High Above Chapter 767

Since he was a child, Scott has felt that the world he lives in is not quite right. The first time I felt this way was the day my grandma passed away.

On a calm sunny afternoon, five-year-old Scott was pulling weeds in the backyard of his home. Both his grandfather and father were working in the blacksmith shop. One of his mother and grandmother was filling the water tank with water, and the other was mending the clothes of the family members.

Scott clearly remembered that scene as if he had a picture in his mind—the golden sunshine, the grandma in the armchair in the backyard, the dusty backyard, the smoke from the kitchen next door rising slowly into the blue sky, the There are insects chirping, the tip of the nose can smell the scent of rhododendrons, and grandma looks at herself gently with a smile.

Then in the next second, the old man's head dropped and he lost consciousness. Scott didn't feel right, he ran over to call his grandma, but the old man didn't respond, he called his mother anxiously as a little boy, the strong Nanling woman panicked immediately, she immediately called for a doctor, But doctors can't do anything about it.

This was a stroke, and the old man was too old, even if they had a solution, it would be too late, not to mention that there were no doctors who could treat cerebrovascular diseases in Port Harrison at that time.

The next day, grandma left. At that time, Scott didn't know what death meant, and he didn't understand what the old man's disappearance meant. He just felt that grandma was in pain.

After the old man passed away, the family became lively. My father's siblings and other relatives came to discuss how to pay for the burial of the old man. The house was full of crying, and a sad atmosphere filled the family.

Only Scott just stood blankly and alone, neither crying nor sad. This even attracted his father, the son who hated himself for not taking good care of his mother looked at his son and reprimanded him angrily .

"What are you doing standing here? Grandma usually likes you so much, yet you don't shed any tears!"

It's just **** off. The man himself knew very well that his son probably didn't understand what death meant, but when he saw that blank face, he couldn't help being angry. A kind of incompetent rage against himself.

But Scott's answer made the man stunned.

"Dad, can't I really do nothing?"

The boy tugged on his father's trousers, he was so hard that the rough linen was picked up by his little hands, his amber eyes fixed on the man, he was puzzled and said: "I really want to help grandma but how can I do it?" Help grandma?"

"Dad, can it be that I really can't do anything, can't I help grandma?"

At this moment, the man who had been blacksmithing for a lifetime blinked his eyes. He looked at his child and suddenly realized that Scott might be smarter than he had imagined in the past.

"You can help."

The anger disappeared, turned into an unspeakable grief. The man half-kneeled on the ground, hugging his son, he said in a trembling voice: "Live well, Scott grows up well, and becomes stronger than me, stronger than me, an incompetent guy."

"That's the best way to help grandma." Scott always does.

He lives seriously and takes good care of himself. Since he was a child, he has never had a disease that worried his parents, nor did he do anything that dissatisfied the adults or confused the chief. …

Many people say that this is ordinary, unremarkable ordinary.

But in Terra, wanting to grow up in such an ordinary and safe way is not ordinary at all. Scott has gone out of his way to be the best he can be.

However, in his heart, the feeling of 'something is wrong' always exists.

There is a pair of siblings next door to Scott, who were his playmates when he was young. The girl is a little older than the two boys. She has long seblue hair, clear eyes, and a voice like a lark. Because the family is a herb picker, I also like to play with flowers and plants, so I always have a faint, sweet fragrance like rhododendrons on my body.

The girl is also very gentle, and often takes care of her two younger brothers. After Scott and his younger brother are injured after playing around, she will take out the plaster from her small box and gently apply it on the wound.

At that time, the fragrance and temperature of the girl's body will be transmitted along the plaster, making the boy a little intoxicated. Scott often went to their house to play, and he had a crush on this sister when he was in love, which is also natural, and his younger brother vaguely saw this. Friends fighting.

But one day, Scott, who wanted to go to the neighbor's house to play, noticed something was wrong when he stepped out of the house. He found that there were many strangers at the intersection of the street. With sea blue hair, they are obviously all family.

An inexplicable unease appeared in Scott's heart. He sneaked into the crowd and approached the neighbor's house, trying to figure out what happened.

Then, he heard crying. familiar cry.

Just like the crying that sounded at home when grandma passed away a few years ago. Missing.

This is the vocabulary that my father said to his mother with a serious face after he came back at night, chewing licorice.

The father and daughter from the next-door family followed the team and went to Bishan to collect herbs with several other herb collectors, but they all disappeared.

Compared with death, disappearance is an easy-to-understand word. What it represents is 'disappeared' and 'cannot be found again'.

