[At the end of the month of Terra, I, Baron Silverpeak, and Ian Aljomon's convoy led by Xiahui were attacked by the Worship of the Dragons in the jungle southwest of Trois-Rivières]

[This group of Dragon Worship Cultists is composed of many forces, led by the Canaan Moore Dragon Worship Sect, supplemented by the Flying Flame Land and the Heavenly King Ting Dragon Sect, three second-level sublimators and seven first-level cultivators, a total of ten people]

[Their attack not only caused great losses to my convoy, but also endangered the territorial security of our country and despised the majesty of our country]

[Enraged, I tried my best to fight against it, and after paying a great price, I finally succeeded in defeating the enemy with the help of Viscount Harrison Port, Ayrs Grant, and captured all three second-level sublimators]

[Although we won, we still paid a great price. In order to defeat them, my team suffered huge casualties and losses, and Viscount Grant, who helped him, was even more armed with Aether.

[My losses are irrelevant, but Viscount Grant deserves to be commended for defeating the cult forces, successfully maintaining the territorial security of our country, and reviving our country's prestige]

"What do you think of that?"

Anyun Town, a quiet town between Trois-Rivières and Port Harrison, is also the place where Xiahui leads the team to settle today.

Inside the room lit with insect repellent incense, Ian handed the report he had just finished writing to Viscount Grant with a smile on the other side.

"It's better written, Ian."

After receiving the report, Viscount Grant did not read the contents, so he did not hesitate to praise Ian's handwriting, one by one, the boy's handwriting has been clean and tidy since the beginning of learning, and it is quite charming, and the more I read it, the more I like it.

For those high-level nobles, especially the local high-ranking nobles who need to read a lot of handwritten reports every day, it is very painful for their subordinates to write ugly characters.

Just figuring out what they're writing is enough of a headache, and if there's any smudge, you're going to call them to the office and reprimand them.

But this kind of trivial thing is unnecessary, and they don't have time to learn if they want to change it, and in general it is a headache.

No matter where you are, people who write well will have an advantage, unless the future fast-forwards to an era when people don't need to write.

However, even admiring Ian's writing, Viscount Grant used his years of experience to point out a number of areas in Ian's previous report that needed to be revised.

"Don't write about the team you are in with Xia Hui Ling, although it is true, but this will give the impression that you are trying to protect your property, and it will lose points."

With a glance, the viscount said skillfully, "Change it to 'pass through the civilian convoy of Trois-Rivières, just do it, highlighting the innocence and weakness of the convoy, and the feeling of being plagued for no reason passing by this place. In that case, it would seem that you are faithfully fulfilling your duties as a nobleman."

"The attack should also be changed to 'raid' to add tension, and this detail is also crucial."

"Understood!"

Ian, who had a bandage around his head (he wasn't actually hurt at all), also nodded his head and took notes with a serious face, while Qingchao stood by with a blank expression, completely unable to understand what the two men were worn.

This was certainly not the end, Viscount Grant had only just begun, and he pointed out in detail to Ian where his report was not sufficiently detailed.

"Secondly, don't name the Dragon Worship Sect specifically, although everyone pretends not to know on the surface, but basically Nanling knows that you are also a member of the Dragon Worship Sect now, and if you point out the Dragon Worship Sect, everyone will think that this is an internal dispute of the Dragon Worship Sect - I suggest changing it to 'Special Combat Team of other countries, it's better.'"

"I didn't lie, and I can also use the bad reputation of the Flying Flame Land Special Operations Team in Nanling in recent times to earn a handful of sympathy points."

"Then, don't write the name Canaan Moore. Didn't the imperial capital announce an alliance with Canaan Moore some time ago? Don't make statements that affect the friendship between the two countries, just write ...... Led by the Flying Flame Land, supplemented by the Heavenly Royal Court, and a special combat team composed of other countries. Everyone knows who the other countries are, but don't write them out plainly."

Speaking of which, Viscount Grant was obviously in a hurry, and he pointed to the map on the side and said to Ian

"Especially in the Flame Land, if there is a demonic beast attack in the territory recently, an unexpected loss, or a disaster, you can push it to the Flame Land."

"Ian, you only recently became a lord, you must remember not to take everything by yourself, what responsibilities you have, you must remember to throw the pot to others...... Whether it is a mountain people, an indigenous, or other lords, there is no doubt that they can do it, but if they can't talk about the natural environment or the magical beasts, they really can't find an excuse to pretend to be brave and bear it again."

