High Above

"Um... a maze."

After pondering for a moment, Viscount Grant shook the wine glass in his hand and thought for a long time. He connected the knowledge he had learned and felt that what Elder Purdue said was very reasonable.

The labyrinth, after the disaster of falling from the sky, appeared one after another in strange areas all over the continent of Terra.

More than 600 years ago, with a violent earthquake, the first labyrinth discovered by humans appeared in the Moro Mountains in the empire, and a village was swallowed by it.

After the local exploration team and the team led by a retired school official of the third energy level failed and disappeared one after another, the imperial capital sent a fourth energy level legion commander to lead the elite team to explore, and finally got the team in the core area of ​​the maze. Large quantities of the extremely rare sublimated metal 'Morrion Steel', a living metal that can be transformed by psionic energies and has the ability to regenerate itself.

Today, the labyrinth is considered to be an ultra-high-density psionic energy field created by the natural changes of the world after the catastrophe of the sky. Its core must be guarded by extremely rare treasures or powerful monsters. A relic of civilization.

It is said that the Apocalypse Armed Forces handed down by the Grand Duke of Junlingbao was transformed from the relics of pre-civilization unearthed in the maze.

Every time a maze appears, it will be accompanied by large-scale climate anomalies, even celestial phenomena, and geological catastrophes in a certain place—but at the same time, the appearance of a maze will also cause the phenomenon of rich demons and high spirits in the surrounding area of ​​the maze, a large number of rare sublimation plants, Potion materials, alien monsters, etc. will form an ecological circle with the maze as the core.

Fits perfectly with what has been going on in Harrison Port lately.

As for why the Viscount believed Elder Pudd's conjecture? It's very simple. Others don't know the origin of the white people group in Port Harrison. As the head of the Grant family, he knows it very well—the other party is a professional in this area.

If they hadn't made a big mistake for unspeakable reasons and were deprived of their surnames and exiled to this place, there must be a place for these white people in the field of labyrinth research.

"A molding cycle every eight to ten years? That seems to be a medium-to-large maze."

At this moment, Viscount Grant was fully awake. He thought about this possibility, then smiled excitedly, and nodded vigorously to Elder Pudd: "The precursor to the maze is the abundance of local resources! Valuable beasts and sublimated plants will The number of adventurers and explorers around will gather.”

"Combined with the assistance of the empire's restart, the sea trade routes of Canaan Moore and Whale Song Cliff have opened. This is a good opportunity for Harrison Port to rebuild!"

"If it is done well, it must be a feat that His Majesty can also notice!"

He stood up, excitedly began to walk back and forth by the table, muttering all kinds of preliminary preparations in his mouth, no longer decadent, full of motivation.

Elder Purdue took a sip from his wine glass, picked up his knife and fork, and began to enjoy the luncheon.

Not many years after Viscount Grant took over the governorship of Port Harrison from his father's generation, the late emperor passed away, the dark moon was in turmoil, and the entire southern immigration area was forgotten in the huge political turmoil.

The other party has spent 30 to 40 years, and now he finally waits for the dawn of his rise, and he will definitely not let go of this opportunity.

And this is also an opportunity for them, the white people, to express themselves again and get back their surnames.

None of them will give up.

After a period of time, the luncheon ended, and the two sides had a pleasant conversation. Although Viscount Grant had been decadent for a long time and wanted to enjoy himself, he was not an ignorant dude nobleman. In the coming period, Port Harrison will usher in changes.

Inside the Viscount's mansion.

After Elder Purdue left, the blush on the face of Viscount Grant, who was still slightly drunk, gradually faded.

He stared at the direction where the elder Bai Zhimin left, and sat back in his seat, the maid had already filled the wine silently.

"A shaman, even three hunters, none of them escaped?"

The seemingly young nobleman nodded thoughtfully, and casually twirled the wine glass between his fingers, but the dark red liquid seemed to lose gravity, stabilizing in a lingering light blue gleam. Steadily swirling with the wine glass, without spilling a little bit.

The Grant family's family bloodline 'Abyssal Lizard Whale', at the second energy level, will give sublimators the ability to manipulate many liquids within sight. It is a relatively powerful inheritance among the higher bloodlines that tend to water elements.

Controlling the wine glass and the alcohol in his body is nothing more than instinct for Viscount Grant. He muttered to himself at the moment: "A white man with deformed legs can do this kind of thing... huh."

Shaking his head slightly, Viscount Grant couldn't help smiling, with a little sarcasm: "Pude still wants to pretend to be stupid with me, so I'll accompany him. I can only say that those natives are unlucky, too unlucky."

"My lord, those natives have sent gulls and pigeons to deliver letters to protest..."

The eyes of the dark-brown-haired nobleman flickered slightly. The hot and graceful red-haired woman had quietly come to his side. This beauty who had been quite intimate and lazy before was now respectful and restrained in her words and deeds: "Achetu The shaman's tribe threatened us to break the deal, unless the murderer was handed over, otherwise, they will definitely retaliate with all their strength."

"Without a shaman, I still dare to speak so forcefully. I admire the arrogance of these dwarfs. After all, this is how they can bite."

Taking a sip of the wine, Viscount Grant said lightly: "But it's not good to bite me... If they don't make a deal, they will get someone else to do the deal. As for handing over the murderer, I really don't know what to do. I haven't held them accountable for trespassing in violation of the agreement. How dare you attack me about entering the inner city?"

"Revenge? Let them take revenge, I want to see how much more blood they can shed."

Putting down his wine glass, the Viscount hugged the red-haired beauty in his arms: "Send someone to monitor Ossina... No, it is impossible for a deformed person to awaken psionic powers. Well, go to monitor the child of Ossena's family, monitor Ian."

"Such a young White People psyker, I never thought that there would be one in my own territory."

While the red-haired beauty was panting coquettishly, he calmly gave instructions: "Although Pude is my friend...but Port Harrison is my territory."

"Bai Zhimin, it's better to be quiet."

at the same time.

After being sent away respectfully by the maid, Elder Purdue walked out of the Viscount's mansion with herbs. He was faced with a rapid afternoon rain, and the fine and swift raindrops pulled long filaments in midair. Several attendants greeted him with umbrellas.

"Go and buy some fish, chicken, and some wheat, and give this box of medicine to the Oceana family, and tell that bad boy by the way, I have settled his affairs, and quit the black mushrooms in the future, and stop getting along with the natives. Time to take medicine to cure Elan, even if he is deformed, he is still a good guy in the clan."

"And you go and call Vice-Captain Red, come to the meeting hall at night, I want to ask him something about the guards and the recent aboriginal activities."

The white-haired old man ordered his two attendants to run errands, but after thinking about it, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'll go and see Brother Ossina and Ian Elland in person... After Ernesto's death, the port was in chaos. I really didn't have time to take good care of the children in 2010, and the clan owed them a family."

"And..." he murmured, with a thoughtful expression on his face: "It's really not normal."

He seemed to want to say something more, but the old man shook his head, sighed, and urged his followers, "Go quickly."

The entourage should be, Elder Pude walked to the fish market in the rain.

The fish market was still full of people and people, and it was quite prosperous, and no one was affected by the usual light rain.

But here, Elder Purdue saw a white-haired boy who theoretically should not appear here.

Ian, who was supposed to be resting in the house, was walking in the fish market with a look of interest at the moment.