High Above Chapter 338

  Chapter 338 Do you want to be a patrol knight? (33)

   "It's Flameland's spy who stole the key to the native holy land!"

   "It's the spies of Flame Land, who secretly disrupted the source quality cycle inside the maze!"

   "It's the spies of Flame Land, who created plagues and turmoil, and encouraged the natives to wage war against us!"

"There is no doubt that it is the spies of Flaming Land who created all this pain. They created a big storm and destroyed our hard-built homeland! It is also they who spread the plague and made all our settlements in the entire South Ridge panic. !"

   "The people of the empire - I am not alarmist, but have actual evidence!"

Even though he already knew what the Viscount was going to do, Ian couldn't help but be amazed and admired by the other party's decision - it's not that the young man is not smart enough to think of such an approach, mainly because he has a more serious and responsible personality, and he couldn't think of throwing the blame at the first time this aspect.

   As for Flameland...

   Heh, Flameland should really thank Viscount Grant. According to this bragging, its strength has soared by more than ten times.

   But it does work.

With a big wave of the Viscount's hand, the guards dragged out a few gagged agents from the side of the prison car, who obviously looked like Flameland, and a large number of firearms from Flameland, all the people of Harrison Harbor It's all boiling.

   "I just said that something is wrong with the big storm! Our Harrison Port has been built for so many years, and when it is booming, how can there be a sudden natural disaster-it hasn't happened in the past 20 years!"

   "Sure enough, it's the **** from Flameland, he's fucking, look at these firearms, how sophisticated, our good guys don't even need to use them!"

   "Yeah, I just said, the aboriginals have been fighting with us for so many years, and I haven't seen them use plague methods... Sure enough, it's all the fault of Flame Land!"

  On the spot, many people suddenly realized that they had fully understood the cause of everything, and their pain and anxiety had an actual source, a target that could be defeated and killed.

  It's not like a natural disaster. Even if it's painful, if you want to condemn it, you can't say anything, and you can only consider yourself an unlucky target.

  Encountering natural disasters will only lead to a decrease in cohesion, making everyone feel that they are not blessed, or that the soil and water in their hometown is not good.

  However, if the enemy is destroying...

   Then there will be a common enemy.

   click.

  When everyone's indignant condemnation turned into a tide, the Viscount killed these Feiyan captives with his water sword, making the entire square silent for a while.

   After that, there was a tsunami-like cheer.

   "Viscount, we love you!"

   "It should be killed like this, it should be killed like this!"

   "Bah! The blood of a group of **** has polluted our square!"

  —Without the great shaman, they completely gave up fighting against the natives of Port Harrison. Even with the support of Feiyan, they completely lost confidence.

  Without the swamp crocodile and the sequoia natives with a Tenglan giant eel, Nanling is no longer an obstacle.

  Therefore, they have no reason to continue to cooperate with Flameland.

  Blood splattered, these captives confessed by the natives had confessed everything they could. Their only value was to be a part of Viscount Grant's unity in this grand 'sacrifice'.

   "It seems that the saying that the natives often say is also true."

Looking at the port residents who were fanatical because of the blood, and even cheered loudly, Ian nodded slightly, feeling in his heart: "The empire is just a larger tribe. It's just that the sacrifice method is more sophisticated and the productivity is more developed. My own people have enough to eat and clothe, and they don't need to really sacrifice their lives.”

  If it is the "sacrifice" needed to develop to a higher level of civilization, it is a means for the people to gather people's hearts and cohesion, and it is not just human heads, human lives, and blood.

  It's entertainment, idols and games; it's programs, narrative and correctness.

  Nobody thinks there's anything wrong with that, and neither does Ian—even if the Viscount lied, the Spitfire spies deserved to die.

  Since dead, it is better to be dead.

  He didn't think it was barbaric or bloody, nor did he find it ridiculous.

  Ian just feels that if the conditions are met, he has a better way, and he can achieve the same goal without lying.

   "—and all this."

  At this moment, the viscount's impassioned voice continued to sound: "The biggest contributors to exposing this conspiracy are the members of the guards who heroically stopped Fei Yandi's conspiracy fourteen years ago, and one of their heirs!"

   "It was fourteen years ago that our guardian heroes blocked the plot of Flameland, so our homeland survived!"

"It was also the members of the Ellen Family Exploration Team and our genius, the appraiser Ian, who prevented such a conspiracy of the Flameland Special Forces, and our homeland was able to be preserved again—and ended the great storm forever. A man-made natural disaster!"

  The eyes are converging.

  The will is congealing.

  Everyone is looking at themselves, staring at themselves.

  —It's time for him to play.

  Ian raised his eyes, he knew that he should go up according to the script.

  So he went up, walked towards the side of Viscount Grant step by step, and faced everyone present with a smile.

  Isengard and Master Gosser are not suitable to appear on this occasion. They are outsiders and cannot be appreciated from the bottom of their hearts, but Ian can.

  Ian stepped forward, came to the center of the square, and stood beside Viscount Grant.

   "This is the best ending—a glorious name, a grateful future, and you will be the son of heroes, and the hero of this generation."

The viscount whispered to Ian. He put his hand on Ian's shoulder to show his closeness to the young white man. At this moment, he raised his voice again: "Thanks to Ian's contribution to our Port Harrison, I have decided to , Promote him to a knight—a possibly the youngest knight in Nanling!"

   "He has this strength and merit, let us applaud him!"

  —wow—

   There was another burst of cheers. Obviously, even if some people felt dissatisfied, no one dared to come out to spoil the fun when the lord and the citizens were so excited.

  Ian smiled and looked around the crowd in the square, he didn't see much malice.

  This is indeed his hometown, and he is indeed a recognized genius, good boy, and good person.

And not long after, when the cheers of the crowd gradually subsided, Viscount Grant also smiled and said to Ian in a low voice: "Ian, according to your ability, even if it is not now, I will let you in a few years." Become a knight."

   "But now, do you have an idea, choose a good path?"

  Ian tilted his head slightly. He was a little curious, not knowing what Viscount Grant was talking about.

  The next thing the Viscount said shocked him in a real sense.

   "Ian."

  The viscount said calmly: "Have you ever thought about becoming a patrolling knight?"

  (end of this chapter)

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