--I'm a dog.

The old man walked on the somewhat mottled stone avenue, and the Marquis of Batun, who wore a hat to hide his identity, walked in his own city, he looked around the clean and tidy streets, and walked leisurely pedestrians, and involuntarily popped out of his heart.

- An old dog who patrols his territory and comes out for a walk from time to time.

Lowering his eyes, the Marquis of Batun heard the melodious sound of the organ not far away, and on the street by the sea, a bard had set up a table, hung up a sign, and was now engrossed in playing.

This is a fairly capable bard, the Marquis of Batun has often hidden his identity for so many years to patrol the cities of Southridge, but only a few bards can play different tunes with different instruments every day like this one.

The platform was a little rusty, and the passers-by stopped to watch, and the old marquis also stopped to listen to the other party's performance for a while, and then left silently.

Dog is not a pejorative adjective.

In Terra's culture, the dog is a symbol of loyalty, responsibility, friendliness, composure and intimacy.

The vicious dogs of Dulimpo, the fanged knights of the East, the watchdogs of the Keepers...... Barton Henriel was praised for his loyalty and acuity, and no anomaly could escape his sense of smell.

He always has the most accurate ability to catch all the spies who sneak into the Southridge, and he can always tell who is not 'loyal' at the first time.

Yes, he could tell.

It can be seen that the handsome white-haired boy has nothing to do with loyalty.

The descendants of the exiled Chehalorvo family, the knights of Port Harrison in exile, have not received an education related to the empire since he was a child, and it is really blind to say that he is loyal to the empire.

But he pushed the young man up anyway. Push it up with your own strength.

Because he could see that the boy had extraordinary abilities. The old dog smelled it.

The taste of "fame".

The damp summer sea breeze swept through the streets, and an old dog lying in front of the house shook his head and stared at the street entrance with hazy eyes.

It is old, the responsibilities that should be fulfilled have been fulfilled, the merits that should have been made, the owner likes it very much, and specially made a special kennel for it, comfortable and warm, enough for it to enjoy its old age.

It has some food, and its ability is still there, and if there are bandits, it will definitely be able to bark like it did when it was young, alerting its master and protecting its own house.

But it's dying. Or rather, it sees its own end and smells danger. The old dog was a little scared.

Afraid of death?

Of course not, how could it not nest in its own kennel if it was afraid of death, but continued to lie on the door of the house?

What it fears is that 'the late season is not guaranteed'.

Now, the environment is getting worse and worse, some time ago, an outsider wanted to invade the house, and the momentum was raging, but fortunately, it was ready to introduce the thief into the house and take it down in one fell swoop - one but this is only one time, he is already old, and it is impossible to play with all his strength several times.

It's going to fail.

Now it's better to say, in a few years, if there are still outsiders who want to invade the house, will it still be able to move? Can you still knock people down? Can you still scream and protect your family?

The old dog didn't have any other superfluous ideas. It has always been loyal, courageous, calm and reliable. It just wants to have a good old age where it can keep its name.....

A strong enough, smart enough successor.

As for loyalty, it is none of his business, it is loyal to the sovereign, and no one else has nothing to do with it. "What will become of my name when I die?"

Staring at the old dog in front of him, thinking like this, the Marquis of Batun couldn't help but smile dumbly: "Henryl's Bai Yan, or the mediocre governor of Nanling?"

"If it weren't for Ian, I'm afraid that's what I'd do. He was a governor on the frontiers of the empire, retired and died, he had no fame, everything was forgotten, but in general, he enjoyed his old age in peace."

"But.....

.」

He still wanted a better name to be engraved on his tombstone. Soon, the Marquis came to the seaside.

He stood on the sand, looking up at the sky above the blue sea.

There, in the distance, in the distance, an airship was slowly flying in—Canaan Moore and the Empire had opened airship lanes, a sign that exchanges between the two countries would become more frequent in the future.

But now, its arrival, represents only one thing.

The young man he chose was a storyteller from the people of Nanling Mountain who secretly supported him, a knight on patrol, and a messenger of the dragon god..... The lord of the Xiahui Lord, the Earl of Silver Peak, the prophet of the South Ridge is about to return.

- Does he understand what I mean by doing this? He is so young, can he really understand why I support him, and why I would let my son take a step back and let him take the top?

- Can this clever little fox, the eagle soaring in the sky, understand the deep meaning of my old dog?

- Can this ambitious Bai Zhimin really understand the future he is facing? The Marquis of Batun did not know.

He can't see through Ian, just as he can't see through his own majesty.