However, in Terra, the word missing has another hidden meaning. No bones remained.

The search and rescue team organized by the team searched for a long time, and had to retreat because it was gradually getting dark. During the recent period, other herb gathering teams are expected to be on alert, and the guards will also strengthen patrols and clean up, but they must not be found.

Let alone a day, half a day in the redwood forest in Nanling, as long as there is an hour, half an hour disappears, then it disappears forever.

Playmate was crying all the time. He shouted the names of his father and sister, and grief overwhelmed the young child. But soon, he couldn't be sad anymore, because he was the only man left in the family, and he had to protect his mother from all outsiders and relatives.

To this day, Scott still remembers that girl. He was older than his "sister" back then, but Scott couldn't help but shudder when he recalled the past.

At that time, although he knew the meaning of death, he didn't know the cruelty of life's approach to death. But now, because he knew it, he knew that whether he was stunned by the miasma or covered by the roots and branches of the jungle, he became The skeleton under the tree; the neck was twisted and broken by the monster, and all the internal organs and flesh were eaten, and even the bones were chewed. These are all very painful things, and there is a great possibility that it will happen to that gentle girl. …

Even, looted by the natives-

But at that time, Scott, who was still a teenager, still had no sadness in his heart, only a kind of bewilderment.

He felt something was wrong.

Why?

"why?"

Late at night, the young Scott was tossing and turning on the bed. He asked himself, and kept asking himself: "Is it really irreversible when something like this happened?"

"Can I just sit back and watch this kind of thing happen, can't help the person I want to help at all?"

"Could it be that there is no way for everyone to avoid accidents, and there is no possibility and power to restore the past days to their original state?"

"Could it be that there is no one."

"Is there a way to help those who are sad?"

Ahhh. At that time, the boy curled up in pain. There was no sadness in his heart, only the suffocation of his heart being clenched by a huge force. He already had an answer in his heart, but the answer was still waiting for a cruel opportunity. Tell the truth about a teenager who is bright, but not really a genius.

The playmate's family moved away. Most of the family fortune was left to relatives, but they moved to Naumann, where an old, childless uncle offered to take care of the younger brother.

This is already the best ending.

And Scott opted to join the Guard a few years later.

That feeling of something not right, something missing, was always in his heart, pushing him to do something that could help others.

The world should not be like this. A lot of people didn't deserve to die for no reason, and a lot of people didn't deserve to have an unhappy ending.

No, not many people.

is all right.

"I have to do something."

When persuading his father and grandfather, Scott couldn't think of any good reasons, so he could only express his feelings frankly: "I haven't lost my blacksmith skills, and the guards can also exercise. When I retire , or when I don't want to do it, I can come back to inherit the family business at any time."

"But now, I want to do something. We need a guard at the port. I won't do it, and others won't do it. Then who will protect our home?"

This is not a good reason, but father persuaded grandpa.

"Your grandson is smarter than us." The man who always respected his father said: "Let him try. Anyway, just like what this kid said, someone has to do it, and the viscount gave him a lot of money."

Ten years after Grandma passed away, Scott finally got to do something for people. Of course, it didn't go well.

Although the age requirement for the guards is to be over fourteen years old, if they are really only fourteen or five years old, it is impossible for this kind of "adult" guy to go shopping with the native monsters.

During that time, all Scott could do was patrol the city, guide people, catch thieves, and deal with neighborhood disputes.

Moreover, Scott's captain and other teammates are not very good people.

As the newest and youngest member of the team, he needs to clean up for these officers and seniors, wash clothes and socks, and scrub weapons and armor.

This is all conventional, so it can't be called bad, but since obeying this convention, it can't be called good either. …

Scott had a really hard time during that time. He fell asleep with his eyes closed, and was called up to patrol before he woke up naturally.

But this kind of pain and hardship gave him a kind of "enrichment". A "I'm doing something too" feeling.

"When I also become a member of the independent guard, I may be able to do more."

Thinking so, enduring the hardships of life, Scott waited.

Time passed. He waited for the rainstorm that changed his life.

A war in the rain.

Indigenous invasion of Port Harrison—Since Scott was born, he had never heard of such a thing, and even Scott's father had no memory of it, only his grandfather who was already sick in bed vaguely remembered it, almost Ten years ago, during the fiercest war between the aborigines and Harrison Port, the entire port was covered with turrets and bunkers, just to guard against the tsunami-like attacks of the aborigines.