"But as long as there is a Flying Flame Land, you must use it, otherwise the above will not be happy, and it will not approve the aid fee."

"Wouldn't that be too much?"

Although Ian had known about it for a long time, he also pretended to be innocent at the moment: "It's easy to say anything else, but if my own policy is wrong, I accidentally cause serious consequences......

"Don't worry, just shirk it."

Viscount Grant said without thinking, "The Flying Flame Land can do anything, it's an unimaginable beast."

"If it weren't for them, how could you have made a mistake? It's undoubtedly their fault!"

After teaching Ian about his experience as a lord, the viscount continued to read the report, "Immediately after, the number of casualties was too small."

"Although the other party is indeed an elite squad of the Sublimators, the number of ten people does not give people an intuitive sense of threat, I think...... Well, it's just fifty people, and you can get an extra forty bounties from ordinary special combat teams."

Defrauding aid and bounties is indeed Viscount Grant's specialty, and when he said these words, he looked extremely sophisticated, and even his expression was inspired, as if the whole person was glowing, and he was extremely dashing: "Next, your words are good-you should go online, and talk about national security and national majesty, otherwise, where will the imperial capital care about your losses?" It's just a big deal."

"To sublimate this incident to the point that the special forces of other countries are insidious and shameless, sneaking up on our civilian ranks, and finally being stopped by the heroic imperial nobles, this tone is in line with the correct narrative!"

"But then, you're going to pay a lot of money, it's too simplistic, add a little more, a little more sad, let's say dozens of people died...... Well, too much is not good, it seems that you are incompetent. Too little doesn't work, it doesn't seem real."

"In that case, let's just about twenty, just more pensions, and we'll divide the quota equally."

"No, how can it be five or five." Ian smiled and waved his hand, "Of course, if you take seventy percent, it will be regarded as the fuel cost of the expedition."

"You're welcome." The viscount also sincerely excused himself, "Can't I see that this is a gift from you? I took the heart, and you took a risk this time."

"It's a birthday ceremony for little Cormita (the name of the viscount's unborn child)." Ian insisted, and Viscount Grant couldn't continue to excuse himself, he nodded and smiled, "So be it."

Then, there's nothing to work on.

Ian put the repaired report away and asked Qingchao to entrust a messenger to deliver it to Nauman City.

"He's second level, too. It was the pinnacle before, and it did have potential. You've found a good helper."

Qingchao left the room, and Viscount Grant looked away from the swordsman and shifted his gaze to Ian.

"Amazing."

He genuinely sighed, "It's only been a year, Ian, and you've grown to the point where you can be my equal. I have no doubt that the Silver Peak family will prosper in your hands, and may even return to the imperial capital once again to achieve true glory."

"I am sincerely pleased with this and send my best wishes to you."

"Where. It's you who surprise me."

Ian bowed his head slightly to accept this blessing, and he smiled and said to the viscount, "You're about to reach the third level, right? At that point, with the submission of the redwood natives, the jurisdiction of Port Harrison's deeds will be extended to the entire Great Redwoods and the surrounding areas of Elephant Bone Mountain, and even the West Redwoods."

"At that point, it's time to address you as 'Lord Marquis Grant!'"

"Haha." The Viscount shook his head disappreciatively, "These are trivial.

Titles and fame are false titles, and only the strength of oneself and one's descendants is the real focus of our nobles."

"I've always wondered, what exactly does the third energy level need? I've always been unable to figure it out, I've always been obsessed with improving myself, but I can't improve."

"But when I really figured out what I wanted, my strength naturally increased, and I didn't pay attention to this aspect anymore."

"When I stopped seeing pure strength as my first priority, I grew stronger step by step...... Come to think of it, maybe thanks to you, Ian."

With that, the viscount turned his head sideways and looked in the direction of Port Harrison.

He said softly, "If it weren't for the new hope you brought to Old Pudde, I would have felt curious and wanted to try to raise the next generation......

"I won't know...... That's all so important to me."

Ian could tell that Viscount Grant's speech and demeanor were much gentler than nine years ago.

Even the demeanor of the whole person does not look like it used to be, giving people a sense of danger.

It's normal – people who are finally going to be fathers and finally figure out their dreams can be so peaceful.

