“…… In my opinion, there aren't many options. ”

Esengard perked up much faster than Ian had imagined - or maybe he had known that his father didn't love him, so he wasn't shocked.

The blonde boy closed his lake-green eyes and slowed his breathing.

When he opened his eyes again, he had calmed down and spoke slowly: "At least the situation is much better than I imagined, at present, I still have my mother to rely on, and my grandfather's plan will not start until I reach the fourth energy level." ”

"In other words, before the fourth level, I can use their power to protect myself, and they also want me to be the head of the Eren family - this can be used."

"As for the father......"

Speaking of this, Ethan paused, and then said gloomily: "Compared to me, who has royal blood, he still hopes that the second brother with the blood of Mrs. Ellie and the blood of the Ellen family will be the head of the family." After all, he and his uncle are brothers, so what's the difference? ”

He turned his head and looked at the white-haired boy: "Ian, what I should do now is to ask my mother for help, but not really investigate Uncle Pat's motives, or even help him cover up his crimes, and suppress this matter into a power struggle within the Ellen family, so as not to provoke my father and grandfather, and take advantage of this excuse to fight for power for myself, right?" ”

"You should make a big deal about your assassination, but give your father the right to investigate so you can be compensated, but it won't go through." Ian stared at Isengard, then slowly spoke his opinion, "Well, it's a little weird, your best bet should be to confess all this to your mother. ”

"Tell her everything but me. Lady Aphrina may not be as 'stupid' as everyone thinks. ”

The young man raised his eyebrows, obviously extremely interested in such a future: "Ethan, the situation may be better than you and I imagined. ”

"Your mother loves you more than your father and her own."

"She may have many problems, but she really loves you."

"Is that so?"

When Isengard heard this, he subconsciously lowered his eyes, and his eyes were a little moist.

He smiled a little roughly, but looked like he was crying, "That's great...... Mother ......"

Ian shook his head slightly, he had thought of many suggestions and possibilities just now, but he had never imagined that Ethan's mother could actually bring about an extraordinary change in the situation.

It seems that even prophets are not free from preconceived prejudices.

There is something about Isengard's next move, and he still needs to communicate with Master Gosai, and now that Ian has told him all the truth, he must be able to make his own choice.

"After the labyrinth is over, I have to go back to the imperial capital first."

After thinking about it, Isengard said: "Uncle is the director of the southern part of the Boin Workshop, no matter what, I have to fight with my mother for this right." ”

"I was going to join the Platinum Workshop as the deputy head of the research department, but now it seems that the progress must be accelerated...... And without the relevant rights, I can't pay you. ”

- Indeed.

Ian thought so. If Isengard doesn't pay him, then he probably won't have the money to pay Qingchao.

He has already received the news that Qingchao was rescued by Viscount Grant, plus Scott, Elan, and even Sainan, he can be regarded as having a group of large or small teams, and it is time to think about how to make money to support his family.

Originally, refining potions was only enough for his own use, and if he really wanted to make a lot of money, he still had to be attached to a behemoth like the Platinum Workshop.

"The Fairy Inheritance of the Second Energy Level...... I don't know if you have. ”

At this moment, Isengard was a little hesitant, and he asked embarrassedly: "If it's just a simple second-level goblin material, I can personally take out a copy, which was originally intended to be used as a raw material for analyzing the 'fundamental construction of spiritual energy quality', and now I can send them from the imperial capital." ”

"But the quality may be more average, that is, the best product, not as good as the best sold by the goblins from the Falling Star City."

"If you don't mind......"

"I mind." Ian interrupted the blonde boy solemnly, and he tapped on the table, "I don't mind when it arrives - quality is not a big deal, the faster the better." ”

- What are you kidding, what kind of children of everyone, the best products are average?!

The fairy wings that Elder Pude brought were mid-to-high-grade, and that was completely sufficient.

In the final analysis, the quality of the Warcraft materials depends on whether the structure of the inscription is complete or not, and whether the engraving is smooth or not - and his goblin bloodline is burned on a silver chip, as long as it can be used, it is 100% complete.

There is no difference between excellent and excellent at all.

"No problem." Blinking his eyes, Esengard seemed to understand something, and then smiled: "As for the rest, such as the complete goblin potion materials, my mother will definitely be willing to give them to you - but that will definitely not be delivered until I return to the imperial capital." ”

"It's natural, it's convenient for you."

Ian was in no hurry, and when things were settled, he got up and prepared to leave the workshop ashram.

"What's next?"

Isengard also got up, and after temporarily walking out of the previous mental blow, his demeanor was much calmer, and he could now show a smiling face.

"I will continue to practice until your goblins are passed on to me."

Ian calmly replied, "I'm going to prepare for the second level—but there's a lot more I have to do." ”

- Shark's progression and maze, as well as preparations for the award.

And......

A funeral.

Terra 773, April 25.

The fifth day of Ian's return from the Great Monuments of the South Seas.

Fourteen years later, he attended the funerals of his father, the harbor guards, and all those who had died in the storm.

“…… This is not an ordinary natural disaster, but a natural disaster originating from a labyrinth, and it is true that there may be no difference between the two, but the latter can be conquered, controlled, and held in our hands by humans. ”

In the middle of the square, Viscount Grant was giving an impassioned speech, and Master Gosai and Bishop White Mist selectively told him about the Great Relics of the South China Sea.

The viscount, who knew that the storm had been completely ended, breathed a sigh of relief, but also keenly sensed that this was a good time to increase the cohesion and publicity in the territory.

Holding a mass funeral for the victims of the convoy, as well as those who died, or even erecting a monument, is not a big deal, after all, similar deaths are not unusual for the Terra continent, and even Viscount Grant's actions will not only not move some people, but also make people think that he is making a fuss.

It's just a natural disaster, as if there is no more.

But this time was different.

It's very different.

"All of this is the fault of the Flame Land spies!"

It was just an ordinary recitation, but at this moment, the volume suddenly increased.

The Viscount's voice resounded throughout the square, causing all those present to feel deafening and stunned.

They all looked up at the Viscount in the center of the square.

And the man, who was all watching, clenched his fists and looked resolute and solemn, loudly announced the so-called 'truth': "As you think, citizens of Port Harrison! ”

"It's the spies of the Flamelands who have made us suffer from the disaster!"

Lewen