Above The Sky
Chapter 218 - 218 207 Ian's Armament 33 ask for monthly pass!

218: Chapter 207 Ian’s Armament (3/3, ask for monthly pass!) 218: Chapter 207 Ian’s Armament (3/3, ask for monthly pass!) The Aether Armament battle above the sky temporarily didn’t affect the actions of the people in the sea.

While steering the Ironclad Shark, Ian noticed that Yisen Gard had snapped out of his distracted state, and turned his head to ask, “Are you okay?

What’s going on, your uncle seems hell-bent on taking your life.

Are you sure you haven’t offended him before?

You didn’t, like, pee on him when you were a kid or something?”

“How is that possible!?”

Simple but effective, to rebuff Ian’s nonsense, Yisen Gard immediately lifted his head and objected, “Uncle Pat has always been very kind to me, and I’ve been well-behaved since I was a child, never randomly…

never…”

As he spoke, his tone fell again, “He was really very good to me…

So why…”

“Indeed.”

Narrowing his eyes, Ian had already locked on to Master Gossay and the Armor Suit with Spirit Energy—their locations were close to each other, making them relatively easy to find.

The old man’s body was unexpectedly heavy, sinking like a rock towards the deep sea.

Ian urged Shasha to speed up, and then reached out and plucked, easily grabbing the unconscious Alchemy Master with his right hand.

The moment he took hold of him, the young man realized that the old man’s body was particularly tough, not the toughness of some kind of inner armor, but the kind of hardness that felt like metal-textured skin.

Recalling how Master Gossay never took off his alchemy robe and often hunched his back, Ian couldn’t help but speculate.

But now wasn’t the time to verify it.

“Ian, help me, inject this potion into my teacher!”

Realizing that his teacher still had vital signs, Yisen Gard also quickly took out a vial with a needle attached, filled with pale green potion—since the White Folks youth only had two hands, he couldn’t help with giving medicine, so he could only bring the two men closer together, allowing Yisen Gard to inject the potion at the back of the old man’s neck himself.

Sizzle…

The potion was emptied, and Master Gossay’s skin, charred black by thunder and lightning, immediately began to mend substantially, with many carbon scabs peeling away and fresh skin visibly regrowing.

It was at least a Second Tier Regeneration Potion…

These nobles carried with them casual trinkets worth hundreds, or even more expensive, valuable items.

At this moment, with Yisen Gard clamped in his left hand, Master Gossay in his right, and the Ironclad Shark clamped between his legs, Ian was fully loaded with his own armament modules.

It was not until then that he had time to continue speaking with a relieved Yisen Gard.

“He really was good to you.

That is what puzzles me, that guy really quite liked you, almost as if he treated you like his son.”

Ian’s Spirit Energy could discern people’s emotions and many subtle changes; he was certain that Patrick, in interacting with Yisen Gard, did indeed regard him with extreme closeness, and that affection was indeed heartfelt—which is exactly why, at first, he did not even intend to take Yisen’s life, only wanting to strip him of his potential, nothing more.

In the context of noble strife on the Terra Continent, that was already incredibly tender.

Only because of Ian’s interference did the plan spiral out of control, one after the other, forcing him to resort to violence and, like now, to act forcefully at the expense of his own life.

What could make an elderly noble of a prominent family give up his life just to die alongside a successor and relative he was very close to?

There was absolutely no reason!

If Yisen Gard became the head of the Ellen Family, Patrick’s glory and riches might even surpass his present status!

Unless…

“Yisen Gard.”

Ian asked thoughtfully, “Does that uncle of yours…

have children?”

“Ah?”

The golden-haired young man was taken aback by the question.

He blinked his lake-green eyes, and his gaze showed utter confusion, “Uncle Pat…

it seems he’s never been in love?

I’m not quite sure, but at least, he’s never cared about women.”

As he spoke, Yisen fell silent for a while before murmuring somewhat embarrassedly, “Actually, we’ve always joked in private…

that he likes men, like his old friend Viscount Grant or something…”

—What lady-killer Viscount?

