The fact that Ian is going to leave has been paved for a long time.

So the next day, when Ian brought Elan to the Hall of Elders to show Elder Pud his knighthood, the old man even scoffed, saying that he had already learned from the viscount the previous night.

"I'm not worried about you at all." The elder said, "I'm worried about how much trouble you're going to get into again. ”

Prophets can avoid most of the wrong choices – but it also means that prophets can easily cause some big trouble that ordinary people would never dare to think of.

If nothing else, Ian's every move in the labyrinth is amazing enough, and the ones that can be said alone scare the old man half to death, if you count the ones that can't be said......

He doesn't have that much heart.

In response, Ian just gave Elder Pud a hug: "Take care of yourself, Elder, listen to the doctor's advice, you have to live to see the family rise." ”

"Elan, too, when I'm not at home, I'll listen to Elder Pudder. Usually, if you have anything, you can ask Brother Scott and Qingchao for help. ”

"Uh-huh." Holding Ian's hand, Elan's eyes widened as he stared at his brother's face.

He was not worried about Ian's long journey, but showed a big smile: "I know, brother, mood." ”

"I can know, so ...... I'm happy, too! ”

Elam stayed, while the young man, who had been kicked out of the Hall of Elders, returned home alone.

Ian knew that Elder Pud just didn't want to shed tears in front of him.

He picked up the luggage he had prepared long ago, and then prepared to head to the White Chamber Chamber of Commerce.

A caravan of the White People awaited Ian's journey, and their destination was Nauman City, where Ian could stop by for a while before heading to Ryan Territory.

There was also an acquaintance in the caravan, the herb picker Brin, the man who had fought with Ian and the natives in the past, and his money-loving personality was quite suitable for the caravan's work.

Many people, including Sainan, said goodbye to Ian, looking extremely sorry.

If nothing else, without Ian identifying some of their rare-looking catches and herbs, their income would have dropped.

But traveling is a custom in the Terra continent, and after returning from traveling, Ian, who has become stronger, will naturally be able to lead the family to a further step.

They look forward to that future.

Viscount Grant and Treasurer Lamar came to say goodbye to Ian, bringing Ian's 'armor' and 'saber'.

These two things are larger, so they are one step later than the medal, and they were delivered by the caravan in Naumann City this morning.

The armor is a normal set of alchemist armor, consisting of a smooth chest shell at the chest and a dense piece of metal armor around it.

Although the defense is not comparable to the serious armor, the waist has a waist strap hook, and the helmet has a simple breathing mask structure, which can be adapted to most common anti-poison modifications, and is generally unremarkable.

As for the saber, to Ian's surprise, it was a hand-and-a-half sword forged from cold metal, well-made, sharp and strong, and it was completely qualified as a weapon on the surface.

"If you can become a patrol knight, it will naturally be beneficial, but if you can't, you don't have to force it."

The Viscount handed Ian a bag of silver coins, which weighed a lot of money, about eighty thalers.

The nobleman instructed: "Although I cannot return to Port Harrison, I have a place to live in Nauman. There's a key in the bag, don't lose it. ”

"If you don't want to travel, hide your identity and go back to Nauman, and Mr. Silverfang knows this place to stay, and he will be happy to meet you and entrust you with some work."

Ian changed into armor, and the Viscount put on a sword and helmet for him, and only a pair of light cyan eyes could be seen under the full-coverage helmet.

If necessary, even this gap can be blocked by a waterproof membrane to prevent the alchemist from being affected by his own potion.

Ian could feel that Frostbutterfly thought the helmet was very good, fluttering very cheerfully, the cold air she released could not be considered to overflow, and thanks to this little goblin, his helmet would not be too stuffy.

"It's like a lot."

Glancing at the young knight in front of him, the viscount nodded in satisfaction, "We know your level, but no one outside Port Harrison knows - it's good to cover your too-young face." ”

The prototype of the Order of Knighthood is the ship compass, which represents Ian becoming a knight for 'meritorious service at sea'. I can't be wrong.

The medal box also comes with a medal document with the inscription imprint of Viscount Grant and the Governor of Southridge, which does not need to be taken out most of the time, as long as Ian can prove that he is a sublimator, and there is a medal, most cities and checkpoints will be released, and only more strict places need to see the certificate to recognize people.

Everything is in order.

After that, it's time to go.

Today was a rare good day, with sparse clouds, clear sunshine, and early summer temperatures mixed with the sea breeze from south to north, causing the caravan's flags to roll slightly.

Because of the news of the labyrinth, as well as the large number of coastal demonic beast materials and herbs produced by the labyrinth's mutations, there were a lot more caravans entering and leaving Port Harrison, and a caravan from the White Chamber Chamber of Commerce set off and mixed up in the convoys that came and went.

The giant horned camel pulls the cart with a gentle pace, its thick hooves and paws that can easily wade through the wetlands and swamps of the South Ridge, and its slippery fur is resistant to the bites of many species of mosquitoes, but it needs to be regularly disposed of with fungi and mosses growing on it.

Wild Bighorn Camels don't have this problem, they can even grow a thick layer of lichen armor, and random touches will release a large amount of paralyzing fungi and miasma, even sharp-clawed tigers have to worry when they see it. It is precisely because they have no natural predators and are not very afraid of people that they have become the most common camel beasts in Nanling.

Ian owns a chariot to himself, pulled by a docile she-camel—he has the qualifications, after all, the caravan is attached to his status as an Ascendant.

He helps the family, and the family will help him, and Ian knows very well that most of his alchemy materials are purchased by his own chamber of commerce for him from distant cities.

The boy wore armor that he would not take off until he entered the city. The continent of Terra is not the same as Earth, people here can even sleep in heavy armor, and the dangers that can arise at any time keep everyone in a fighting mood.

Once he was sure he had all his luggage and equipment, he turned his head and looked at the people behind him who were seeing him off.

The viscount had already returned to the mansion, and the Bishop of the White Mist seemed to be blessing from afar, and Sainan was standing in the ranks of the White People, and he had prepared a good seasoned dried fish for Ian, which only needed to be cut off with a knife and put into the soup, which was quite delicious.

Scott didn't come, he still had a patrol mission today, but Qingchao stood beside the team of the white people, staring silently.

Elder Pud was holding Elan, and his brother was waving to him.

Ian smiled and waved goodbye to them.

A light breeze swept through the clouds, and a shadow swept across the harbor. Not far away, the Bison Mountains stand tall in the sky and the shadows of the clouds.

A flock of birds rises from the mountains and flies towards the coast, bringing up the noise.

The caravan moved in the opposite direction to the birds, beyond the forest, north of the blue sea, beyond the clouds and mountains.

Jingle bell, jingle bell.

The melodious bell rang, and the camel beast stepped forward.

"Goodbye." Ian muttered to himself.

The teenager sets out to go to the wider world.

No more looking back.