in his eyes: "According to observation, this psionic trace only works when there is a sound. ”

"When Elamand hummed his tune, it fluctuated all the time, and when Elam kept silent and watched the grass carefully, it fell silent."

"It's a remote, listening psychic ability — maybe a little bit of surveillance? But that's not right, the difference in difficulty between listening and monitoring is too big and less likely. ”

"Certainly not indigenous, but who? And why? ”

Ian is not arrogant and does not feel like he is the center of the universe.

But if he thinks that this listening spirit is not aimed at him or Teacher Hilliard, then he is really mentally retarded.

This psionic energy is not harmful to Elan, it is just a simple microphone, so Ian is not in a hurry, but feels that he can make a fuss with this: "When the teacher comes home, I have to talk to him, this situation is not right, we have to pretend to be normal...... At least pretend to be a normal one. ”

"The other party doesn't know that I already know about his snooping, and that's where you can take advantage of it."

Ian's psionic ability is a peculiar vision of observation and identification in the eyes of the vast majority of Harrison Harbor people, including Viscount Grant.

Ian can easily see those seemingly ordinary and extraordinary things, and also has a certain degree of general night vision and perspective ability.

This ability is very popular, and even Viscount Grant and the pharmacy occasionally bring some minerals and medicines that they don't recognize, hoping that Ian can help identify the good and bad.

And Ian would say yes, and show the ability to do so within their reach.

That's powerful enough - even Viscount Grant wants to support Ian in opening an appraisal shop, where he can provide the house and upfront resources for free, and all Ian needs to do is help him identify some confidential things for free.

Of course, this is just an assumption, after all, Ian is only ten years old now.

Everyone felt that Ian's psionic ability was already very strong, and even exaggerated.

And they were right.

Ian's psionic ability is indeed not as strong as they imagined.

- Because Ian's psionic powers are much stronger than they thought!

Not to mention them, even Hilliard and Ian themselves couldn't figure out the limits of the ability to foresee the horizon itself, but it was much stronger than everyone knew anyway, and the prophets of the major churches couldn't match.

This lack of information is the key to Ian's search for the truth.

"Ugh."

With a long sigh in his heart, Ian's expression gradually calmed down: "It's always something to face." ”

He knew that a peaceful life was a complete luxury in this world, and he had enjoyed a peaceful time for nearly two years, and now he was just facing the reality of this world again.

In the face of danger, he is not worried, but has some expectations.

Just now...... There are a few hidden dangers that need to be solved and patched first.

"Elan."

After thinking about it, Ian spoke: "Uncle went out to eat with friends today, and it is estimated that he will come back very late, just the two of us." ”

"What do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat, berry stew!"

Hearing the food, Elendon's eyes lit up, and he turned his head and cheered, "Brother, it's good!" ”

"Don't use overlapping words."

Ian grimaced, and reached out to hold Elan's head, otherwise he would definitely hit his head again - the little boy of this age was really incredibly energetic: "Also, remember to wash your hands later, don't eat with the hands of ants who have been playing all day." ”

"Uh-huh, okay!"

The other side.

Port Harrison coast, uninhabited shore.

With his eyes closed, the Knight in Black Armor sat on the reef, one hand pressed to his ear, silently listening to the voices coming from all directions.