Above The Sky
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Ian blinked, and his expression swiftly returned to normal, though his heart was filled with doubts, “That’s preposterous…”

“After losing his spouse, the current head of the Ellen Family married a princess.

Although she is a lesser princess without royal bloodline inheritance, she is nevertheless greatly favored by the emperor.”

Elder Prude explained with an unaffected demeanor, “The princess has but one son, who is the third direct son of the Ellen Family, Yisen Gard Ellen.

He is about fourteen this year, studying alchemy and alchemical biology at the Imperial Capital Royal Alchemy Association under a mentor.”

“I’m not very clear about the internal strife of the Ellen Family.

In any case, it’s not something we need to worry about…

But this time, the young master of the Ellen Family and his teacher have come to Harrison Port.”

At this point, the elder shook his head, “Tell me, who could persuade a mother, who dotes on her child, to send her only son from the safe and peaceful Imperial Capital to our dangerous countryside where one might be poisoned simply stepping outside?”

“At the very least…

a mere labyrinth wouldn’t suffice.

Even if this labyrinth gave birth to some extremely precious strategic Sublimation creature, it would still be impossible.”

Elder Prude naturally couldn’t know the true intentions of the Ellen Family, but his thoughts were correct—if the goals of the other party were unclear, then it was best to think broadly and precisely.”

—If not the emperor, who could have made them do this?

“Alright.”

Ian understood that Elder Prude was debriefing him—it was likely that Viscount Grant had also realized the implications after receiving the news, no wonder Lamar personally sought him out yesterday, probably having already met with the young master and his guardian.

However, it made no difference to him; he was simply changing the target of his performance to someone easier to fool.

Their conversation didn’t shy away from Mr.

Silver Workshop who was sitting behind them.

Occasionally Ian would look back at him, and the old gentleman would offer a slight smile as if he had heard nothing.

Since Viscount Grant had asked him to put on a performance, he would have been informed about the related suspicions and information.

After all, Mr.

Silver Workshop was never out of line.

Despite being extremely wealthy, a Sublimator, and holding a knightly title, he showed great respect and etiquette towards the true military power-holding Bloodline Nobility and possessed an excellent reputation.

During the Natives War six years ago, he risked having his merchant fleet destroyed to transport large quantities of food supplies to Harrison Port and in recent years, he had provided considerable convenience and help in the rebuilding and expansion of the port.

In fact, the crucial battle that took place in Amor Town that annihilated the Native forces had been supplied with goods that he had provided, awaiting transit in the town.

Whether in dire straits or during times of prosperity, Mr.

Silver Workshop lent his support.

Thus, even though he was not a confidant of the Viscount, he was someone who could be trusted.

Of course, Ian at present could also be considered as a reserve member of Viscount Grant’s inner circle.

After all, the boy was the successor of Elder Prude, theoretically the future Elder of the White Folks.

Moreover, ‘half a year ago,’ with the help of Elder Prude, he had taken Magic Potion and became a First Power Level ‘Wave Singer’.

Such a young First-Level Sublimator and Spirit Energy User, if he developed normally, would have the chance to reach the peak of the First Power Level and prepare the Second Energy Level Magic Potion before the age of thirty.

However, for ordinary people, this was almost impossible to achieve—the cost of the First Energy Level Magic Potion alone exceeded four thousand five hundred Talle, and the Second Energy Level Magic Potion required materials costing even more, not to mention the pricier formulas, fees charged by Alchemists, as well as various related information.

“I’m not worried about money, for I can always earn it… but the channels are still too few, only Harrison Port and a handful of merchants with whom I have good relations.”

With this in mind, Ian nodded to Elder Prude, then slowed his pace to walk alongside the old gentleman.

“Forgive my curiosity, sir, but from where did you acquire this Sublimation Plant?

It would help me prepare mentally before I assess it.”

This wasn’t an act; Ian was genuinely interested—though the Southern Ridge Mountains and jungles teemed with a variety of Sublimation Plants, a completely new species was a significant discovery, one worth boasting about for a long time.

“It’s a mutated Magical Plant.”

Mr.

Silver Workshop often used the folk term for Sublimation Plants, his tone tinged with excitement, “My adventurers were initially just hunting Perching Wood Feathered Snakes, thus they breached a nest, but unexpectedly, at the center of the jungle where the group of Feathered Serpents resided, they found a plant that emitted light, similar to Long-Beard Grass.”

“Injured Feathered Serpents, when near it, had their regeneration speed dramatically increased.

The adventurers had to exert far more effort than they had initially anticipated to exterminate them, but they also obtained this miraculous Magical Plant!”

“Merely by coming in close contact, the injuries of those adventurers healed completely, and even the areas that had to be cut off due to snake bites regrew new, tender flesh…”

Mr.

Silver Workshop spoke eloquently, his voice magnetic.

It sounded like a casual chat, but in reality, he conveyed all the necessary information.

Characteristics, abilities, uniqueness, similar Sublimation Plants…

everything that needed to be said was said.

“I see, indeed a stroke of good fortune.”

After expressing his admiration, Ian nodded slightly.

He already had a rough estimate in his mind.

And just at that moment, they arrived at the Harrison Pharmacy located on Central Avenue.

It was not yet eight o’clock, but there was already a significant amount of foot traffic, and the shop had opened early.

The resident physicians and apprentices were already busy providing purchasing and sales services to the many herbalists and adventurers coming and going from Harrison Port.

Inside the shop, there was even an elf mercenary communicating with an apprentice in a common tongue carrying a Canaan Moore accent—the elf nation of Canaan Moore was martial, with a birth rate not as low as depicted in fantasy works from a previous life, and correspondingly, their lifespan did not offer any special advantage compared to other races, merely an exceptionally sharp and quick perception and reaction speed.

But that wasn’t the issue.

Immediately, Ian activated Foresight View.

In his eyes, the entire pharmacy transformed into a massive entity made up of thick white and minimal blue mist, with the elf mercenary carrying a deep blue Magical Plant that seemed a bit like the Spirit-Focusing Herb commonly found around Harrison Port, but clearly with much greater medicinal effect, vastly different from ordinary Spirit-Focusing Herb.

He and the apprentice were arguing over the purchase price of the herbs on the wooden board beside them, but it was just ordinary haggling and would not erupt into conflict.

However, even the deep blue Magical Plant could not match the brilliance Ian was now witnessing.

Dazzling…

Two unmistakably bright purple mists, encircling a blue one, stood quietly on one side of the pharmacy.

They appeared so inconspicuous, as if they were just ordinary patients waiting for the physician to dispense medication.

But the light emanating from them completely exposed their true identities!

“Crap.”

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, the stunned White Folks youth almost gasped in shock: “Two Second Power Level—and a little one besides!

So, the young master of the Ellen Family and his guardians that Viscount was talking about have been here waiting for me all along?!”

“No wonder he reminded me to ‘give it my all’…

This audience for the show is way too luxurious!”