Knight

In the scorching July, on a hot summer night, a crescent moon hangs high in the sky, but there are not many stars in it.

The originally brilliant Milky Way is now missing most of it, as if the vast sea of ​​stars is covered by a layer of dark fog.

But the hot wind came quickly from the desert of Feiyan Land, lighting up this dark night with few stars.

Because there is no starlight, the moonlight is brighter than ever, just like another sun.

Under the moonlight, the man surrounded by golden light mist is tall, with long gray hair, about forty or fifty years old, or even a little older.

He has thin cheeks, deep eye sockets, and an old face with fatigue. It seems that he has been wandering for too long, so he has been soaked by wind and frost.

But even so, when he stands, he is as indestructible as an iron tower.

Ian saw that the other party just gently stretched out a hand and pressed it on the head of the still struggling native hunter. With a twist, the hunter who was still screaming and howling suddenly became silent.

The man who easily ended a life turned his head and looked at Osenna's body, then turned his head and looked at the white-haired boy.

He was observing.

At the same time, Ian was also observing the other party's clothes.

The man had a half-sword hanging on his waist. The blade was more than one meter long and uncut. It was more like a ruler than a sword. There were traces of deliberate wear on the hilt, which seemed to be the family inscription of the nobles.

He was wearing a navy blue cloak, wrapped tightly from head to toe. It was obviously used for night travel, not a wandering knight or a forest hunter.

The two people who observed each other looked at each other.

"Ahem..."

-Is this the true form of the golden mist?

With a light cough, Ian saw the golden mist and realized that 'Is this my adventure? 's joy subsided, and he was surprised in his heart: "I didn't expect it to be a living person..."

"But this might be better."

He calmed down and tightened the pitchfork in his hand. This series of actions was regarded by the knight as a surprise to see him suddenly.

"Be at ease, child."

So the man put his hands behind his back and took a step back, indicating that he had no ill intentions.

At this moment, for the first time, he was not following behind the other party, but was face to face with Ian, carefully looking at this boy who repeatedly brought him surprises.

Unexpectedly amazing.

It's not about other aspects. This time the unexpectedness is very simple-the child in front of him is too good-looking.

"... There is such a beautiful child? It's just like the legendary lake fairy."

Slightly amazed, in the eyes of the old knight, Ian has a beautiful face. Although he is still a child, he can already see the future uprightness. It is very different from the aristocratic children in the imperial capital with baby fat faces and bodies. However, the southern immigrant area is originally short of resources, and the children living here are indeed thinner.

Of course, whether from the skin color, conversation, or actions, Ian does not look like the child of an ordinary fisherman or farmer.

Thinking carefully, the White People of Harrison Port seem to have some impression. Is it the one that was exiled decades ago...

Putting back his thoughts, the man retracted his gaze. This clean and simple-dressed child looked at him. Except for the initial surprise and nervousness, he was calm most of the time, reacted very methodically, and never put down his weapon or relaxed his guard.

Not only that.

The old knight could also notice that this somewhat unusual boy of the White People did not even breathe in disorder.

While he was looking at the other person, the boy also stared at him, scanning up and down. Whether it was the holes in his clothes and the old bloodstains that could not be washed off, or the scars on his face and back of his hands, he was observing and analyzing them carefully.

If I have to say, it was like the grand scholars of the Alchemist Society, when they considered the price of their experimental materials, the kind of mercenary yet out-of-this-world eyes and expressions.

——Very good.

The old knight couldn't help but laugh.

——He has a quick and clear mind, is logical and well-planned, and based on the decisiveness and calmness of the indigenous hunters' sneaking and counterattack just now, all his qualities are top-notch.

So, the man nodded and said, "Well done, whether it is the counterattack against the abuser from the beginning, or the choice of the area for handling the corpses, the response to the attacks of the forest leopards and the indigenous people is impeccable."

He praised, "It's really well done."

"He knew it from the beginning?"

Ian was shocked and recalled the golden flash he had vaguely seen when he opened the window to observe the street.

He couldn't help but understand, "So that's it, that's it... Did he start observing from then on?"

But if so, why didn't he see the golden light when he chose the West River Bank and the official road before?

"It should be that there are 'dangers' in those two directions that I don't know about, which are enough to delay this kind old man and make him unable to take care of me - or in other words, the danger over there is not so dangerous that I am almost certain to die because he has helped me to block some of the disaster."

Ian didn't think about it in detail. These are all details. The most important thing is the color flashing on the body of this old knight.

Gold, this level of opportunity must be seized, and the other party is kind to him and helps him.

He should thank the other party for this alone.

So, when the two looked at each other and there was a subtle silence, Ian took the initiative to say: "Thank you for your compliment."

"Sir, you can call me Ian."

The boy, who was no more than eight or nine years old, nodded slightly. His voice was childish and clear, and he seemed very serious: "Thank you for your help before. What is your name?"

"Name?"

The old knight raised his eyebrows, and he didn't react at first that the other party was asking for his name.

Is it the time to ask this now? He shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "This is not the time to ask for names, don't you know?"

"Of course I know." And Ian also smiled: "But without your help, I'm afraid I would be injured."

"How can I explain to the doctor that my right arm was cut by the knife of the indigenous hunter? It's so hot in July, my wound is likely to become inflamed and festered. In such weather and medical environment, can I survive? This is unknown."

"I want to thank you, so I need your name."

"You are not an ordinary child."

Narrowing his eyes, the old knight said firmly: "Your psychic power should be mind reading, or sensing emotions, and foreseeing danger-you knew from the beginning that I had no ill intentions, so you were so bold. No wonder you can find that indigenous hunter with good hiding skills."

"But don't trust your psychic power too much."

At this moment, the man smiled, but soon, his expression became indifferent and cold. The old knight took a step forward, as if he was about to reach out and grab Ian's neck: "I had no ill intentions before, but it doesn't mean I don't have any now."