The only people that the old dog can see through are those who have a clear purpose and a clear interest - if the enemy wants to invade, he can smell the hostility; If there is corruption inside, he will be able to smell greed.

However, his own majesty, the prince and the princess, and this prophet...... It's all too complex to be overstated.

All of them are monsters whose thoughts and thoughts are far from those of ordinary humans.

They are all strong people who have surpassed the 'human limit' and reached the 'fourth energy level', and a 'genius' who is destined to advance to the fourth energy level in the future.

The Marquis of Batun did not know the answer. So he waited. Wait for the arrival of the Prophet.

Time passed, the sun slowly set, and the airship slowly landed under the light of the setting sun.

Not far from the square in the center of the city, people are already waiting. The Nauman City Hall had arranged for wine and fruit, as well as freely available bread and cheap meat, and it was a celebration of the Prophet's return.

One by one, the officials of the Gnostic House and the Imperial Hall of Nobles stepped out of the empty boats, and one after another stood respectfully on either side, forming a path. The knights were silent, spear in hand, and behind them, a slender young man with a smile on his face stepped out of the airship.

His pupils were warm and blue, his long hair was pure white and bright, hanging from his waist, and the white robe on his body was tattooed with the family crest of Yinfeng, a layer of ice blue ripples that were difficult for ordinary people to see, but the Marquis of Batun could see enveloped his whole body, faintly condensing a hazy star behind him.

He already has a heart light body, and the breath of the goblin is even stronger.... Yes, he is indeed more like a goblin than a human, how could Falling Star City let such a genius go?

Fortunately, it is a goblin, the empire can accept it, if it is Dragon Island, even if there is an ancient contract, the imperial capital will be angry.

The Prophet smiled and looked around at all those who greeted him, the knights and officials who bowed down to him and stood at his sides—even the nobles.

Most of the nobles of the South Ridge were barons, with only a few viscounts, at the junction of the South Sea, the Southeast Sea, and the Western Mountains, who were the heads of the penal colonies. There is no earl in Nanling, only a marquis governor, which is proof that Nanling has not been fully developed and is not a 'royal land'.

And now, the first earl of Southridge was born. Right in front of their eyes.

Therefore, even those sublimated nobles who are also emperors of the soil in their own territory have not bothered to come to Nauman City to welcome the return of this earl, who represents a new signal and a new era.... Welcome the prophet who will guide them in their path.

The Marquis of Batun is old, and everyone actually knows who the world of Nanling will be in the future.

The Marquis of Barton stood at the end of the carpet of the airship passage, while the white-haired Earl stepped down the airship steps and stepped on the carpet.

The young man looked up and saw the old man. --Will he respect me? --Can he understand me?

- He knows this welcome

Significance?

- Can he understand what I, Batun Henriel, have meant by summoning all the nobles and officials who can be summoned by the whole South Ridge to meet him here?

All thoughts are like dandelions in the wind, spinning and drifting away. Because the surprised voices of young people shatter all myths. "Lord Marquis!"

The prophet, who should have been solemn and calm, and had put on the posture of the great nobles of Nanling, opened his arms happily after seeing his old superior, stepped forward with a happy face, and walked forward quickly: "You have actually come to greet me, this really makes me happy and ashamed."

"I wanted to take the initiative to visit you, but you really didn't need to come to pick me up!"

He is so sincere, so heartfelt, so sincere - if it weren't for the fact that Batun could see that this was too sincere, so there were some fake acting skills, he would probably have been moved by it.

No.

Even when he saw it, he was very moved. "Ugh."

Taking a step forward, the Marquis of Batun reached out and hugged the young white people who were walking quickly, and patted the other party on the back vigorously. The old man whispered in the other person's ear, "You are still so smart, so sensible, and so thoughtful."

"I know you're acting, but you actually have bad intentions, but I still like you from the bottom of my heart." "Praise, sir."

In this regard, the sincere voice of the young man sounded: "I admire you for being so sensible, so cautious and cautious yet daring to make a choice."

"Only a smart person like you is worthy of my heartfelt respect." Both sides let go of their hands and untied their hugs.

Ian Yinfeng didn't seem to care about his status as an earl at all, a prophet who was enough to be on an equal footing with any of the great nobles of the Empire, and he bowed deeply to the Marquis of Batun and saluted the elders of a junior: "If it weren't for the love and support of the Marquis, there would be no achievements in Xia."

--He bowed his head. --He still respects me.

