Along the way, Ian has roughly mentally constructed a rough model of the architectural distribution of Nauman City.

Nauman City is a city that gradually expands outwards with the Fortress district as its core, that is, the upper city, and is shaped like a flower petal.

Surrounded by the Naumanwei River, the central uptown is a heavily fortified fortress with its functioning walled towers, alchemical cannons and crossbows, and is more of a fortified fortress than a wealthy district or a gathering place for the upper class.

The core of the upper town is the castle of the Marquis of Batun, which is quite tall and sturdy, but it is not the Governor's Palace, which is a three-story manor house with a front yard on the Capital Avenue to the north, and the original bell tower and attic have been converted into manned towers.

Ian estimated in his heart, and felt that even if this place was attacked with artillery, it was estimated that it would suffer heavy losses.

Centered around the city, there is also a tower of psionics and four large alchemy workshops, and two trade areas are a little more outer, one of which is the Platinum Workshop, all of which have towering minaret buildings, which are said to be used to better channel the power of the natural psionic field.

All in all, Nauman City is probably the largest part of the eight, with most of the inhabitants clustered around the alchemy workshops and trade districts, and the Psyker Tower in the remote northwest direction, where the military camps and outposts are located.

"The general is waiting for you on the second floor."

Ostensibly, Ian was smoothly led into the front yard by the knight, and then another guard led him into the mansion...... It seems to be very smooth, but Ian feels that there are too many people secretly spying, and those eyes with scrutiny and analysis are really difficult for normal people to bear.

Although normal people can't sense it.

And when Ian followed the spiral staircase to the second floor, the boy noticed that not a single snooping sight was gone.

And that's not all. The entire second floor of the mansion was pitch black and silent, as quiet as death.

It's like stepping into another world.

"How's it going, young man, do you feel much more refreshed?"

A calm and calm voice came from the terrace on the second floor of the mansion, where a tall, armored man with a long sword was standing.

He turned his head, his dark brown hair and slightly curly beard flickering with an abnormal essentia halo in the darkness, and his golden-green eyes were even brighter, which for a moment would have been mistaken for the sun's brilliance.

Barton Henriel, wielder of the True Form 'Archon of the White Flame'. A true form that combines the advantages of various magical beasts such as 'True Flame Eagle' and 'Cangfeng Griffin', the only sequelae is probably that he is really as keen and sensitive as an eagle owl, and the guard that can never be let go is the advantages and negative effects brought by his true form.

The general's eyes reflected the glittering psionic brilliance in Ian's eyes, and he laughed, "How many did you see?" ”

"Twenty-three on the road, five all the way."

The young alchemist bowed slightly, and the general waved his hand casually: "Don't be polite, what about inside the manor?" ”

"There are six in the courtyard, and there are twelve people on the first floor." Ian shook his head slightly: "There are too many people." ”

"After all, at noon, a banquet was just held here with the envoys of Canaan Moore, plus the escape of the prisoners of the Worship Dragon Sect. Usually it's a third, or even less. ”

The Marquis of Batun was even more satisfied, and he touched his chin: "But you counted one more...... Oh, you counted me? Do you perceive my gaze? ”

He was a little surprised.

Ian didn't answer, and the general laughed and told the maid to go upstairs, "Let's start dinner." ”

"I thought a general wouldn't have the leisure to be like me...... The alchemist meets alone. ”

Ian raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that the Marquis of Batun was really just meeting and eating with him one-on-one.

He thought someone else would join him at this private dinner this time.

"Originally, there were three other ones, one was a distinguished guest, and the other two, like you, were also recommended to join the Knights of the Patrol."

The Marquis of Batun acted vigorously, as did the maids in his mansion, and in less than three minutes, the tables in the original hall were covered with various dishes, apparently predetermined the time of Ian's arrival, and all the food was just right to be baked hot.

Sitting on the main seat, he said with some regret: "It's a pity that the distinguished guest suddenly has something to do, and he may be a little late, and the other two ...... It's disappointing and doesn't meet the requirements. ”

- Lies. At the very least, the first sentence is a lie.

Ian nodded thoughtfully.

"I have to say, the psionic energy of the observation department can indeed allow you to see more, and it will also help you a lot in your career."

The Marquis of Barton was quite talkative, he looked at Ian, and nodded slightly: "Identification, alchemy, and knights - excellent methods of obtaining information are more important than everyone thinks, and you do have a talent in this area." ”

"After all, the average person can't pay attention to Master Oak's Wood Spirit Species...... You just moved your shoulder a few times, and I can see it without hinting. ”

As he said this, he raised his hand, and a sharp, fiery invisible beam of wind flickered, striking an invisible object on the young man's shoulder.

