Snoop

"Lord Pude!"

The patrolling guards recognized Elder Pude. They all knew that he was an old friend of Viscount Grant and the local civil affairs adjutant. Although in theory he only assisted the imperial government in managing the White People, he was undoubtedly their superior to ordinary soldiers like them.

--Not to mention their immediate superior, Deputy Captain Red of the guards, who was also a White People.

A soldier with a black beard and a conspicuous red nose and wearing light armor came forward and smiled flatteringly: "Are you here to leave the city? It's evening now, the main gate is closed, I'll take you to the other side..."

"No need, I'm here to show this little guy the world." The old man raised his hand and interrupted the other party's hospitality: "How many 'flies' are there today? I guess there should be quite a few."

He said lightly: "Take us to see."

The soldier glanced at Ian, and he seemed to think of something, so his beard trembled, and he laughed roughly: "Is it the child who survived the natives and fought back? I said why there are so many flies today."

He tactfully did not say much, but led the way for Elder Pude and Ian.

The walls of Harrison Port collapsed a lot due to the continuous thunderstorms and catastrophic winds in the big storm eight years ago. The walls on the north and east sides have not been completely repaired so far, but the west side is repaired first because it is adjacent to the indigenous autonomous region.

But even so, for various reasons, there are still several sections of the city wall that have not been repaired. They only set up wooden fences to enclose a cleared space, and a floating bridge leads to the other side of the river.

This is the private trading point between Harrison Port and the Redwood Natives.

Ian looked around the trading point. In the middle was a bonfire burning with the fragrance of resin, driving away mosquitoes and ants, and all kinds of furs, animal meat and exotic herbs were hung on simple brackets and wooden boards, waiting for the selection of visitors.

Several merchants squatted behind the goods, chatting about sexual topics, laughing from time to time and making some obscene gestures.

The red-nosed soldiers walked into the trading point, and immediately stunned the merchants who were reselling goods on both sides. Several merchants seemed to be about to get up and say hello, but after seeing the serious expression of the soldiers, they sat back obediently and looked at Ian and others with curiosity and nervousness.

-A big man inspecting? This is really rare.

Even if there are rich people in the city who want to buy the local specialties, they usually send servants to buy them...

"Bourne, how many flies are there today?"

Walking straight to a lame merchant, the red-nosed soldier said directly: "Mr. Pude wants to take a look."

"Ah?"

The lame merchant obviously didn't expect that he was the one being inspected by a big shot. He was stunned for a long time before he stood up under the impatient urging of the red-nosed soldier. He nodded and bowed to Elder Pude in some confusion: "Mr., please take a look..."

Behind him was a wheelbarrow covered by a dirty animal skin. Even the resin fragrance of the bonfire at the trading point could not cover the foul smell. Even the red-nosed soldier looked embarrassed and couldn't help but take a step back.

Ian was slightly startled by this.

He had smelled this extremely unpleasant stench before.

That was the smell of his uncle Osenna's body rotting by the lake after he killed him and dissected it.

The lame merchant uncovered the hide and smiled flatteringly to Elder Pude and Ian: "The flies have been here for the past two days..."

He seemed to say something else, but Ian's attention was focused on the 'goods' in the cart.

Corpses.

The cart contained several native corpses with twisted limbs, dark skin, and strange patterns!

"The natives are still in a state of hostility with us. They will send out spies from time to time to investigate the situation in the city, and we will also send out scouts to find out the truth in the forest."

Noticing that Ian's eyes were fixed on the pile of corpses, Elder Pude, who thought the boy was probably shocked, stroked his beard. He stared at the corpses in front of him and said calmly: "The discovered native spies are all here. The natives of other tribes are willing to pay a high price to buy the corpses of the hostile tribes-they are not a monolithic group, and they also have the tradition of eating corpses, and there are many people in the city who are willing to do this kind of corpse recycling business."

"Ian, these are just the ones that were discovered, and most spies will not be discovered."

The old man did not say what would happen if the scouts of Harrison Port were discovered by the natives... because it is well known that the natives never waste food.

At this moment, heavy footsteps came from outside the trading point.

"Old Bourne, there are two new ones here. If you are not eaten by those beasts this time, you will be lucky. You must treat us to a drink when you come back!"

Two soldiers wearing armor and light crossbows hanging on their waists pushed a cart and walked over with loud laughter.

They walked into the trading point and soon noticed the red-nosed soldier and Elder Pude. The two soldiers froze and stopped talking.

"Look."