- He understood exactly what I meant, understood what I was thinking. So, in his heart, the Marquis of Batun also lowered his head.

So the smarter and more cunning a person is, the more respectful they are for others.

This may be the original meaning of respect - both sides bow their heads to each other, understand each other, and achieve each other.

Therefore, we can cooperate and climb to higher heights.

- My king, do you still respect me? That's why I made Ian an earl, so that I wouldn't lose all my work and lose my old days?

Perhaps. The Marquis of Batun no longer thought about these things.

"It's all a result of your own hard work and talent. Come, Lord Silverpeak, everyone is waiting for you."

Patting Ian on the shoulder, the Marquis of Barton motioned for everyone else to follow, then turned around and walked side by side with Ian to the town hall: "The people in the square are still celebrating, and you have a speech later, which is something that has been said a long time ago."

"Are you ready?" "Of course."

The young earl smiled at the Marquis of Batun's inquiry, and he seemed to be a little impatient and said, "I have already made all the preparations."

"It's just that, Lord Marquis, I still need you to help me prepare something." "What's the matter?" The Marquis of Batun said, "You say, others will do it."

"That's right, Lord Marquis, I need a large number of raw materials for the 'Clarity Elixir', and a large number of raw materials for the Fear Elixir."

The youngest alchemy genius in the empire, and even the alchemy master, uttered a request that made the Marquis of Batun feel a little dazed and confused: "The quality must be good, and there should be no impurities."

"Don't worry, there will be no problem, I'll be of great use." The Marquis of Barton looked at Ian earnestly.

Knowing what the other party meant, he stared at the young man's face seriously and questioned, "Is it necessary?"

"Faces aren't enough."

The Prophet said calmly, "And since it is a lie, it is better to exaggerate it." "Trust me, there are no side effects, I promise."

「...... Young people play with real flowers......"

The Marquis of Batun sighed

Angry, he waved his hand, called a herald, and gave the order.

After instructing, he turned his head and looked at Ian, "The materials will arrive later." You refine it yourself, don't make a mistake."

"Hmm. Prepare some more atomizers for me, and I'll use essentia to control them myself."

With all the prerequisites ready, Ian arrived at the Alchemy Room of Naumann City.

And here, waiting for the arrival of the "Speech Potion Materials", he did not think about how to talk about the next "draft" or "potions" and how to use them.

In front of his forehead, a crown of stars lit up.

The crosses intersect to form the shape of a crown, and these cyan gems are dull in color and have no light shining in them..... However, at the very front of this crown, the cores of two stars shimmered slightly, and from time to time they shone brightly, illuminating the scarlet and blazing cores.

And now, the third gem that was biased to the left, the side of the Scarlet Worm's Path, lit up with an extremely brilliant golden light.

This brilliance erupted like a star...... No, it's just the explosion of the stars. 【Guide Star】

【Extinguishing the Star Path】

「.... I really didn't expect that before I even started to speak, the people of Nanling were already guided by me?"

Sitting on the chair in the alchemy laboratory, Ian's eyes widened slightly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling: "It seems that this is the result of the Marquis of Batun sincerely seeing me as a 'successor'..... Yes, I'm already an earl, the second largest nobleman in Southridge."

"And the Marquis of Batun, the largest noble governor, will no longer govern and interfere with me, so with my ability, isn't it a matter of rebellion to guide the entire South Ridge?"

Smiling softly, Ian's eyes also lit up with a cyan light: "It's okay, the Guiding Star has become stronger, and it can also allow me to see more truths and gain more technology."

This is the first time that he has activated his Psychic Body Guidance Star with all his strength after knowing his true nature and transforming into a goblin."

And at the moment of activation, the young man's expression changed slightly: "Oh? There's already a feedback? "It's ..... The battle report of the swarm path? Did he listen to me?"

In the Guide Star, inside the scarlet gem, there is a faint transmission of information from parallel time and space.

It was the hiss of the swarm, and it was also the "likes" and "praises" with gratitude, as well as the "rewards".

Obviously, he was obviously very satisfied with Ian's previous advice and skills, and Ian, the swarm of the parallel plane, was now estimated to have overcome a difficult hurdle, so he began to 'give back' to the prophet Ian 'reward'."

The true ability of the Guiding Star, at this moment, is officially in operation!

Cloudy and hidden

6 words of the writer

Recently, the routine has resumed! But the body and update time are not fully restored, so take a day off tomorrow, adjust it, think about the next new plot, and then resume updating at 8 o'clock in the morning! The amount of updates will come back slowly, you can trust me!