reborn

"Real smart people won't trade with you."

After the shaman finished speaking, Ian, who felt that time was almost up, shook his head and clenched the pitchfork in his hand: "Only fools would be slaves controlled by you."

"Stupid."

The shaman was not angry about this. He shook his head and thought that Ian might not be so smart: "Your uncle sold you to me a long time ago. You are my slaves and my property for thirty thalers."

In response, Ian, who sensed a slight sound behind him and knew that Hilliard had begun to act, briefly commented: "Idiot."

The shaman snorted. No matter how bad his imperial language was, he could understand the curse words, but before the shaman could speak, he called his guards to come and catch the boy.

He smelled a strange smell, sniffed instinctively, and his face suddenly changed.

"Blood?!"

The shaman looked around and said with fear: "Where did the blood come from?"

Just as the shaman was in doubt, Ian picked up the pitchfork and poked the brazier not far away.

The charcoal covered under the ashes came into contact with the air, and immediately emitted red flames, and sparks flew.

Boom, the long table soaked in algae oil, along with the flammable linen and clothes piled on the side, were immediately ignited. The blazing flames instantly illuminated the hall and illuminated the shaman's astonished face and Ian's expressionless face.

-The wood in the old house was dry, and he deliberately spread all the algae oil in the house in key places.

This was what Ian originally planned to use to burn Osenna to death in desperate situations, but his uncle was too useless and didn't use it at all.

Now, it's a bargain for the native shaman in front of him.

The dry rotten firewood and grass fluff that had been prepared long ago baked the old house to a blazing heat. The horrible heat wave and bright light instantly dazzled the shaman's eyes.

The Redwood people are good at moving at night, and they can see things clearly even in the dark night without moonlight, but in contrast, they cannot stand the bright sunlight and the overly strong flames.

"Madman, you must leave quickly!"

With only this thought in his mind, his eyes were dazzled and he could not see the front clearly. The shaman clenched the cane in his hand and waved it forward randomly to drive away possible attacks.

-Who would have thought that someone had already prepared to burn his house?

In this situation, no matter what the final result of Ian is, the burning Ian's house will attract the attention of the surrounding residents. If they don't leave now, they really can't leave!

The shaman couldn't see the situation in the room clearly, and Ian shouldn't have been able to see it either, but he didn't need to see it. The boy closed his eyes at the moment, but he didn't need to care about the thin eyelids after opening his psychic power. He could see the direction of the thick white fog directly through the flames.

Without any hesitation, Ian took a step forward and used the force technique that Hilliard had taught him to dig a pit. He exerted force on his waist and thrust his hands forward to stab the pitchfork in his hand.

Bang! A dull collision sounded. Even though the shaman was dazzled by the flames for a while, he was not unable to block the straight stab. The cane was stuck in the fork of the pitchfork to block the attack.

But he still couldn't help being surprised: "How could it be? This is not the power of an ordinary child!"

Without time to think carefully, the shaman wanted to step back to relieve the force, but his right foot hurt immediately - the injury from stepping on Ian's trap before made him lose his balance, and the cane that had been firmly holding the pitchfork slid away and fell to the side, but also took the pitchfork away.

"Do you want to fight?"

At this moment, although the shaman was alert, he was not really panicked. After all, he was still an adult. How could he not beat an eight-year-old child? Without weapons, it was not a surprise attack. With preparation...

Pah.

A bag of sleeping powder hit the shaman's face.

The elegant fragrance permeated in the high temperature of the flame, becoming mellow and long.

To be honest, lime sprinkled on the face is indeed invincible in the world. If the lime is poisonous, it is even more unparalleled.

After that, the shaman did want to continue resisting. After the shaman ritual training, his resistance to the sleeping powder was definitely not comparable to that of the White People civilians like Osenna, but he was originally disabled, not to mention that Ian seemed to be completely unaffected by the fire, and it did not affect any of his actions at all.

After throwing the sleeping powder, Ian flew over and knocked the shaman to the ground.

He stretched out his hand and tightly strangled the other's neck.

"Well... How... Is it possible?!"

The sleeping powder, high temperature and lack of oxygen made the young shaman's eyes bulge and his face flushed.

In the blazing fire, he could only see Ian's eyes that finally opened and flashed with a light blue halo.

The luster like light water mist surged and swayed around the boy's pupils.

-Is it, psychic power? !

Consciousness gradually faded, and he struggled frantically, using all his strength to hit, grab, and shake Ian's arms. However, no matter how hard he swung, Ian always endured silently, but the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger as a response to all the pain.

"It's just a sacrifice whose life has been bought long ago..."

Before completely losing consciousness, the Feather Ring Shaman roared out the last sentence with hatred, jealousy and fear, as if spitting out all the air in his lungs.

Soon.

Like his partner Osenna, this unfortunate shaman fell into an eternal sleep from which he could never wake up again.

"Huh..."

And Ian let go of his hand, the flames were about to burn to his feet, the hot flames were licking the corners of his clothes, sparks flew, and burned more holes in the trouser legs that already had many holes.

Ian stared at the third person he had killed today. He let out a tired breath, shook his head, and said to himself calmly: "You are just a sacrifice to the tribe and the totem."

"It's so pathetic and ridiculous that the sacrifice wants to sacrifice the sacrifice."

Then, he turned sideways and picked up Elan, whose mist suddenly turned white and was no longer bright red.

Ian strode towards the corridor of the door where the fire had not yet spread. He opened the door and saw Hilliard standing at the door waiting.

The old knight nodded with a smile, as if praising his student's performance.

And Ian also smiled back and looked back in the sound of the burning flames.

Under the starless night sky, the red light seemed to be a spark on this dim continent.

He stared at the blazing fire behind him, and subconsciously hugged Elan, who was still sleeping in his arms. The boy could hear the exclamations of the neighbors around him at this moment.

He turned sideways and looked in the direction of Hilliard.

The other person's face and hair color have changed into Osenna's.

Ian also laughed.

"It's over."

He said, "It's also a new beginning."

--Everything old was burned to ashes.

So, the boy walked towards Hilliard, the street covered by moonlight.

--It's time to move towards a new life.