The white-haired old man turned his head and motioned Ian to look: "Although you may not be able to tell, they are spies from the tribe who want to kidnap you and Elan as sacrifices."

"Actually..."

Muttering to himself, Ian could of course tell.

The tattoos of each indigenous tribe are different. The patterns of the corpses on the cart behind Old Bourne are obviously different, and they come from several different tribes.

And the corpses shot to death by crossbows pushed by the soldiers are extremely similar to the shaman he killed!

"Ian, the city is not safe. The natives will pay with blood, and they will definitely try to kill you - kill everyone who makes them bleed."

The voice of Elder Pude sounded, calm and indifferent: "We are the same. This is a blood feud that has lasted for decades, even hundreds of years."

"After reading it, remember it? Then let's go."

The old man threw a taler and a few bysons, which made the soldiers and the lame old Bourne present grateful. He took Ian, who seemed to be still shocked by the corpse, away from the trading point: "Don't think that the city is safe, let alone run out to buy things... …Danger is everywhere, especially in recent times. "

"Do you know the way back?"

Leaving the guard post and coming to the central avenue, the old man lowered his head, loosened his hand, and gently said to Ian: "Do you want me to send someone to take you home?"

"I know." Ian replied in a low voice: "No, thank you, elder."

The elder nodded: "Then go home, don't go out alone at night in recent times."

"Yeah, okay, elder."

Pud watched Ian agree to his words obediently, and then left hesitantly.

Halfway through the walk, the boy looked back again, and after realizing that the old man was still watching him, he continued to trot nervously and disappeared at the corner of the street.

"He's good at pretending to be good... Brat, he promised that he wouldn't go back alone, but he went home alone without hesitation."

Looking at the direction where Ian disappeared, Elder Pude squinted his eyes and shook his head. He sighed: "This little guy is not afraid of me or the natives at all."

"With such courage and shamelessness, if our clan was still in the imperial capital... Such a good guy could deceive many noble ladies, and how brilliant his future would be."

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said with a dull look: "Well."

"If this is really the case, I, a dwarf-half-blooded white man, I'm afraid I can't become an elder."

He turned around and left the XC area

Elder Pude's sigh was naturally unknown to Ian.

"Huh..."

Walking quickly on the dim streets that had already entered the night, he returned home, closed his eyes, and then took a long breath: "This world is really more interesting than I thought!"

Ian opened his eyes, his eyes were shining, and he was obviously very excited. Where was the timid look when he was with Elder Pude before?

The boy couldn't help muttering to himself at this time: "And sure enough, they also noticed the unreasonableness of Teacher Hilliard killing those natives-if it was the original Osenna, it would be absolutely impossible to kill the shaman and the three hunters."

Ian had thought of this a long time ago.

As long as someone who knows Osenna thinks seriously, he will definitely notice something wrong.

But so what?

What he wanted to hide was not his psychic power...but Hilliard's identity!

Psychics are not particularly rare in this world, and the White People are a group with relatively more psychics. A White People boy awakened his psychic power when he was dying and helped his uncle kill several natives... It is more reasonable than Ian killing his uncle himself and then teaming up with an empire wanted criminal to pretend to be him, right?

As long as you notice a seemingly reasonable answer, you will not continue to think deeply. This is a common human trait.

"Besides, the natives won't give up and will continue to assassinate me... I need to be alert, but it is also possible that Elder Pude deliberately scared me and wanted me to reveal my identity as a psychic to ask for asylum."

"The city defense has been much stricter. Several natives who wanted to sneak in have been shot dead. If there is no accident, the natives will be quiet in the near future."

Thinking back to the bodies of the natives in the trading point, Ian frowned slightly and shook his head: "Anyway, if I want to go out to collect potions and sublimation resources, it may be more dangerous than I imagined."

"But it's not a big deal. At least they will never think that I will be much stronger than they think."

——If he doesn't condense the source seed successfully and embark on the road of sublimation, he won't run out of the city stupidly!

His psychic power is indeed more profitable the more he is in the wild, but of course safety is paramount in everything. There is profit only if you are alive. Those who understand will understand.

Today is an extremely fulfilling day. Ian immediately felt hungry and made a gurgling sound.

"Oh, don't think about it so much."

With a laugh, Ian picked up the salmon in his hand and walked to the kitchen: "Let's eat first-light blue salmon is nourishing and must be delicious. Let me think about how to cook it."

After a few seconds, he made a decision.

"Let's make salt-grilled salmon."