Ian knew very well that Viscount Grant's obsession lay in 'family,'.

Through Patrick's words revealed in the Great Labyrinth of the South Seas, as well as the information Ian himself collected in the imperial capital, Ian can know that Viscount Grant's childhood life was very lonely, his parents were away from home all the year round, he was raised by a strict grandmother, and he did not have many friends.

When he grew up, his parents and grandmother passed away one after another, and he traveled from the imperial capital to the strange Port Harrison, fighting for everything he had never expected, that is, his family, his territory, and his people, and almost lost his life several times.

Of course, he was confused, even puzzled and angry.

Viscount Grant's talent, in fact, is really not bad, although it is said to be a mess in alchemy, but it can be said that it is far superior to Patrick in terms of practice, Patrick has not won Viscount Grant once in a playful as a child or in a duel when he grows up, and he is a genius of the same level as his eldest brother.

But the problem is that Patrick's eldest brother, Marquis Ellen, is the fourth energy level, while Viscount Grant only has the second energy level.

In addition to potions and resources, the biggest reason is that Marquis Eren has obviously found what he wants a long time ago, and he has been fighting for it persistently.

And Viscount Grant never found it.

It wasn't until his child was about to be born that the man figured out that he just wanted a foundation that he could feel at ease and a family and people that he could give.

(This is probably the reason why Viscount Grant was able to advance to the third level soon after the birth of his child.) This is true for both the swarm and the Scourge...... Human beings can only really exert their limits if they are determined to work hard for one thing.)

Foreknowledge confirms reality, coupled with the powerful momentum released when the Viscount drove the 'Zhenglan' before, Ian can vaguely sense that the Viscount Grant at this moment is really only one step away from the third energy level - in the past, the Viscount would be wary because Ian couldn't control it, but now he can send blessings from the heart.

This is not weakness, but a testament to the strength of the heart.

The obsession of the Elder of the Cliff is the prosperity of the mountain people, the obsession of Viscount Grant is the obsession of his own family, and the Count of Phoenix in the imperial capital is undoubtedly the preservation and continuation of knowledge.

The obsessions of these powerful men are as simple and easy to understand as Ian's own knowing everything he wants to explore.

As long as they walk on this path, they can grow as fast as they can.

And if Viscount Grant really becomes the third energy level and becomes the second marquis level nobleman in Nanling, then it will be a great thing for Ian.

Since then, the two people in Nanling have supported him, and even they are partners, isn't he Ian doing whatever he wants?

"What about the captives?"

This time the attack, Viscount Grant was very tall

Prosper.

No matter how the above responds to him and Ian's letter of invitation, the enemy Ascendant will definitely give credit for this.

Anyway, it's all for nothing, and he can't lose.

However, the viscount also knew that these were essentially Ian's trophies, and his own share was a gift from Ian, but how to dispose of it still depends on Ian's thoughts.

"Let's be locked up in Port Harrison first, and then talk about anything else when we have time to interrogate and squeeze out more value."

Ian looked at his feet, it was the basement where the prisoners were held, and the three cadre-level members of the Dragon Worship Sect were forcibly fed alchemy potions at this moment, sealing the five senses and paralyzing there.

If it was an alchemy potion refined by a local alchemist in Nanling, with the resistance of these dragon blood holders, they might find an opportunity to resist or even get out at any time.

But when they met Ian, a master alchemist with countless human experiments and extremely experienced, their luck could not become a reality.

"Then I'll take them back to Port Harrison first."

Nodding slightly, it was impossible for Viscount Grant to follow Ian's convoy slowly, and Ian said easily, "See you later, Viscount."

"When we get back to the port, we'll confirm the next cooperation."

"I'm looking forward to it. Everybody's looking forward to it."

Viscount Grant left.

At this moment, Qingchao also happened to return, and he watched the back of the Viscount driving Zhenglan and flying back to Port Harrison at high speed with an iron cage containing three Bailong Sect cadres, and couldn't help but sigh: "The Viscount's strength has become stronger again, and his control over essentia can be called arbitrary...... The sea of clouds and tsunami just now, I thought it would affect me, but I didn't think that the tide would leave around me."

"City-level wide-area attacks, all controllable, even with aether armament...... I'm still far from it."

Qing Chao, who is also a water system sublimator, has a deep understanding of Viscount Grant's strength, and Ian patted the other party's shoulder, and said indifferently: "What are you worried about, Viscount Grant's bloodline is the fourth level of the abyss lizard whale, and the top of your tide messenger has a fifth energy level."