[There's no need to be so direct]

When he landed, a turquoise spirit that had transformed into a wooden shark appeared, and the dissatisfied voice of the master of oak sounded: "You stingy eagle, let me listen to it and there will be no loss of meat!] 】

"Come on." The marquis snorted: "You old stake, I didn't expel you from the country is already a great respect for the envoys of the allies. ”

"If you want to know, find it yourself."

The spiritual woodgrain shark was burned into spiritual fragments by the hot wind beams, and before that, some cursing voices could be heard, and Ian showed interest: "It's amazing. ”

"A kind of use of the third energy level heart light body, you have a chance, maybe even earlier than me."

Marquis Batun withdrew his fingers, he nodded, took out a short knife from his waist, and stuck it in the roasted bear paw in front of him: "Come on, let's talk while eating." ”

The marquis's private dinner was not like a nobleman, all of them were all kinds of big fish and meat, a collection of hard dishes, and the only one that was more delicate should be regarded as 'Hundred Beast Pot' or 'Hundred Beasts Iron Pot Stew'.

This dish uses a large iron pot to sort various kinds of cut animal meat, put it in a certain order, and finally stew it into a large pot.

The ingredients include chicken, pork, beef, bear, chicken wings and hearts, pork ribs and pig's trotters, and so on.

In addition to this, there are rabbits, tiger meat, and so on.

It may sound messy, but the chef's skillful craftsmanship has stewed all the ingredients just right, soft and not scattered, and each ingredient is clear and tastes like a variety of flavors.

Of course, the most awe-inspiring thing is the meat of these beasts, most of which are the meat of demonic beasts.

And they are the most elite part.

The two of them ate in silence and feasted heartily.

Ian was not polite, he had just advanced his sublimation organs, and he was in need of supplemental nutrition, when someone invited him to a Warcraft feast.

Of course, you have to be careful not to eat too much, otherwise it will be suspicious, and this degree must be grasped.

"Back then, when I was resisting the turmoil in the dark mountains in the north, there were no kitchen utensils in the army, so I used a big iron pot to stew the trophies, because the weather was cold, so I could only keep stewing and add ingredients, otherwise the sauce would freeze."

The Marquis was unexpectedly talkative, and in Mr. Yinfang's description, he could only say a lot to those who were interested: "I heard that your cooking skills are also good, can you tell me how many kinds of magical beasts you have tasted, and what kind of them are?" ”

"Seven."

Ian glanced at the iron pot, removed two demonic beasts that he should not know and had never seen in theory, and removed two more bird-like demonic beasts that tasted very similar and could not be eaten by him at the first energy level: "They are the hard-shelled bear, the snake scale owl, the great forest leopard, the caracal, the sharp-clawed tiger, the iron-boned swordfish and the wine potato." If a sublimation plant is counted, too. ”

This question is actually a bit dangerous, because what kind of taste can be tasted, which proves that he has eaten some Warcraft...... Random answers are likely to expose questions that shouldn't be exposed.

It's good that over the years, Ian has indeed eaten a lot of Warcraft on the table.

"Not bad." Marquis Batun nodded again, he used his knife as a fork, ate a piece of meat, and then smiled: "You must have tasted other magical beasts as well, but you don't know what it tastes like." ”

Putting down the knife, he wiped his mouth with a tissue: "Ian, do you think Nauman City is in chaos?" ”

The young man didn't blink his eyes: "I feel well organized, peaceful and quiet." ”

"Oh?" The general raised his voice: "I was recently assassinated by the Flying Flame Land, and there was a rebellion by the Dragon Worshippers, and Canaan Moore sent messengers to ask for the extradition of the prisoners, only to be able to escape from prison again - not to mention that the Gnostic Institute and other chaotic forces are also snooping, is this also in order?" ”

Tilting his head, Ian's eyes were clear: "I can't see it, General. ”

"Good."

And the marquis clapped his hands with satisfaction: "This is it." You can't see it – that's all that matters. ”

"It's not good to be able to see the problem. Knowing that there are problems that don't need to be seen, knowing that some things don't matter at all, knowing what the real situation is – that's what it really is. ”

Ian showed just the right amount of confusion: "I'm a little confused, General, after all, I'm just a knight. ”

"It's the Patrol Knight." The old general emphasized: "Of course, just apprentices. ”

"Don't test me, Ian, you've met the mark, with pretty good grades."