MTL - High Above-Chapter 36 snoop

  Chapter 36 Snooping

   "Your Excellency Pudd!"

The patrolling guards recognized Elder Purdue, and they knew very well that the other party was an old friend of Viscount Grant and a local civil affairs adjutant. Although in theory it was only to assist the imperial government in managing the Bai people, it was useless for ordinary soldiers like them. Doubtful sir.

  —Not to mention their immediate boss, Vice-captain Red of the guard is also a white citizen.

  A black-bearded soldier in light armor with a conspicuous red nose stepped forward and smiled flatteringly: "Are you planning to leave the city when you come here? It's already evening and the main gate is closed. I'll take you to the other side..."

   "No need, I'm here to show this little guy to the world." The old man raised his hand, interrupting 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 have a look."

  The soldier looked sideways at Ian. He seemed to be thinking of something, so he shook his beard and said with a rough smile, "Is it the child who survived the aborigines and turned back to kill him? I said why there are so many flies today."

  He wisely did not say much, but led the way for Elder Purdue and Ian.

The city wall of Harrison Port has collapsed a lot due to the successive thunderstorms and the catastrophic wind eight years ago. The north and east walls have not been completely repaired so far, but the west side is adjacent to the indigenous autonomous region, so priority is given to restoration.

   But even so, due to various reasons, there are still several sections of the city wall that have not been repaired, just set up wooden fences to enclose a sorted open space, leading to the other side of the river by a pontoon bridge.

   This is the private trading point between Harrison Port and the Sequoia natives.

  Ian looked around the trading point. In the middle was a pile of resin-scented bonfires to drive away mosquitoes and ants, while all kinds of furs, animal meat and strange herbs were hung on simple brackets and wooden boards, waiting for visitors to choose.

  Several merchants squatted behind the goods, chatting about colorful topics, laughing rough from time to time, and making a few obscene gestures.

The red-nosed soldier walked into the trading point, and immediately stunned the merchants who were scrambling to sell their products. The merchants seemed to be planning to get up and say hello, but they sat back obediently after seeing the soldier's serious expression, and looked at Yi with curiosity and nervousness. En et al.

  —Inspection by a big shot? This is really rare.

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

   "Bourne, how many flies are there today?"

   Walking straight to a lame merchant, the red-nosed soldier said bluntly, "Your Excellency Pude wants to see it."

"what?"

The lame merchant obviously didn't expect that he was being inspected by a big man. He was stunned for a while, and then he stood up under the impatient urging of the red-nosed soldier, nodded and bowed to Elder Pude with some puzzlement: "Your Excellency, Your Excellency , see..."

Behind him is a wheelbarrow, covered by a dirty hide, even the resinous scent of the campfire at the trading point can't cover the rancid smell, and even the red-nosed soldier is embarrassed , couldn't help taking a slight step back.

   Ian was slightly taken aback by this.

  This extremely unpleasant rancid smell, he had smelled it before.

   That was the smell that came out when he killed his uncle Oceana and his body rotted by the lake and was dissected by him.

  The lame trader uncovered the animal skin, smiled flatteringly at Elder Purdue and Ian: "The flies have been here for the past two days..."

   He seemed to say something later, but all Ian's attention was on the 'goods' in the trolley.

   Corpse.

   Placed in the trolley were several aborigine corpses with distorted limbs, dark skin, and strange patterns!

   "The natives are still hostile to 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 what's going on in the forest."

Noticing that Ian's eyes were firmly locked on the pile of corpses, he felt that the boy was probably stroked by Elder Purdue who was shocked. He stared at the corpses in front of him and said calmly: "All the found indigenous spies are here. , the natives of other tribes are willing to pay high prices to buy the corpses of hostile tribes—they are not monolithic, and they also have a tradition of eating corpses, and there are plenty of people in the city who are willing to do this business of recycling corpses.”

   "Ian, this is just being found, and spies mostly don't get found."

  The old man didn't say what would happen if the scouts in Port Harrison were discovered by the natives... because we all know that the natives never waste food.

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

   "Old Bourne, here are two new ones. If you don't get eaten by those beasts this time, you've made a lot of money. You have to buy us a drink when you come back!"

  Two armored soldiers with light crossbows hanging from their waists were pushing a cart, talking and laughing loudly.

