"You're smarter than I thought you would, and you're very measured. Kutag (Mr. Silverfang) taught you, right? It's a handsome outfit, but I can tell you're the kind of person who thinks practicality is more important than aesthetics. ”

The Marquis of Batun clapped his hands, and a maid brought a document, and he signed it casually: "Listen, little Grant recommended you with the quota left by his father, I didn't want to accept it, because his kid doesn't have the temperament that a patrol knight should have, what good talent can he bring?" I deeply doubt it. ”

"Actually, if you want me to say, old Grant is like that, except for loyalty and ability to fight, his head is really not very good, but who told me to fight side by side with old Grant back then? I was also embarrassed to refuse his son. ”

"You're a surprise, Ian."

As soon as he flew in his hand, the thin document was delivered straight in front of Ian, suspended in mid-air.

The boy carefully lifted it up slowly, and only then gently removed it from the 'invisible wind pressure' without breaking the paperwork.

The Marquis of Batun thought for a moment, then smiled—he waved his hand and told the maid to step back.

The second prepared document is not needed.

"I'm already there?"

The boy glanced at the contents and signatures on the document, and Ian was really a little surprised: "There is no assessment?" Or test ......"

"No sooner had you left Port Harrison than you captured the special operations spies in the Flame Lands and uncovered their biowarfare conspiracy."

Marquis Batun shook his head: "After that, kill the Sharp-Clawed Tiger and protect Golden Leaf Town." Then he exposed Ryanling's conspiracy - Lapol is really stupid, he wants to ask me for help, will I not help him? I had to cooperate with the people of the Gnostic Academy, and I was finally devoured. ”

"Especially since his son is the Chosen One...... They don't report this to me, what are you going to do? He died of his own greed, he died of concealment, he didn't think of himself as a Nanling nobleman at all, he regarded himself as an imperial man! ”

Ian pretended not to hear the words, put down the papers, and took a bite of bear meat.

"Your merits are completely sufficient, go to the Imperial Capital Headquarters to register, and you are an official patrol knight apprentice. Of course, it will take you more than ten years to become the third energy level. ”

After scolding Baron Ryan for a while, the Marquis of Barton finally concluded: "The luck of the Grant family has always been not bad, when Bai Wu went to him, I said that their family's luck was good, and now there is you." He will fulfill his father's wish. ”

"I'll prepare a new set of armor and swords for you later, and then help me bring a document to the imperial capital. Now, go ahead and eat. ”

The general's tone is not to be rejected, and the last sentence is the real point.

Ian narrowed his eyes slightly, he felt a hint of danger - where did the Marquis get what documents he needed to deliver at a first energy level?

There must be something behind this.

But Ian was clear that he had no right to refuse.

Not to mention...... If that's what he suspected, then maybe it's not really a bad thing.

"Was it used as bait? Is it fishing for ghosts, or is it fishing for other forces? That's why I've been testing my observation skills all the time, so that I can confirm who it is. ”

With a chuckle in his heart, Ian showed just the right hint of hesitation, and then said firmly, "Guaranteed to complete the mission, General." ”

The corners of Marquis Batun's mouth curled, and he nodded: "Very good." Then go ahead and eat.

"Don't be disgusted, even the master oak won't be able to eat the prey I have hunted with my own hands."

"Hands?" This surprised Ian, who was drinking tea from the cup he was drinking, "Your own prey?" ”

"Of course."

The Marquis of Batun cut off a piece of roasted beef brisket with a short knife, and then took a big bite: "What do you think...... Is this table extravagant? ”

Ian looked at it, the ingredients on the table were indeed rich, all kinds of Warcraft ingredients were dazzling, not to mention anything else, that plate of fresh fish fillets, it was the fish body meat made of sea blue marlin, the essentia was pure and nourishing, it would not cause distortion, and the taste was extremely delicious.

Such a small plate of fish fillet is equivalent to a year's work of ordinary people.

Extravagant? If you count it in terms of money, it simply can't be more extravagant.

But if these are the results of a sublimator's usual self-amusing 'after-hunting' and the old man's favorite 'fishing'......

"That's really home-cooked. It's even a little shabby and frugal. ”

He muttered, "A third-level sublimator, eating these things is the same as a child drinking honey water, that is, eating a taste......

"Not bad."

The old general continued to eat absently, he was like a black hole, constantly devouring the dishes on the table and the constant stream of dishes brought by the maids: "Some people think that I eat a lot and waste too much, but these things are not luxuries. ”

"Look. This cow. He raised his hand and pointed to the brisket in front of him: "I went to hunt in the mountains." ”

"Look at this bear's paw again, endangering the townspeople, I saw it when I was walking, and ran over to kill it."

"And this fish, to be honest, after an afternoon of fishing, I almost went to the fishing market to buy it, but I finally caught it."

The Marquis of Batun was simply showing off his prey to Ian: "As a nobleman, you should not ask for it from your people, but give it away. ”

"The first emperor once said, 'The sublimator should not compete with the people for profit', I have always thought that this is the highest virtue of the aristocracy, far more pragmatic than the slogan-like 'protection', 'humility' and 'mercy' - as long as these sublimators don't keep thinking about the food in the people's homes and the insignificant Baisen and Thaler, the world can be ten times more peaceful."

"Black King ......"

Ian said this, and then as if he realized something, he changed his words: "The first emperor actually said such a thing? It sounds plausible, but it's not very practical......"

"As a knight, read more."

Marquis Batun squinted, stared at Ian, and then nodded slightly: "And it is. On Ryan's side, the reason why Lapole failed was precisely because he was too deeply involved with ordinary people - he wanted to plead with me for the help of cloning equipment and psionics to help his Chosen One child's soul transfer to a new body, how could I not help him? ”

"I'm going to help him with a lot of fanfare and make this a big thing that will make a big deal across the empire...... He will be the father of those who have risen from the dead, and I will gain great fame. ”

"It's a pity." The old general sighed: "He doesn't do it." Not only that, but I have to make some boring calculations...... Those people in Labol and Gnostic, the pattern is too small. ”

"I don't understand ......"

There was a chill down his spine, and Ian didn't dare to answer it.

He could see that this Marquis of Batun looked like a dead-headed soldier on the surface, but in fact there were three traps in one sentence.

If he dares to respond, everything will be exposed!

How can this man be so good at talking? And he suspected that he and the head of the Gnosis Institute had something to do with Baron Ryan's death? How did you guess that?

Ian couldn't figure out this question, because Marquis Batun's guess was completely illogical, and his actions would never be exposed according to the general idea.

But he can know by the reaction of the frost butterfly in the alchemy belt around his waist that even if he is really exposed, at most, it will be the impression of the Marquis of Batun, and nothing bad will really happen.

- Eccentric.

- By the way, why did he tell me about the virtues of nobility, I'm just a knight, right?

This subtle, unclear, or even confused atmosphere makes the teenager feel quite bad.

But on the surface, he still disguised himself as a normal knight, staring at the old general in front of him with a cautious, confused and puzzled expression.

"Actually, it's the same with little Grant."

The Marquis of Batun and Ian looked at each other, his gaze bright and sharp, as if he wanted to see through Ian's heart: "If he really wants to develop the labyrinth for the benefit of himself and his people—then he will hold your good card as the 'Master of the Labyrinth' firmly instead of throwing you in front of me." ”

"Unless it's a tactful gesture of weakness...... But I don't think Grant Jr. has the ability to do that. ”