"It's a spy from the Flamelands who stole the key to the Native Sanctuary!"

"It's a spy from the Flame Land, secretly disrupting the essentia cycle inside the labyrinth!"

"It's the spies of the Flamelands, who have created the plague, the turmoil, and the natives to wage war against us!"

"There is no doubt that it was the spies of the Flamelands who caused all this suffering, and it was they who created the Great Storm and destroyed the home we had worked so hard to build! It was also they who spread the plague and put all of our settlements in the entire Southridge in danger! ”

"Subjects of the Empire—I am not alarmist, but have actual evidence!"

Even if he had known what the viscount was going to do, Ian couldn't help but feel stunned and admired for the other party's decision - it's not that the boy wasn't smart enough to think of this kind of approach, he was mainly more serious and responsible, and he couldn't think of throwing the pot at the first time.

As for the Flamelands......

Heh, Flying Flame Land should really thank Viscount Grant, according to this blowing method, its strength has increased by more than ten times by leaps and bounds.

But it does work.

With a wave of the viscount's hand, the escort team dragged out a few agents with their mouths gagged and obviously looking from the Flamelands, as well as a large number of firearms from the Flamelands, and all the Harrison Harbor people were boiling.

"I'll just say the storm is not right! When we have been building Harrison Port for so many years and are thriving, how can there be a sudden natural disaster—not in the previous twenty years! ”

"Sure enough, it's a dog mongrel from the Flying Flame Land, he's x, look at these firearms, how sophisticated, our good guys don't have to use them!"

"Yes, I'll just say that the natives have been fighting with us for so many years, and we haven't seen them use plague methods...... Sure enough, it's all the fault of the Flying Flame Land! ”

On the spot, it dawned on many people that they had fully understood the cause of everything, and that their pain and anxiety had a real source, a target that could be defeated and killed.

It's not like a natural disaster, even if it's painful and wants to condemn, you can't say it, and you can only consider yourself an unlucky target.

Encountering natural disasters will only lead to a decline in cohesion, making everyone feel that they are not blessed, or that their hometown is not good for water and soil.

But if the enemy is destroying it......

Then they will be the same enemy.

Click.

When everyone's indignant denunciation turned into a tide, the viscount slew the Flying Flame Land captives with his water sword, and the entire square fell silent for a while.

A tsunami of cheers followed.

"Viscount, we love you!"

"Kill like this, kill like this!"

"Phew! The blood of a bunch of mongrels has defiled our square! ”

- Losing the Great Shaman, completely abandoning the natives who fought against Port Harrison, even with the support of the Flying Flames, they have completely lost confidence.

Without the swamp crocodile and the redwood natives with a giant eel, it is no longer an obstacle for Southridge.

So, there was no reason for them to continue working with Blaze.

Blood spattered, these captives who were offered by the natives have confessed everything they can to confess, and their only value is to become a part of Viscount Grant's cohesion in this grand 'sacrifice sacrifice'.

"It seems that the phrase that the natives often say is also true."

Looking at the port dwellers who were fanatical because of the blood, and even let out a noisy cheer, Ian nodded slightly, and sighed in his heart: "The empire is a larger tribe. It's just that the method of sacrifice is more sophisticated, and the productivity is more developed, so that one's own people can be fed and clothed, and there is no need to really pay for human life. ”

If it is to develop to a higher level of civilization, the 'sacrifice' that is needed, the means to unite the people's hearts and cohesion, is not a head, human life and blood.

It's entertainment, idols and games; It's the show, the narrative and the right.

No one thought there was anything wrong with that, and neither did Ian - even if the Viscount lied, the Spies of the Flamelands deserved to die.

Since it is dead, it is better to die than to be worthwhile.

He didn't find it brutal and bloody, nor did he feel ridiculous.

Ian just felt that if the conditions were met, he had a better way to achieve the same goal without lying.

"—and all that."

At this moment, the viscount's impassioned voice continued to sound: "The greatest contributor to exposing this conspiracy is none other than the members of the Guardian Team who heroically stopped the conspiracy in the Flying Flame Land fourteen years ago, as well as the heir of one of them!" ”

"It was fourteen years ago that our Guardian heroes thwarted the plot of the Flamelands, so our homeland survived!"

"It was the Eren Family Exploration Team, as well as our genius, Appraiser Ian, who prevented such a Flamelands Task Force plot that allowed our home to be preserved once again - and to end the man-made natural disaster of the Great Storm forever!"

Eyes are converging.

The will is condensing.

All are looking at themselves and looking at themselves.

- By the time he came out.

Ian raised his eyes, he knew he should go up according to the script.

So he went up and walked step by step towards Viscount Grant's side, smiling at everyone present.

Esengard and Master Gosai are not fit for this occasion, they are outsiders and cannot be appreciated from the heart, but Ian can.

Ian stepped forward and came to the middle of the square, standing beside Viscount Grant.

"This is the best ending - a future with a reputation of honor, a future that is appreciated, and you will be the son of a hero, and the hero of this generation."

The Viscount whispered to Ian as he placed his hand on Ian's shoulder as a sign of his closeness to the young White People, and then he raised his voice: "Because of Ian's contribution to our Port Harrison, I have decided to promote him to the rank of Knight - probably the youngest Knight in Southridge!" ”

"He has this strength and this credit, let's cheer for him!"

-- Wow --

There was another cheer, and it was clear that no one dared to jump out at a time when the lords and citizens were so interested, even if some people were dissatisfied.

Ian smiled and looked around at the crowd in the square, and he didn't see much malice.

This is indeed his hometown, and he is indeed recognized as a genius, a good boy, a good man.

And not long after, after the cheers of the crowd gradually subsided, Viscount Grant also smiled and whispered to Ian: "Ian, according to your ability, even if it is not now, I will make you a knight in a few years." ”

"But now, do you have any ideas to choose a good path?"

Ian tilted his head slightly, he was a little curious, he didn't know what Viscount Grant was talking about.

And then, what the viscount said, he was truly shocked.

"Ian."

The viscount said calmly, "Have you ever thought about becoming a patrol knight?" ”

Lewen