But compared to the aborigines who were able to drive several armies of monsters back then, the aborigines now can only send some elite hunters and berserkers to break in.

But the threat to the defenders in the city was even greater.

Indigenous elite hunters attacked and killed the defenders in the turret one by one. Scott and his teammates fought desperately, and in turn killed the incoming hunters, but the price was that he was the only one who survived.

"The **** natives are coming at us, fuck."

"***, you can't let this kid die, can you?"

"Scott, you guard the side and protect the alchemy cannon. This is your mission!" "Kill! Fight with these **** natives!"

"Why are you crying? Cough cough brat, you have to live on as a brother."

Scott still can't do anything.

But this time, he becomes someone else's do'. His life is the result of the help of others.

—I have to do something.

—Everyone in the city is suffering, I have to fire artillery to stop the enemy.

-right! That's all I can do! My mission, where I can help other people!

Standing in a pool of blood, looking around at the corpses of his comrades-in-arms and natives, the young city guards had no time to grieve or be at a loss.

He went to repair that alchemy cannon again and again. But he didn't learn the related inscription repair.

He will not.

This is something beyond Scott's ability. He obviously has the opportunity to help others and help others change their tragic fate, but his ability and experience make him unable to grasp - the unwillingness and feeling in his heart have arrived at this moment peak, but he still failed to grasp it.

What exactly is this for?

Maybe just because.

He is an ordinary person.

A mortal.

The mortal stared tremblingly at the cannon that couldn't be fired no matter how he fiddled with it, he knelt in front of the cannonball almost in despair, a kind of pure emptiness and meaningless depression made Scott unable to speak.

Silence. until one opened the door. This was the first time Scott met Ian.

It was a white-haired child. Compared with his lovely face, the first thing Scott noticed was his eyes—the eyes were different from anyone Scott had ever seen. The amount of light is bright and sudden, and there is a firmness that is never at a loss. …

Just by appearing, Scott had a very strong feeling, a feeling that made his whole body tremble.

—Ian is extraordinary—

Instinct told him so, and it was true.

After Ian arrived, he repaired the alchemy cannon in a short time, and then quickly fired it with his help, hitting the vital point of the swamp crocodile.

As soon as he arrived, he solved all the problems that plagued Scott. Whether it was the natives, the alchemy cannon, or the crocodile dragon, Ian easily helped everyone in Harrison Port and prevented many tragedies from happening.

His existence itself is constantly changing the fate of others. Constantly changing the feeling that Scott "wasn't right.

Although he himself didn't have that kind of idea, Ian himself had his own goals, but the facts cannot be deflected by personal will.

"Thanks, that was a great help."

At the end, the white-haired child smiled and thanked Scott obediently.

For Ian, this is stating the facts, and it's also a casual remark—even if Scott didn't help him calibrate the muzzle, move the shells, and block the earth and rocks, Ian would definitely be able to achieve his goal. This is just icing on the cake.

But for Scott, it was redemption.

That night, when Scott, who was awarded by the Lord's Mansion, returned home, his mother cried and hugged him, and his father patted him heavily on the shoulder, praising his actions, worrying about the dangers he had experienced, and worrying about the dangers he had experienced. proud of his son.

Even the grandfather lying on the bed struggled to hold himself up, boasting loudly about his grandson's bravery—Scott is now a hero in Port Harrison, and he can finally become someone who can help others.

But as in the past, there is no sadness in Scott's heart. At this moment, there was no joy in his heart.

In the middle of the night, Scott didn't fall asleep. The teenager nestled on his bed, hugged his knees, and curled up to watch the rain outside the window.

It rained all the time.

He bit his hand, inflicting pain on himself with the strength that almost bit off a piece of flesh, punishing himself for his lies, punishing himself for his incompetence—if it wasn't for the physical fitness of the Iron People, he would have already bitten off a piece of flesh.

That is more of a self-blame. - I can't do anything!

Facing the incoming enemies, I can't kill them. Facing the damaged artillery, I can't repair it. Facing so many people dying for no reason, I can't extend a helping hand at all!

I couldn't save any of the teammates who died protecting me. Those wounds could be covered with a little healing potion, but I didn't bring them because of poverty!

I can't change anything, neither the world nor myself

"I'm actually just a mortal!"

In this extreme pain, in the heavy rain that swept across the South China Sea, Scott wept bitterly.

The echo that had been resounding in his heart since he was a child, the vague feeling that something was wrong since he was a child, the cruel and cold fact that made people tremble and nausea, finally revealed the truth to him at this moment.

