"Stomach cancer?"

The next morning, in the elder's office.

Elder Pudd, who was going to talk to Ian about what he had seen and heard in the labyrinth, frowned, "The prophet can even see this, did he foresee my death?" ”

As an old man, it is still a bit taboo to say how much his death is, but it is better to know the reason than not to know that it is coming.

There was no disbelief in Ian's meaning, mainly because Elder Pud didn't expect that he was already suffering from such a serious disease.

The sublimator closed his eyes, urged the source species to look inward, and sensed it: "Hmm, there is no abnormality...... My stomach is fairly normal, wait, there's a little polyp here? ”

It is generally difficult for sublimators to suffer from diseases that ordinary people have, not to mention, their body temperature can exceed fifty degrees when they operate essentia, and the sublimators of fire attribute essentia can even briefly exceed 100 degrees at the first energy level, and raise their essentia to a higher temperature, and even can burn enemies into charcoal.

In general, most bacteria, viruses and parasites cannot withstand this level of high temperature, and even special new parasites such as brain-eating insects will quickly lose their activity under the washout of essentia.

Cancer, in fact, is no exception.

Unless the sublimator himself has signs of distortion, otherwise, a healthy sublimator, even if he is accidentally exposed to a large amount of radiation, or has taken various highly toxic carcinogens, causing various problems in his body, only needs to recuperate for two or three years at most.

But Elder Pud died of stomach cancer in the future of the hive, and Ian felt that it must be more than just a simple cancer problem.

"This should be related to some kind of aberration, it can't be taken lightly, with your lifespan as an elder, there are at least twenty or thirty years to live."

Sitting across from the Elder's desk, Ian said calmly, he was writing a report on the labyrinth to be handed over to Viscount Grant at the moment, but he didn't stop: "My suggestion, go to Bishop White Mist and ask about the situation, Master Gosai should also have relevant potions, I'll go to them and ask them later." ”

"And it's just right, ask Bishop Baiwu if he is willing to accept apprentices, it's really not good, you can also help guide and educate Elan's sublimation skills."

Putting down his pen, Ian glanced at the report in his hand, then nodded in satisfaction and handed it to Elder Pudd.

He watched the old man carefully read the 'information he could know', and then said slowly, "After all, Elder, you also know that after this mission, I may not be able to stay in Port Harrison for a while. ”

"Bishop of the White Mist? If you do help him, it is indeed not a problem to help guide the sublimation technique, but they are very dependent on talent and physiognomy, and if it is not suitable, it is useless to teach. ”

Elder Pud didn't think it was a whimsical idea, but was afraid that Ian would be disappointed, so he reminded, "I'll visit Bishop White Mist later to thank him for taking care of you in the labyrinth and along the way, and by the way, about my illness and Elan's studies." ”

"If the other party says yes, then it's not a problem."

"As for the rest...... That's true. ”

He squinted and read the report Ian had written.

The old man looked sideways at the young man and said in a deep voice, "If you really become the master of the so-called labyrinth...... If you want to show your 'identity' to the Viscount and us, you are the master of the labyrinth. ”

"Then, according to Ayles's personality and the current situation, you will never be allowed to stay in Port Harrison."

"Getting you out to be a knight and giving you a mission to travel for a few years will be his only option."

"Indeed." Ian nodded slightly, he got up, and prepared to leave the Hall of Elders: "By the way, Elder, I will go to Master Gosai and Isengard at noon to talk about related matters, and I won't come back for dinner at noon." ”

"You decide."

Elder Pude touched his beard, he was still thinking about why his stomach had a tendency to be distorted, and his brows furrowed: "Strange thing, I have three meals a day very regularly, and my schedule and rest are also very healthy, how can I have stomach problems......

"Oh yes."

The old man raised his head and looked at Ian, who was about to leave: "What is the situation with Elan, how can he sleep with you, there are tooth marks on the quilt?" ”

"He said he dreamed that he had become a dragon." Ian thought for a moment and said the truth: "I guess I'm hungry." ”

"It's a long time." Elder Pudd had no doubt about him.

After some time.

Viscount Grant, dressed in the smell of gunpowder, returned to his mansion exhausted.

With the return of Master Gosai and Isengard, the fleets of the other forces also know that they will most likely have no chance or excuse to try to break into the labyrinth.

If there is no other excuse, what will happen is a real regional war.

Carrying out such an operation without instructions from a higher level is the most serious kind of solitude, and even if it really wins, the fate of the fleet commander is not destined to be good.

After a night of confrontation, the fleet on the high seas quietly disappeared by taking advantage of the tidal surge caused by a gust of wind.

If only that's the case, it wouldn't make the viscount so tired......

What really tired him was that his coastal guards noticed that there was another movement in the indigenous Tenglan Division.

A group of indigenous fishermen, claiming that they had been robbed by the Imperials, wanted an explanation, and came to Harrison Harbor to protest.

However, because of the attack of the indigenous great shaman a few days ago, all these Tenglan natives who came to protest were imprisoned, but the Yam Knight sensed that something was wrong from these people's mouths, and pulled them to inquire in detail.

Soon, they found a group of Imperial and Canaanite Moorish Elves who had robbed the indigenous fisherman's boat and were now confronting the Tenglan natives along the coast of the Redwoods.

It was the Qingchao exploration fleet and the elven pirates.

I have to say that the luck of Qingchao and others is indeed good.

They snatched the native's ship and drove all the way back to the coast, but they were not noticed by the fleets of the Flying Flame Land and other regions, and even if they did, they probably thought it was the local natives and didn't care too much, otherwise, the matter would still be ridiculous, and this confrontation on the high seas would have to be confronted for another week or two.

Because the ship robbed by Qingchao and the others is a tribal ship that cooperates closely with Harrison Port on weekdays, Viscount Grant fished them out without much effort, and by the way, he also announced that the fleet of the Flying Flame Land had been expelled in the redwood forest area.

After doing all this, he returned to his mansion exhausted.

Then, I received the report written by Ian.

"It's better for Ian to be worry-free, he doesn't need me to urge him to know what to do...... If only other people could be so smart. ”

After all, the Viscount is also close to seventy years old, he sighed, and then carefully read the report handed in by Ian: "Ha, I know that this old guy Pude has never been honest, and he actually let Ian practice the goblin bloodline?" The Chehalorvo family is more rooted than I thought. ”

"Well, the motherworm, the parasite, the hive will...... It seems that this is the monster that Morin was anxious to exterminate back then, and it is no wonder that the Bishop Church took the initiative to collect intelligence and go to the ruins...... Alas, after all, why do you have to tell White Mist in the first place, you are my knight after all, not a knight of the church. ”

Thinking of the past, the viscount couldn't help but shake his head slightly, Morin's death back then until now, he has not regretted it at all, it was he who single-handedly turned the tailor's son into the captain of the escort, it was he who made the poor Morin's family rich, and it was he who brought Morin into contact with the world of sublimators, if he had the opportunity, he could become a real knight.

Even Morin's children he took good care of, and as a lord, he fulfilled his duty.

But when it comes to loyalty, Maureen doesn't get past it.

"The remains of the convoys...... Yes, the storm will never come again, and it's time to hold a funeral for them, for all those who died in the storm. ”

With the next big thing planned in mind, the viscount continued to read the report.

Then, his eyes widened in shock: "Ian? ”

"How can he be the master of the labyrinth?!"

"Why is it that I don't know anything about this labyrinth after exploring it?!"