Trap

The night wind blew, the grass and trees rustled, and the short figure walked into Ian's house with ease. He had walked there many times, so there would be no sound.

But soon, the figure's nose moved slightly, and he became alert, raised his hand, and signaled the other black shadows behind him to stop and not move forward.

He smelled blood.

Unlike animal blood, the smell of human blood is special. The shaman of the Son of the Forest is familiar with this pure smell. Although there are too many acquired impurities in this blood, it is much cleaner than all beasts.

Whose blood could it be? Did Osenna finally kill his older nephew?

The figure did not hear the voices of Osenna and others. His keen hearing told him that there was only a young child in the room who was breathing slowly in his dream. It was the scheduled sacrifice, the child named Elan.

"Osenna..."

The figure was a little dissatisfied. The whispering accent was strange and weird, with the awkwardness of the wild forest, but it was undoubtedly the imperial language.

It was clearly agreed that both nephews would be handed over to them. The holy sacrifice requires the blood and internal organs of the purest and most ignorant of the world, as well as the flesh and brain of the strongest and most resolute. The spirit of the mountain tide only accepts these two types of sacrifices.

Osenna is indeed untrustworthy.

——Forget it.

Standing in place, the figure thought for only a moment, and finally shook his head slightly.

As long as the youngest one is not killed, there will be no problem. Children aged eight or nine are not uncommon. Even if Harrison Port is heavily guarded, they can go to several nearby fishing villages and towns to abduct a few.

Osenna is not in the house now. He is probably going to deal with the body of his nephew...

"What a pity. Even if it is not fresh enough, the child's internal organs can be a good sacrifice. The meat is wasted."

With regret, the figure was hungry.

The only people who can unlock the power of the root of flesh and blood are those who often eat flesh and blood.

Only with sufficient nutrition can the root power flow out from the blood and flesh source deep in the body, just as only when the spring water is abundant can it flow out from the spring.

But the tribe is short of resources and there are few meat eaters. People like him who have just embarked on the path of shamanism cannot guarantee that they will be full every day.

And human blood is supreme. The great shaman often said that eating the blood and flesh of the brave can gain the power of the brave.

Although the blood of children has no power, it is pure.

"It's a pity that it has been wasted."

He shook his head slightly.

Since Osenna is not here, he will take the young child away. Anyway, the mushroom addict only wants black mushrooms, and the tribe will need him as an intermediary in the future to continue to obtain resources in the port.

Thinking so, the figure walked towards the room where Elan was, with light steps.

-Then, he stepped into the trap set by Ian for Osenna.

The coastal areas have been experiencing heavy rains for years, and the homes of the immigrants are basically not solid. The floors are just a layer of stones and wooden boards as a buffer. Only the newly built houses in recent years use whole stone foundations and rock brick walls.

Osenna's house is naturally not a new house. The soil under the foundation has long collapsed and sunk, and the wooden boards are also suspended in the air. There is a puddle full of mud and water below. Ian made a slight modification, so that the wooden board would break when stepped on. There were wooden sticks underneath, and a fish knife was inserted vertically into the soil as a trap to stab the soles of the feet.

Who knew that Osenna didn't need this trap at all, and was directly settled by the sleeping powder, without experiencing the design that Ian carefully prepared for him, which was a bargain for the figure.

"Ah--Ugh!!!"

For a moment, the figure's foot was pierced by the knife, and he almost cried out in pain, but he was also a shaman among the redwood natives after all, with a strong spirit, so he naturally held back his screams in an instant.

This is Harrison Harbor. Just because he could sneak in doesn't mean he can go back safely after attracting attention.

Besides, the fish cutter was covered with rust and dirt, and the puddle was full of dirty muddy water. If the wound was not treated immediately, it would be inconvenient to move, and it would be easy to be cursed by the rust spirit and die from convulsions and struggles!

"Be careful! House, trap!"

He immediately instructed the three hunters behind him to stop their actions. They were nervous and had already taken out their weapons to look around and be alert, ready to respond to the attack. The young shaman didn't have time to think about why there was a trap. He immediately squatted down and pulled out the knife under his feet to treat the wound.

-No, why is there a trap? Was it set by Osenna? Who can it be used against? Against them?

It's impossible. How could that mushroom-sucking waste deal with their only black mushroom powder channel... Could it be to be on guard against thieves?

But even so, it was too far-fetched... Where did the thief come from in such a shabby house...

It must be said that this house made the native shaman very uneasy, and things seemed to be out of control.

At this moment, Ian was walking to the vicinity of his home with his new teacher Hilliard.

It must be said that Ian was very satisfied at the moment, but he was still calm on the surface.

"The effect of this psychic power is indeed clear and definite, and the effect of gold is beyond my imagination."

Just going to the lakeside to bury a body and take a bath, he could actually pick up a teacher who looked mysterious and had a great secret!

Although Hilliard didn't say anything, Ian could guess that a man with a vicissitudes of life, dusty, and wanted by the empire for more than ten years without being caught, no matter how he thought about it, must have some real skills in his hands, and there is a story behind him.

Not only that, he has a noble character, and he is very principled even when facing himself who looks like a child.

When returning to Harrison Port with Hilliard, Ian noticed that the other party's walking posture had undisguised military characteristics. Although they were completely different, Hilliard was very similar to the Star Wars warriors Ian had seen in his previous life in terms of temperament.

He now seemed to be just an ordinary person, and he admitted that he had been seriously injured and was not as strong as before, but he was definitely a powerful knight in the past.

Just now, Hilliard explained to Ian why he wanted to stay in Harrison Port... Ian already knew that an abnormality was about to occur around the South China Sea, and Hilliard came to solve the abnormality.

It's funny to say that a wanted criminal in the open would actually care about the people of the empire? It's really a bit touching.

-Why would such a noble knight, who must have certain strength, fall to the point where he is wanted nationwide and wandering around?

Good question!

But to be honest, Ian doesn't care at all.

Just as he said to Hilliard at the lakeside - he really needs a new uncle, and the other party really needs a new identity. The young child needs an adult to rely on, even if the other party cannot show up at all, and the other party also needs the child as a disguise for his identity.

Win-win.