—He is just a mortal!

He can't help the dying, he can't prevent people from going to a tragic fate, he can't save those who can be saved, and restore those mistakes that can be redeemed! …

Obviously, there are so many, even infinite, possibilities in this world. But he, Scott, can only choose one. An ordinary and sad road!

but

but.

That kid was different.

Recalling the white figure, Scott stopped crying.

Do not.

That person is different.

The image of Ian emerged in Scott's mind. Although he is only a child, he is far more mature than himself. No, that can't be said to be a child, it is a person who is more mature than himself.

Because he can change the fate of others and turn it in a better direction. Ian. is what Scott aspires to be, but can't be.

Since he was a child, Scott has felt that the world he lives in is not quite right.

There are too many things that can be changed in theory, but no one can take action, or they are unable to take action. They can only watch familiar people and loved ones fall into the abyss.

Scott can't change that. He is a mortal, a little bit smarter, a little bit kinder, but that's all, he can see it but can't change it.

But Ian, the apparently extraordinary man, can. He can do it.

"And I can help Ian."

Wiping away his tears, the boy suddenly opened his eyes wide: "I can still do something after all!"

Yes. Even ordinary people, as long as they follow the extraordinary sages, one day they can use the light of the sages to illuminate the haze.

This might be it.

"Scott, you are distracted, am I trying too hard?" A worried voice sounded.

All memories are turned into flowing clouds, turned into steaming smoke and dissipated.

From a boy to a man, the grown-up Iron Man stood up unsteadily, with blue arcs wrapped around his body, crackling in the air.

This is the edge of the Xiahui Territory, a hilly area that is inaccessible. The tall jungle is like a wall that isolates the whole world.

In the middle of the jungle, there is a small piece of vast flat land that has been cleared. The testing site for Xiahui Ling's new weapons is here.

The ground is full of potholes and burns, and the blackened marks of lightning strikes are lingering on the ground, because a strong electric current bombardment happened here just now, and two sublimators who can control electric currents are here to try their hands. One party demonstrates his sublimation skills.

Scott was the one being demonstrated. He stood up from the ground, shook his head, and sorted out the chaotic thoughts that had been charged.

Then he saw a white and slender, but extremely strong and powerful hand, like a hand forged from jade.

"My lord, are you really contributing to the first energy level?"

Stretching out his hand to hold that palm, Scott smiled wryly and borrowed his strength to get up, and said to the embarrassed Ian: "The lightning sublimation technique that directly attacks the electromagnetic signals of the human brain. If I hadn't taught myself biology recently, A little conceptual defense, I am afraid that is enough to burn my head!"

"You have taught yourself too much."

The white-haired boy complained: "Are you staying up late to study again? Give me a good rest!"

"Moreover, I have mastered the strength, the blow just now definitely did not exceed the upper limit of the first energy level." "Yes, I know."…

Scott was fully awake at this moment, and he looked at Ian with some embarrassment: "After experiencing it personally, I can already understand the key to this skill. The power of the lightning strike this time is not great, but it is very delicate, and the frequency is also high." It's very amazing, it can interfere with the body's nerve signals, no matter how strong a person is, after being hit by this lightning strike, they will be paralyzed and convulsed.”

"I'm sorry, my lord, my qualifications are relatively dull, and I can't compare with Qingchao. You can understand it once you explain it, so I have to trouble you to demonstrate it for me."

"What's the matter, I'm teaching you, and I'm sorting out my own thoughts."

Regarding this, the white-haired lord waved his hand slightly. He obviously didn't think it was a troublesome thing to start a small incident for his territorial supervisor: "Also, Scott, don't think too low of yourself."

"Qingchao's talent is actually average. He is not used to the thinking mode of normal people. He has to twist some problems and transform them into things within his swordsman logic to understand."

"And you, after studying for so long, the speed of understanding things is actually not inferior to Qing Chao, but you have only recently become a sublimator after all, and you are not very familiar with sublimation skills."

Speaking of this, Ian looked at Scott with admiration: "Your spirit is more tenacious than I imagined—you can admit your weaknesses frankly, tell me your shortcomings without flinching, and learn bravely. Things you don't know."

“This courage to challenge the unknown, and clear self-knowledge, are your real strengths.”

"Just like this time, you realized that your force may not be able to deal with the assassination of the Dragon Worship or the Flying Flame Land, and you will not be able to take charge of the overall situation after I leave Xiahui, so you want to learn the sublimation skills of the Thunder Department from me —This kind of decision, even if someone can think of it, it may not be implemented.”