Could it be that he’s one of those highly popular types on the Terra Continent?

Ian really wanted to scoff; what kinds of worthless gossip did these nobles indulge in their spare time?

How about some valuable intelligence?

“Viscount Grant prefers redheads; if it’s true, then it seems your uncle doesn’t stand a chance.”

He muttered, then frowned, “No children, huh?

That is indeed strange.”

Forget it.

Not being able to find a reason to attack someone else right away isn’t a big deal; after all, it is Yisen Gard and Master Gossay who should be worrying about that.

As for Ian himself, what he needed to do now was very simple.

“There it is, right ahead!”

Urging Shasha, Ian harnessed the power of the Fairy Wings, pointing decisively towards the location ahead bathed in a purple glow: “It’s that Armor Suit!

Take me right beside it!”

“Woah, woah!” the Ironclad Shark excitedly sped up—it wasn’t the least bit afraid of the bunch of Second Tier Powerhouses converging here.

In fact, it was quite the opposite, loving the thrill of danger.

…This might be because the teacher was too strong, giving the Shark a false sense of security.

Ian thought that he needed to find an opportunity to correct this misconception.

Because the battle that was about to unfold…

would definitely not be the minor skirmishes he had with the sea beasts and pirates before…

As the Ironclad Shark approached the Armor Suit, Ian set Yisen Gard and Master Gossay down, had them take and inject the Underwater Breathing Elixir, and entrusted Shasha to look after the two.

Then, he approached the Armor Suit himself.

The watery glow of light shone, Ian activated Foresight View.

“Let’s see how your door opens…”

Murmuring softly to himself, it wasn’t long before the young man knew where the switch was.

He smiled, “Just as I thought, it’s right here.”

At that moment,

While Patrick was confronting Viscount Grant, in the distance, two Soaring Surge Gargantuan Eels belonging to the Natives also arrived at the area.

— Unexpectedly, Pat has just been with me for a few days and he’s already involved with the Natives…

Or is he also involved with spies from Fiery Flame Land?

— No, Fiery Flame Land has nothing to do with him, the Natives’ arrival this time is probably not due to his invitation, but rather for the Key in my possession.

The Viscount’s mind was unexpectedly calm amidst many unforeseen events.

Precisely because he had a premonition…

or rather, he instinctively felt that something wasn’t right, so he wasn’t very surprised by the current situation, and he could even clearly understand the intentions and reasons behind various parties’ actions.

Hence, he was just…

extremely puzzled and regretful.

His old friend actually wanted to fight him, had ambushed their mutual teacher, and was now collaborating with the Natives to stand against him—if what he was doing was for some grand scheme, like treason or competing for the head of the Ellen Family, Viscount Grant might actually understand.

After all, behaving erratically is normal for Nobles, and going mad for power, wealth, and strength is even more common; everyone could empathize.

But look at what Patrick was doing?

He actually drew his sword against me just to kill my nephew!

“If he had discussed it with me beforehand…

this sort of thing isn’t something we can’t talk about!”

Thinking about it, the Viscount felt utterly vexed—killing a junior was just a minor issue for people like them, did it really require so much sneaking around?

Although Yisen Gard was indeed well-behaved, he wasn’t one of their own, so what if he were killed?

Of course, for the sake of the domain’s development and safety, he would definitely refuse and even persuade Patrick to back down.

But no matter what, the deed was already done.

“Patrick with a Dimflower Seedling, along with two Soaring Surge Gargantuan Eels…

I suppose it’s manageable.”

Lowering his head, Viscount Grant gazed at the churning sea, feeling the Crystal Stone within him pulsate with a comforting coolness: “After all, the sea…”

“Is my home turf.”

However, just as Viscount Grant was preparing for an unfair one-on-three battle,

He was surprised to discover that the two Gargantuan Eels, arriving in tandem, actually split up.

One continued to press towards him.

While the other…

dove into the deep sea.

Heading for their true target!

…

[3 chapters today, asking for double monthly votes.

I’ll try to add more chapters tomorrow and the day after since I’ve just finished an online course today, and the schedule’s a bit tight.]