And surprisingly, the South Ridge Governor, Marquis Barton, tacitly approved such a developnt!
Evidently, as stated in the data, this young Prophet of the Empire is not rely a Prophet, nor just a genius pursuing the Path of Sublimation... he is also a scholarly and technically adept Noble with exceptional practical application skills.
So, what was the outco?
Of course, it led to even more joyfully and decisively investing money!
Wow, surely no one really thinks investing in a Prophet would yield losses, right?
Right now, it looks like win-win-win, and in the end, it is still win-win-win!
The only ones suffering are Scott and Adalbert, among others — they have truly been overwheld recently, not only having to deal with those mysterious investors who appear from nowhere and are suspiciously wealthy, but also having to be on edge about the safety of their own Lord.
As things stand, Ian’s experiences at the Exotic Species Research Institute have already made their way back to the Xiawei Territory, and they’ve heard all about the true identity and dangers faced by their own Lord, without missing a single word.
And then, there were gasps of astonishnt!
— How co I didn’t know?! I’ve worked with Ian for seven or eight years, how did I not know he’s the second disciple of the First Knight?! Okay, well, I might have vaguely guessed, but I didn’t expect it to be this significant... This is a manager among the Iron Folk.
— No wonder the boss’s swordsmanship is so good! This is a Seaborn Swordsman.
— Things have really blown up... but it’s true to form for Ian; now there’s absolutely no shortage of research funding. This is a Deceased Monarch Researcher.
— I already liked our Lord, and now I like him even more. The vast majority of the populace in Xiawei Territory.
Of course, where there is goodwill, there is also malice.
As it stands, the Fiery Fla Land finally understood what kind of person had wiped out their clandestine operatives and hidden units in South Ridge from the start.
It was the Prophet!
"Damn it..."
The forr Nanling Special Combat Team Leader of the Fiery Fla Land, now the administrative head of docuntation for the Fiery Fla Land special forces, Nemo, sat at his desk, clenching a pen in his hand so tightly that he crushed it between his teeth.
A sudden surge of unexplainable anger rose from his heart and stomach to his throat: "I kept wondering why it was easier for the Empire to uproot our spies than to pull out radishes... turns out they had a Prophet!"
"It’s not my fault, it’s not my fault! It would have been the sa outco for anyone in my position!"
When there’s a Prophet, catching a spy really is easier than pulling out radishes — even if the Prophet’s ability isn’t centered around finding people, the Prophet’s perceptiveness is far superior to that of other Sublimators, making ordinary concealnt thods as obvious as a glaring highlight in front of them.
At this mont, Nemo is filled with schadenfreude — because he knows that the Fiery Fla Land has made so moves against South Ridge in recent tis, and the one in charge is his successor.
Now, that guy must be in quite a predicant, right?
Trying to infiltrate the territory of a Prophet? The territory of a First Knight’s disciple?
Haha, either break the military oath set forth or end up disgracefully defeated and demoted just like him! It’s even possible to die, hahaha!
Where he failed, no one else should expect to succeed!
In fact, this is exactly the case — upon learning this news, the current Nanling Special Combat Team Leader beca chilled to the bone, with tears nearly spilling uncontrollably from his eyes.
What craziness is this, initially having True Dragons and Mountaineer Sacred Lands was already hard enough, and now you’re telling their Lord is a Prophet?
I don’t want to play anymore!
Though he said this, in reality, he accelerated the infiltration plan — taking advantage of Ian’s absence, the Prophet, he had to make a desperate effort!
But little did he know... this was also anticipated by Ian early on.
Sio’s true form concealed within the clouds, watched rather boredly as the hidden base nestled in the mountains, having returned to South Ridge with her mother, the King of the Mountain, early on, had long since discovered the enemy’s hiding place but had no intention of destroying it imdiately.
"Ah, if Ian hadn’t asked to leave a seed, allowing the movents of the Fiery Fla Land to be traceable, I’d really want to wipe them all out."
The True Dragon grumbled: "Then again, what are they even trying to do..."
Imperial Capital.
"...Prophet...First Knight... I see."
Avrilena Ellen, the mother of Yisen Gard, narrowed her eyes as she read through the intelligence in her hands. The blonde, beautiful woman first fell silent and then displayed a satisfied smile: "No wonder Yisen trusts him so much. Perhaps he’s known this all along."
Murmuring to herself, she made a note, tripling the support that Yisen Gard provided to Ian.
"But..." shaking her head slightly, Lady Ellen’s tone turned cold: "How dare he not tell his mother. Is it that he doesn’t trust ?"
Yet she sighed afterward: "Ah, kids do grow up..."
anwhile, in Canaan Moore, getting ready to return ho with Ian, Yisen Gard felt a chill.
"The air conditioning in this laboratory is indeed a bit cold..."
Shaking his head slightly, Yisen Gard sighed while waiting in the embassy: "I wonder if Ian’s surgery went smoothly..."
It was called surgery, but in actuality, it was the restructuring of a body.
Lately, aside from indulging himself in browsing (copying and pasting) the Elves’ collection in the World Tree Library, Ian has been awaiting Adalbert to deliver his ’heart.’
And just a few days ago, the heart arrived through the Platinum Iridium Workshop channels, so Ian began to reach out to the Fairy Clan, attempting to fashion a brand new Fairy body for himself.
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