"My lord, you said that after you took the new potion, you wanted to try the effect of the new ability, so I dared to come and ask."

Scott honestly expressed his true thoughts: "But I still didn't expect that, my lord, you have just acquired the lightning ability, and you are already so strong."

—Of course, the civilization of my previous life basically used all the technology on boiling water, throwing stones and playing with electric currents.

"The potion of the Lord of Steel actually lacks a metal control. My electromagnetic ability is not used to discharge, or in other words, there are too many things that can be done with the sublimation skills of the thunder system, and discharge is only the most basic one. "

Ian shook his head. He knew what Scott meant. The other party was worried that he had always been using the water-type and earth-type source quality, and added the thunder-type. Before he had time to adapt, he was about to go to Canaan Moore to participate in the competition. A big move.

Because the Aurora Titan' is also a true form of the thunder system, Scott wants to use himself as a target, let Ian try his own ability, and he can also learn the skills summarized by Ian by the way.

But Scott didn't expect that Ian's familiarity with electric current was far better than his knowledge of water and soil. He had already developed a lot of related skills in just a few days.

Interfering currents that directly stimulate biological nerves are one kind, and flying skills that magnetize and accelerate the metal in one's body are another, not to mention pure magnetic storm arcs. …

Through more than a month of research, Ian has made the potion of "Lord of Steel".

After being purified by the super magnetic storm iron tower, the breast shell of Jingchen Dragon becomes only the size of an ordinary human head, and after the essence is made into a solid potion, it is only as big as a human head.

Yes. Earth-type sublimation potions are mostly solid pills or tablets, which need to be swallowed with water or buried directly in flesh and blood, and slowly absorbed by the whole body.

The essence of Jingchenlong's breast shell is, on the surface, a translucent silver gemstone sphere the size of a human head. In the center of the sphere, there is an endless lightning arc flashing, forming an extremely bright core.

And with the addition of the iridescent wings of the steel pterosaur, which is the essence of the magnetized organ of the steel pterosaur, the surface of this silver gemstone will also be filled with a layer of rainbow-colored magnetic field arcs, and the changing magnetic poles and rotation of the gemstone can be clearly seen. magnetic field.

Ian buried the potion inside his chest, and used the flash silver skeleton as the carrying base to slowly absorb the source matter structure in the potion. While strengthening several original organs, he also gained Three brand new sublimated organs.

The enhanced sublimation organs are [Clean Rock Crystal Bone] and Silver Scale Hard Armor], because the Lord of Steel is the inheritance of both thunder and earth, so these two core sublimation organs that are also related to metals have been obtained. Brand new abilities.

[Clean Rock Crystal Bone] sublimated into [Constant Pure Crystal Bone], the powerful biological magnetic field will take the bone as the core, wrap around Ian's whole body, and repel all substances that may infringe him, whether it is illusion, mental shock, toxin or Assassins who come in stealth to attack will be detected and repelled by the aggressive magnetic field of the constant crystal bone.

The strengthening of the silver-scale armor is very simple—the current silver-scale armor can be strengthened by Ian's thunder-type source quality, stabilizing its material composition and making it harder.

The newly obtained three sublimation organs are [flash electrode], [heart of clean dust] and rainbow hanging scales].

[Flash Electrode] is a brand new sublimation organ built by Ian based on Aurora Titan's third energy level sublimation organ [Thunder Weaving Net], assisting his own 'Flash Silver Skeleton'. The Thunder Weaving Net is the specialized nerves and blood vessels in the sublimation body of the Aurora Titan. After becoming the sublimation organ, these blood vessels and nerves become a network covering the whole body of the sublimation person. Every part of it erupts with a strong current.

Ian didn't intend to become a flash man, so he strengthened the ability to weave lightning nets, but it was only distributed around his ribs, relying on the flash silver skeleton, which could burst out higher-level currents when needed, creating produce a stronger magnetic field.

[Heart of Cleansing Dust] is the power generation core of the Cleansing Dragon. Its lightning source organ, because of the essence of the super magnetic storm coil, the source quality produced by Ian's Cleansing Heart has become more pure. also get bigger.

But Ian Que, who has ether crystals, will never lack source quality, so this small shortcoming is completely made up for.

The [Rainbow Hanging Scale] is a flying organ presented by the steel pterosaur group, and it is precisely by it that the steel pterosaur can drive its huge and heavy body at supersonic speed to fly above the sky.