"It's true that you're not as strong as him, but you have a lot of potential!"

"Thank you, Boss, for your encouragement."

Qing Chao shrugged his shoulders, he stopped thinking about this, and turned to another question, "However, is it really up to the Viscount to take those Dragon Cult assassins away?" Boss, you're not guessing, they must have someone around Port Harrison...... If they knew that their assassination team had failed and that all the important members had been captured, they would definitely try to rescue them......

Ian tilted his head and glanced at Qingchao.

Without saying a word, Qingchao suddenly realized, "Viscount Grant also knows? You deliberately brought the remaining men into appearing, which is why you divided your forces like this?!"

Ian nodded. Of course, this kind of simple thing doesn't need him to have a *** stream with Viscount Grant, it's just a waste of time, it's better to greet two nonsense words and pull feelings.

And Qingchao can think of this, although it is a little slower, but it also makes him quite satisfied.

"Let's go, get ready to go."

With that, Ian walked out the door.

He raised his head and looked outside at the sky that had been clear because of Viscount Grant's previous attack: "It's a good sign that someone will give credit for nothing as soon as you come back."

Staring at the sun overhead, the boy smiled, "I can't wait to go back to my hometown."

So the team set off in the spring light and warm breeze.

The wind picked up along the coast, and it was morning three days later.

A warm spring breeze weaves through the tree-lined road, along with a convoy full of goods and equipment.

The soles of the camel's feet trampled on the small puddles on the road, shaking in patches of water, and as the bell at its neck kept ringing, the breeze blew away the white mist that permeated the lake and forest, making the end of the forest road clear, and the familiar Far South port could be faintly seen.

Port Harrison was already in sight, and the pace of the convoy was even faster

As they approached the port gate along the official road, they could see a large group of gray-haired people waiting at the gate.

That's the White People in Port Harrison...... They were waiting with great anticipation, for the head of the family who would lead the family's revival.

Of course, it's not just the White People - the people Ian has helped are all gathered here.

Seeing this scene, the lord of the young lord rode his mount and slowly came to the front.

Ian smiled, and he raised his hand in the air as he gestured to the people who greeted him.

Then, at the otherwise peaceful city gate, bursts of cheers rang out.

"Ian! Ian!"

"Our pride is back!"

"Master, we love you!"

- I'm back, beginning.

At the gates of the city, people raised their hands in the same way, cheering and letting their voices resound in all directions.

In the midst of this kind welcome, Ian turned over and left his mount, stomping on the avenue home.

He saw that in the depths of the crowd, Elder Pudder and Elan, who were also cheering, were waving and smiling to welcome their return.

A rare, warm feeling appeared in the boy's heart.

In a trance, he seemed to see some visions of the past...... A tall figure is here to welcome him back.

"Teacher's ......"

In a trance for a moment, he shook his head and brought himself to his senses.

Ian led the convoy on foot towards the city, reassured, "Anyway, I've done my first step.

"Since Port Harrison, I've become a lord of a place, I've got my own roots—I've got my own supporters, my own followers and investors, I've got a base and a base, and I've got a direction for the future."

"And now, I'm back to the beginning. Not to be nostalgic for the past, but to take the second step again."

"In order to extend trade routes to other countries, Port Harrison's trading fleet is necessary."

"Not to mention, the base in the depths of the South China Sea......

Gazing at the gates of Port Harrison, and looking around at the cheering white people on both sides.

Ian's gaze did not stop, and his cyan eyes looked into the distance, as well as the Viscount's Mansion here, and the Great Labyrinth of the South China Sea beyond.

That's what he's really aiming for.

Meanwhile.

The Great Labyrinth of the South China Sea, the Crystal Lake.

"Oh?"

The huge steel shark seemed to sense something, and it turned its head to look in the direction of Harrison Harbor, and couldn't help but perk up: "Oh! (The Boss is back!) ）」

Aware of this, the shark shark became excited, and after swimming rapidly around the crystal lake several times, it took off in the air and came to the place where the dragon egg in the center of the crystal island was: "Oh! (Don't stay here forever, Boss is coming back!) ）」

The Crystallized Dragon Egg did not respond.

It just shook slightly.

It's also waiting.

Wait for the presence that will guide it to its true future.

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