Above The Sky
Chapter 202 - 202 191 The Day of Setting Sail 13

202: Chapter 191: The Day of Setting Sail (1/3) 202: Chapter 191: The Day of Setting Sail (1/3) This is indeed a problem, Viscount Grant frowned deeply.

Clearly, what Ian had said was correct, he truly had been aware of the unrest among the Tenglan Tribe recently, and had indeed considered the possibility of their impact on the Deep Sea Crystal Dragon…

but his original intention was to use these natives’ mischief to enhance his own key role in this mission.

Native attacks on the exploration team, the local lord desperately rescuing them, although the main credit was due to the Ellen Family, the Grant Family would make an indelible contribution to the ultimate success!

That was the perfect script!

However, if mixed with assassins who planned on a fierce assault on Yisen Gard, as well as the potential surprise forces in Fiery Flame Land…

“I understand now, indeed, this might be even more dangerous than I had imagined.”

Stopping in his tracks, Viscount Grant nodded solemnly, and said to Ian and Elder Prude, “Prude, come with me to check on the Conquest Ripple later, I need to be ready to deploy it at any time and any place.”

“No problem.”

Since it was something that could help with Ian’s safety, Elder Prude did not hesitate at all—Viscount Grant then said some encouraging words to Ian, praising him for his meticulous mind and sharp senses, and then left with Prude.

Their actions were always swift and decisive… after all, they were different from the nobles in the Central Region of The Empire.

Right next to Harrison Port, there really were natives!

Those without such ability to act had long since perished.

And Ian, having received assurances, did not rest either; he went to his workshop as quickly as possible to start preparing and adjusting some related Alchemical Potions.

The departure by sea was within this week, before the storm hit.

Although he had some potion reserves from before, having more was definitely not a bad thing…

it would at most just mean spending more money.

“Thank goodness for the payment Mr.

Silver Workshop gave me the other day, otherwise I would definitely have gone bankrupt this time.”

In the workshop, a fish tank-like element extraction pool lit up with a faint blue glow.

Ian gazed at the alchemy matrix slowly transforming in the pool, but he did not feel fear in his heart, instead, he felt anticipation for the upcoming exploration, “Although I’ve been thinking about dangers and conspiracies these past few days…”

“But labyrinths, and dragon species…

these are all things I’ve never seen before.”

In the pale blue water light, the reflection of the young man’s eyes showed a slight smile, “It’s really…

exciting.”

Time flew quickly, and the days passed in preparation and waiting.

Yisen Gard and Master Gossay were preparing plans to prevent possible assaults.

Patrick was still scheming some unknown plot.

The natives’ unrest had become so apparent that even ordinary people at Harrison Port could sense it, and the routes of the Guard Squads were increasingly pushed forward, clearly in search of loopholes and opportunities.

Viscount Grant and Elder Prude had not left the arsenal beneath the Viscount’s Mansion for several days, while Aam Knights like Lamar and others were also busy organizing logistics and funding for the fleet.

The sea itself seemed to have fallen into silence; the recent tranquility of the Southern Sea was unsettling for fishermen because in this season, the calmer the days, the more violent the typhoons that followed would be.

As for pirates, Ian was not very clear about the situation, but the Silver Chip showed that they had changed their location to a spot beyond the chip’s maximum detection range.

However, Shasha had been tracking them from a distance and would come from time to time to report to Ian, so he was not completely in the dark.

Outsiders of the Imperial Capital, Harrison Port, the Natives, and pirates.

Add to that the ‘Deep Sea Crystal Dragon,’ which the majority of the powers see as a target…

It can be said that the entire coast of the Nanling Province is on the verge of a storm.

And today—April 16th of the year 773 in the Era of Terra.

The storm has arrived.

The morning of April 16th.

The oppressive morning air made it unbearable to lie in bed, causing many elderly to get up early and gaze at the mountainous clouds over the sea and the strong winds blowing through the forest seas.

Those who had lived in the Southern Sea for decades knew better than anyone that a rare storm was coming, descending upon this extremely humid and enervating day.

But just as the storm could not halt the exploration ships of the Platinum Iridium Workshop from setting sail to the open sea, the humid weather could not dampen the appetite of the young White Folks boy.

“Hey, slow down, don’t choke…”

After his morning exercise, Ian had just come out of the kitchen, bringing a pot of kelp and pork rib soup when he saw the breakfast on the table had already been wiped out by his brother.

Bread, meat soup, eggs, and the carefully prepared grilled magical fish steak—more precisely, Ian’s handmade fish steak burger, which also included high-quality lettuce leaves, tomatoes, and crushed sour berries.

One bite and it was full of healthy flavors.

Telling people in this era that a burger was some kind of junk food, undervaluing the nutritional content of the ingredients, was simply wrong.

In an age where many people could barely afford oil, being able to fry a fish steak was already a luxury.

“Hm?”

Hearing Ian’s voice, Elan looked up somewhat blankly, still holding onto the last bit of bread and minced meat from his fish steak burger.

The boy’s mouth was bulging, clearly enjoying the meal, looking exactly like a Redwood giant squirrel.

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“It’s fine, as long as you didn’t choke.”

Shaking his head slightly, even though Elan’s appetite was nowhere near his own, Ian was well aware that this was probably the ‘side effect’ of suppressing the mutation in Elan.

Or rather, reasonable development.

The Iron Bone in Elan’s shoulder hadn’t stopped growing due to malnutrition and hence hadn’t mutated.

It was now starting to develop slowly…

This development was a very slow process, basically growing along with the boy’s normal bones.

It was somewhat like how offsprings of Sublimators beyond the Third Energy Level spontaneously awaken their Bloodline seeds.

Once Elan goes through puberty, the Iron Bone would gradually mature into a whole elementary Sublimation Organ.

During this process, Elan would at times consume a vast amount of nutrients, storing them in the Iron Bone, preparing for the official sublimation during puberty.

However, if he failed to cross the threshold at that time, those nutrients would instead become fuel for mutation, consuming Elan’s life and creating terrifying mutated tissues.

“The Silver Peak Emissary’s Magic Potion has shown some promise, but the main issue is obtaining the materials…

And truthfully, the Silver Peak Emissary clearly lacks potential.

I can only extract some of its components, as an add-on for the Fairy Bloodline, rather than truly transforming Elan into a Silver Peak Emissary.”

Rubbing the little boy’s head, Ian sent him to wash the dishes on his own—Elan was nearly nine, and doing chores was only natural.

Besides, anyone who enjoys cooking knows that cooking is one thing, but washing dishes after eating is another matter entirely.