If you have to talk about ability, it actually only has the ability of ultrhigh-speed magnetic levitation flight. Even as a defense, it is not good enough, and it is far from being half as hard as any defense ability of Immovable Fortified City. …

But·.it can fly! —

And fly very fast!

This kills the stone lord—although the stone lord can control most of the earth's materials, summon a large number of stone giant soldiers, and even rub the castle fortress with his bare hands, but in the final analysis, he is just infantry, how can he be the same as the noble air force? On par!

Having said that, Ian has no intention of giving up the advantage of the Lord of Stone. The Lord of Steel still has a limit of the Extreme Domain, and he is planning to make up for the ability to manipulate metal.

However, the time is running out. The ship from Canaan Moore's Ember Department has arrived in Nauman City, and is waiting for Ian, a distinguished guest, to set off.

"grown ups."

At this moment, Scott spoke, he hesitated.

When Ian raised his head curiously and looked at himself, Scott said frankly: "I'm actually still a little scared."

"You said that after you leave, I will take charge of all the affairs of Xiahui. You can rest assured of me, but I don't feel very relieved of myself."

"interesting."

Ian commented in this way: "What are you worried about? Even if you are really worried, don't I have other candidates?"

"Qingchao. Uh, no, his thinking is too simple." Scott thought for a while, and he was a little uncertain: "Mr. Guying and old Farr? Especially Mr. Guying, he is really a very Smart man, without his help, I would not be able to learn mathematics and biology by myself, and he also knows a lot about alchemy and inscriptions, just as knowledgeable as you, my lord."

"It's too much praise. In terms of professional knowledge, I have to ask Gu Ying occasionally. I just learn miscellaneous things."

Frowning, Ian understood Scott's thoughts, and laughed: "You feel inferior to Qingchao and Guying, and you are afraid that you can't hold them down and control them. It can be blamed, Qingchao is the second Not to mention the strength of Guying, his knowledge will crush you."

"Actually, old Mr. Farr and Bachelor Roland also crushed me." Scott reminded Ian, "It's just that Mr. Farr is very easy-going, while Bachelor Roland is more simple."

"That's the reason. They are all better than you in some way."

Ian found a rock and sat down, and he motioned for Scott to sit next to him. After both of them sat down, he said, "But Scott, do you know where you are better than them?"

Scott shook his head, while Ian raised his index finger and nodded his forehead: "You have the brain of a normal person."

"Scott, you have the thinking of an ordinary person."

Iron Man slowly opened his eyes wide. He didn't expect Ian to give such a strange answer. Moreover, is the thinking of ordinary people considered an advantage?

"The thinking of ordinary people is just a simple statement. Simply put, it means that you understand what ordinary people need, and you can also understand which industries are closely related to the operation of the territory."

Seeing that Scott was fully focused, Ian nodded slightly, raised his second finger and continued: "Secondly, you have a political mind."

"Come on, Scott, let me test you with a question. What do you think is the key to developing the simple and brave character of the mountain people?"

Ok."

Scott thought for a while, and he replied: "The mountain people are simple and brave, because only those who are simple and brave, have individual strength, and love the tribe can become chiefs and be loved by everyone. This is the flocking theory. Only such people will be accepted by the tribe, and cowards who are scheming but not brave enough to fight will be repelled and left, and then die alone in the mountains.”…

"Yes." Ian said with satisfaction: "The political model of admiring the brave, the aggressive and the family-loving determines the national character. How about continuing to push it backwards?"

"Mountain people's production mode is mainly fishing and hunting, which determines that they need a strong leader who unites the tribe, and a boss who is fierce and fierce to lead them to fight with other tribes."

Scott was gradually opened up, and he was a little stunned: "I understand that it is the production model that determines political needs."

"The production mode of the mountain people is because the Baisen Mountains do not support farming, but only fishing and hunting. Geographical resources determine the production mode, and the production mode determines political needs, and political needs determine the national character—this is what we have always been Reform strategy!"

"We use the agricultural building to transform the geographical resources of the Baisen Mountains, starting from the most fundamental place, gradually transforming the production model of the mountain people, and even the entire Baisen Mountains, so that they are close to the political camp we want and become what we want. The necessary character will become a down-to-earth, hard-working and brave Xinshan people!"

Being touched by Ian, Scott immediately felt that his thinking was much clearer, and he completely understood all of Ian's work this year almost instantly.

Those transformations that seem to be just beating the corners, one hammer here and the other, are actually aimed at solving all the problems of the mountain people from the root!

Then

Based on this, change the fate and future of all mountain people!