  They walked into the trade point, and soon noticed the red-nosed soldier and Elder Pudd—the expressions of the two soldiers froze immediately, and their words stopped immediately.

"Look."

  The white-haired old man turned his head and motioned for Ian to look: "Although you may not be able to tell the difference, they are the spies of the tribe who wanted to take you and Elan away as sacrifices."

   "Actually..."

   Mumbling to himself, Ian could of course tell the difference.

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

   And the corpses shot to death by the crossbow pushed by the soldiers are very similar to the shaman he killed!

   "Ian, the city is not safe. The natives will pay in blood, and they will try to kill you—kill anyone who makes them bleed."

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

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

The old man threw a thaler and a few Bisons, making the soldiers present and the lame old Bourne grateful. He took Ian, who seemed to be still shaken by the corpse, and left the trade point: "Don't think that the city is safe, Not to mention a person running out to buy things ... the danger is everywhere, especially these days."

   "Do you know the way back?"

  Leaving the Weirong Office and coming to Central Avenue, the old man lowered his head, let go of the hand he had been holding, and said gently 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 come out alone at night during the recent period."

   "Yeah, okay, elder."

  Pud watched Ian obediently agree to his words, and then left with some hesitation.

   Halfway through, the boy turned his head again. After realizing that the old man was still watching him, he continued to trot nervously and disappeared at the corner of the street.

   "It's pretty cool to pretend to be good...Stinky boy, I promised well that I wouldn't go back alone, but in the end I went home alone without hesitation."

  Looking at the direction where Ian disappeared, squinting his eyes, Elder Purdue shook his head. He said with emotion: "This little guy is not afraid of me or those natives at all in his bones."

   "This courage and shamelessness, if our family is still in the imperial capital... how many nobles and ladies can be deceived by such a good guy, and how brilliant the future will be."

  Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but smile wryly, and his interest faded: "Forget it."

   "If this is the case, I, a dwarf-hybrid white citizen, probably won't be able to become an elder."

  He turns around and leaves the XC area

  Elder Purdue's emotion is naturally unknown to Ian.

   "Hoo—"

  Walking briskly on the dark streets that had entered the night, he returned home, closed his eyes, and took a long breath: "This world is really more interesting than I imagined!"

  Ian opened his eyes, his eyes were shining, obviously very excited, how could he look submissive when he was with Elder Pude a little earlier?

At this time, the boy couldn't help muttering to himself: "And sure enough, they also noticed the unreasonableness of Mr. Hilliard killing those natives—if it was the original Oceana, it would be absolutely impossible to kill them." That shaman and the three hunters."

  Ian had thought of this a long time ago.

  As long as someone who understands Oceana thinks seriously, he will definitely notice something wrong.

   But so what?

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

Psykers are not particularly rare in this world, and the Baizhi people are a group with a relatively large number of psykers. A boy from the Baizhi people awakened psychic powers when he was dying, and helped his uncle kill several natives... Anyway Isn't it reasonable for Bien to kill his uncle himself, and then team up with a wanted man from the Empire to pretend to come?

  As long as you perceive a seemingly reasonable answer, you will not continue to think deeply. This is a common feature of human beings.

   "Besides, the natives still won't give up and will continue to assassinate me... I need to be on guard, but it's also possible that Elder Pude deliberately scares me and wants me to reveal my identity as a psyker and ask for protection."

   "The defense of the city has become much stricter, and several aborigines who wanted to sneak in have been killed. If there are no accidents, the aborigines will stop in the recent period."

  Turning back to the native corpses in the trade point, Ian frowned slightly and shook his head: "Anyway, if I want to go out to collect potions and sublimation resources, I'm afraid it will be more dangerous than I imagined."

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

  —If he doesn’t successfully condense the source seeds and embarks on the road to ascension, he won’t be foolish enough to run out of the city to take risks!

  His psychic power is indeed beneficial the more he is in the wild, but of course safety is paramount in everything.

  Today was extremely fulfilling. Ian suddenly felt hungry in his stomach and made a gurgling sound.

   "Hey, I don't think so much anymore."

   Laughing, Ian lifted the salmon in his hand and walked to the kitchen: "Let's eat first—the light blue salmon, nourishing the body, must be very delicious, let me think about how to cook it."

   After a few seconds, he made a decision.

   "Just make salt-grilled salmon."

  (end of this chapter)