Invite

For a moment, the malice that was almost materialized came over.

At the moment when the man reached out his hand, Ian seemed to see a mountain trembling, and the huge rock hand pressed down from the air. It was simply unavoidable and unstoppable. He couldn't help but hold his breath, and his eyes were dark.

Although not everyone in this world is born with the ability to manifest spiritual power, everyone can hone their inner will and spirit through hard work, and use the imagination of "illusory form" to stimulate potential, burst out with power and oppression that ordinary people can hardly imagine, and even spiritual energy of life.

At this moment, the man used the sublimation technique called "virtual form", imitating the pressure of the Titan in mythology and legends.

He believed that an eight or nine-year-old child would never hide any secrets in front of him.

But from beginning to end, Ian did not retreat at all.

He did not move. Although it can be seen that he was indeed caught off guard by surprise, it was more of a calmness, a calmness that once a choice is made, there will be no regrets.

So this palm was not really slapped, but turned into a heavy wave.

Waving his hand vigorously in the air, the old knight pretended to be fierce and said: "I am a wanted criminal of the empire, why don't you leave quickly? Otherwise I will kill you!"

When he said this, he was half joking and half serious.

He really couldn't tell anyone his name. If the empire found out, it would not only be trouble for him, but also the child in front of him.

This child is calm, rational, and courageous. In the future, he may also be the empire... He is a pillar of mankind and cannot be involved in those ugly conspiracies.

Children should not be involved in these dirty and filthy conspiracies.

"But what's the use of this?" Thinking of this, the old knight suddenly felt sad.

No matter what he thinks, what they think, this world is full of ugliness. Sons will betray their fathers, ministers will betray their monarchs, and followers will betray their dreams.

So they will fail.

I will also be displaced and wanted for many years until now.

"Thank you for your mercy, sir."

But Ian's words interrupted the man's self-absorption.

After coming back to his senses from the threat just now, Ian took a deep breath and responded calmly: "You said I'm not an ordinary child, which is indeed true, but I say you're not an ordinary person either - you wouldn't do this."

At this moment, in Ian's eyes, the golden light released from the gray-haired man was gentle and blazing, without any malice, but with a little regretful sadness.

Ian, who keenly grasped the other party's mentality and knew that the other party was his "opportunity", spoke without hesitation: "Besides, what if he is a wanted criminal? Doesn't this mean that I can help you more?"

"Help?"

Looking up, the man raised his eyebrows and looked at Ian. He said in a deep voice: "You don't even know my name, but you know how to help me?"

"Yes."

To this, Ian nodded seriously: "Repeat again, I am Ian."

The boy put one hand on his chest, bent slightly, and introduced himself with formal etiquette: "White People of Harrison Port."

"My next proposal can not only help you, but also help myself."

As he said this, he stood up, stretched out his hand, and motioned the man to look at his side.

That was Osenna's body.

The body.

The man's expression moved slightly as he vaguely thought of something: "You want to say..."

"Of course."

Holding the pitchfork in his hand, Ian answered calmly.

At this moment, the white-haired boy raised his head and looked at the starry sky above his head. He said lightly: "To be honest, I just killed my scum uncle. He sucked black mushrooms and tried to kill me and sold my brother to the natives as a sacrifice."

"I thought of a way to get rid of him, but this can only solve the crisis in a short time. The various troubles caused by killing him are equally dangerous to me."

Lowering his head, Ian's cyan eyes stared at the old man.

"Sir, I can see that based on your dress and temperament, you are hiding your identity."

He said seriously: "Are you a wanted criminal? It's great. I guess you need a new identity now..."

"And I need a new uncle."

"Although you may feel a little abrupt, sir, in fact, you and I know that this is a good choice for both of us."

-Invite an empire wanted criminal to disguise as the uncle killed by himself?

If it were thirty years ago, the old knight would definitely laugh when hearing such words.

It's not a mockery. Instead, he was impressed and admired Ian's frankness and directness, as well as the tenacity, calmness, and courage to try behind this choice.

He would certainly agree happily, and look forward to the scene of the other party having a good drink with him when he grows up.

But now, the man does not have the freedom and casualness of the past.

The reason why he still returned to Harrison Port, where he had been and left several times, after being wanted and wandering for many years, was because of the "mutation" that was about to occur in the future.

Whether it was the empire or the natives, they did not understand the true nature of this mutation, so they just panicked and applied for reinforcements and started sacrifices.

But the man knew that the sudden storm eight years ago and the commotion of many sea beasts before the storm were the prelude to the real "mutation" in the future, or the aftermath of the initial leak.

Turning his head, the old knight's eyes seemed to penetrate the forest, and he looked at the sea in the south. The man's eyes showed the turquoise water and the dark shadow under the ocean.

The shadow was extremely square, with traces of man-made things, ancient and majestic, like a mountain in the sea.

That was the original purpose of Harrison Port being built here... but everything has passed. Decades have passed, and those who knew the secret have died, and their descendants have completely forgotten all their responsibilities.

"Except me."

The man has his own mission.

He didn't want anyone to find out that he was here, even if he was helping others. This was irresponsible for his own safety and for the safety of those who knew of his existence. The Imperial hounds that followed would bite everyone without explanation until they got a satisfactory answer.

But if it was disguised and lurking...

"...Good idea."

Looking at the smiling Ian, after a long silence, the old knight slowly nodded.

He sighed: "It's indeed a good idea."

Yes.

Disguised as the uncle of this child... Although there are many troublesome points to be solved, compared with the previous life of hiding, always alert to pursuers, and not revealing the slightest identity, this is already a very cost-effective price.

He is certainly a wanted criminal of the empire, and no matter what choice he makes, there is a great risk.

But didn't the child in front of him put himself in danger?

I am also a stranger to Ian. I just want to be wary of him exposing his identity, while he has to worry about whether his life can still be in his hands.

In the final analysis, even if Ian holds a magic weapon and is born with awakened psychic power, he is ultimately a child under ten years old. The source of life has not been activated, and the psychic power has not reached the point of directly affecting reality. How could it be possible to penetrate his skin?

He stood there and let the child chop him with the fusion spirit weapon at will. If he can break his skin, he will live in vain.

"Years of hiding have really made me weak."

Self-examination. Now, he has made up his mind: "In a win-win plan, it is too clear who takes the greater risk - even the child has the courage to ask me, how can I not respond?"

With nothing, what is there to fear?

With such a thought, the corners of his mouth curled up.

The old knight nodded slightly to the boy: "Ian, it represents eternity. A good name, your parents must love you very much."

When saying this, the old knight's expression was calm, and he seemed to be noncommittal about Ian's proposal: "I regard your proposal as a transaction, but I will not give a reply for the time being."

"Don't worry, now, do what you are going to do next."

He said seriously: "Since I just helped you, I will help you next until you return to Harrison Port."