Scott has thought about these ideas in the past, but he has never been able to summarize them himself. But that's enough.

"You are already very smart."

Although Ian was happy in his heart, he still sighed: "Qingchao and Guying have already answered this question. Guess what they said?"

Scott shook his head, while the white-haired boy looked deeply at the distant forest: "One of them said that the reason why the mountain people have such a character is because the Bison Dragon God has such a character, and the people follow the gods—Qing Chao is not wrong, Baisen Dragon God is really hot-tempered, and he often fights with other dragons, I have seen a lot from his memory, no wonder this dragon died early, it is basically self-inflicted."

"As for Gu Ying. He said he wanted to study the genes of the mountain people, and asked me for a sum of money. This guy really knows how to ask for money, and Hua An should learn from him."

Scott is silent. He understood what Ian meant.

"Qingchao represents the military force in the territory, and the training camp he leads is the training camp for the cadres who will lead the sublimation of Xiahui in the future."

Ian patted Scott on the shoulder: "Guying is the dean of the research institute and a representative of scientific research."

"But whether it's military or scientific research, they don't have any 'purpose' themselves. They can only serve our territory and people. No matter how powerful or smart they are, they must also serve the requirements of our territory and people. , self-optimize to solve the needs of the two, and formulate future development plans.”

"Qingchao and Guying couldn't think of this at all. They don't know what ordinary people need and what they need to learn. But you are different, Scott, you know very well what ordinary people need."

"I've seen your wasteland reclamation strategy for dealing with the western swamps. How many land reclamators are matched with how many guards, Qing Chao and other knights are sent to expel dangerous monsters before land reclamation, the distribution of defense facilities in the gathering place, the doctors and medicine reserves inside the gathering place, As well as the internal management rules of the pioneers, these designs are very good and can be called perfect.”…

"Don't you think, this is a kind of power? Knowing what people need and being able to solve problems is quite a powerful ability!"

"I"

Scott opened his mouth, and he finally just whispered: "I just saw people die for no reason before, so I don't want these things to happen again.

The scent of rhododendrons flashed in his heart, and there was a moment of tingling and sadness. He didn't want to do it a second time.

"Yes, you still have empathy." Ian said with a smile: "True empathy, empathy that can act and change, not just pretend to be invisible after a sting-this is also very rare Ability."

"The third advantage - you are a very rare person who can understand what is called society." Scott was sitting.

To be honest, if it wasn't for Ian, he wouldn't even know he was so outstanding. He is obviously just a mortal. How could he have so many advantages?

"I see that in the recent period, you decided to slow down the export of resources, slow down the production of various goods, and transfer a considerable part of the funds to education."

Ian looked at Scott seriously and said calmly: "I directly agreed with your decision at that time, but now, I want to hear the reason."

“.Because demand is limited.”

Scott thought for a while in silence, and then slowly opened his mouth: "Whether it is the mountain people's demand for Xiahui collar iron farm tools and various alchemy products, or the demand for alchemy plating agents and various light prisms on the western front , the demand for magnetic storm weapons is limited—as long as the war is still going on, there will be no shortage of orders."

"But on the other hand, after the war is over, will there still be orders? Will there still be such a steady stream?"

"We can make a lot of money in the first place by expanding our production line, and we can also quickly absorb those unemployed immigrants in the territory. After simple education, they will quickly learn how to make these products, and the territory can quickly recover A lot of money. But if there is no order, these alchemy workshops will go bankrupt, right? How many people will be unemployed at that time, and will there be time for transformation?"

Speaking of this, Scott took a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and said, "My former neighbor was a herb picker. I know that one year, the herb picker picked all the herbs that were easy to pick in the mountains, and there was nothing left. Sow even a little seed. As a result, the herbal medicine becomes extremely rare in the second year, and it is impossible to pick it at all."

“That year was a disaster. Many people were so poor that they couldn't help themselves. Many people needed help from others. The whole city was crying.”

"So I understand that even if it is a herb that is everywhere, some seeds must be left in order to reap one crop this year and continue to reap another crop next year."

"What's the point of earning quick money for a while? With the agricultural building and Xiahui grass, the territory will never be short of money after getting out of the haze of the food disaster."

“After the war is over, the orders will disappear, and we blindly expand production, just like those who mower the herbs do not leave seeds—and education is the process of cultivating the seeds, so that the next year's herbs will become better.”

"My lord, that's what I think. We are now leaders rather than ordinary people, so what we need is the employment of the future and future citizens. And this needs to solve the problems of education, medical care, transportation, childbirth and housing." …

"The latter two are relatively simple in Xiahui, the land is sufficient, and everyone is willing to have children."

"The traffic aspect requires the cooperation of the mountain people to build roads, but it is not a big problem. The medical aspect can also be solved with alchemy potions, so the most fundamental thing is the former."

"Our goal is not to earn more money. That is the thinking of businessmen. We are rulers. What we need to ensure is that the economic cycle can continue, and then rely on a good economic cycle to drive the foundation, increase the number of educated people, and increase the territory. The average quality of the people."

"That's why I think production expansion should be put on hold and money should be invested in education." Crack, crack, crack.

Ian applauds.

When Iron Man's amber eyes were about to light up, and his face was as red as a piece of red-hot iron, the boy chuckled and said, "Do you think Qing Chao and Gu Ying want to get this level?"

"Impossible!"

Ian shook his head exaggeratedly, and he sighed: "Qingchao has no economic sense at all, and Guying only asks me for funds-Old Farr can manage personnel, but he doesn't have a thinking mode that puts education first, and Roland is more of a man of science and technology. , he cares less about humans than about his engineering base."

"Yes. Large-scale infrastructure construction and education, coupled with gradual industrial upgrading, is the best way to maintain employment, taxation and economic circulation in the territory—it is also a good foundation for the expansion of long-term production in the future."

Standing up from the stone, Ian raised his head and looked at the sky. "Scott."

He said lightly: "The territory and people I want are not a group of primitive mountain tribes, a big city that seems to be prosperous but **** people's flesh and blood. I don't want a group of ignorant blind people, and I don't want a group of echoers who only agree with my decision."

"What I want is a group of citizens who have self-thinking, independent personality, and have received higher education. What I want is a set of advanced laboratories with scholars educated by the most advanced education system. What I want is a group of food and clothing. Worry-free, free people who can support me in everything, and the most advanced and prosperous big city where they live."

"I want their brains. I want their wealth. I want their lives and futures to make my dreams come true."

"Scott, can you understand?" The boy turned his head.

Scott saw those eyes.

Same as nine years ago, those eyes shining with aqua blue light.

Compared to that perfect face like a work of art, compared to the power powerful enough to affect the surrounding natural spiritual field, what Scott noticed the first time was still the pair of eyes that were consistent and bright like the sun , eyes that are never dazed or hesitant.

Looking into those eyes, Scott's body trembled a little, not from fear, but from excitement. — Ian is extraordinary —

He knew from nine years ago that he was lucky enough to find someone he could follow his whole life and never regret.

A sage who can make mortals no longer mortals, and make mortals shine. "I see."

So, the Iron People stood up. Facing his lord, he said in a deep voice, "My lord, your will is my direction!"

"Don't be too stressed. When I'm not around, just do whatever you have in mind. I believe in you and forgive you even if I'm wrong."…

Facing Scott who was suddenly very serious, Ian waved his hands a little funny: "We are not the kind of high-pressure organization that does not forgive mistakes. I can trust very few people. Of course you are allowed to make mistakes—I make mistakes myself. Woolen cloth."

"It's like this time, Scott, you asked me about the sublimation skills of the Thunder system. You need to bear an attack yourself to learn it. There are many things that cannot be understood without making mistakes."

"Sometimes, you have to learn like this and endure the attacks of life in order to learn something very important."

Attack of life.

Scott chewed on the vocabulary.

Until Ian left Xiahui Territory and went to Nauman City to take the big ship to Canaan Moor, he was still thinking about this word.

Yes. Life attacks all living beings at all times. I was attacked by life again and again, and I gradually learned my current character.

I don't want the elderly to die helplessly and suddenly without medicine. I don't want people to be attacked by monsters and disappear due to accidents. I don't want people to be disturbed by war again.

Every attack of life is urging the formation of dreams.

In order for everyone to live in peace, he still needs to do a lot of things.

"My lord doesn't specifically want to do this—it's just his dream, which requires a wealthy territory, a group of well-fed and educated people."

Standing by the window of the office building on the top floor of the city hall, Scott stared at Ian's carriage drifting away until it disappeared at the end of the road: "I don't know his real dream, but it must be like Offa Road. In that way, something magnificent that can change the world."

"And I can help him."

Ian is always busy. Ian always has a lot to do. He was always going from one place to another, never resting. So, Scott couldn't stop either.

For Ian's wish, for the wish of someone who can change the world. For the wishes of the pioneers.