Capítulo 1958: Chapter 8: Opinion Offensive and Grant’s Hostage
Overall, they each have their own trajectory for the future, and what Ian does is rely ensure that their paths do not branch too much, allowing them to reach the desired outco.
Except for Cotes, the son of Marquis Grant, he is a genuine ‘young generation’ that Ian has witnessed since birth… Ian can completely shape his future.
“Duke of Silverpeak.”
In the parlor, Ailes Grant, slightly aged but more relaxed and whose power has fully stabilized at the Third Energy Level, brought a small boy with deep blue hair who was looking at Ian with curiosity, smilingly asked Ian, “How should I address you in the future? Duke Aljomun or Archduke Nanling?”
“Although I wish to maintain dignity, when familiar people et privately, just call Ian.”
Ian chatted warmly with Marquis Grant for a while. They often contacted each other, as Harrison Port is the area most closely connected to Ian’s forces, Canaan Moore, and Whale Song Cliff. As Ian’s mariti trade prospers, Ian’s interests with Marquis Grant beco increasingly intertwined.
In this, Marquis Grant consistently supports Ian with all his might. Not to ntion, during the demon disaster, he, then Viscount Grant, piloted the Aether Armant to lend a hand.
“Honestly, I didn’t see it at the ti; you hid it so well.”
Knowing Ian doesn’t like drinking, after sharing a few cups of tea with Ian, Marquis Grant reflected, “Thinking about it now, if I hadn’t let you go back then, I might have been the first stepping stone for you—revisiting it now is truly frightening.”
“That’s not really the case.” Ian smiled and gestured modestly, not fully denying the statent, “Probably I’d just suddenly leave without saying goodbye one day…”
“Then unexpectedly return one day to knock down?” Grant interjected, laughing heartily and stroked the small boy’s hair beside him, “Cotes, co greet your teacher.”
“Greetings, Teacher!”
Upon hearing his father, Little Cotes obediently stood up and perford a formal noble courtesy to Ian—who could tell that this wasn’t trained, but rather Cotes truly knew this etiquette.
“Hmm.” Nodding slightly, Ian naturally accepted the greeting, then said with so surprise, “Is this what a born Sublimator looks like? A re three years old and already seems very agile in thought, having learned quite a lot.”
“Heh heh…” Hearing this, Little Cotes felt a bit embarrassed and smiled, but said nothing. Ian looked all the more delighted, “Hey, Marquis, my disciple is much more open than you, even a bit of a closet extrovert.”
This possibly reflects the ‘mory of inheritance’ spoken of by True Dragons. As long as one follows the path of Bloodline True Form, their bloodline mory keeps completing, until finally, a newborn child can, like a True Dragon, possess the entire knowledge foundation of their family’s bloodline, even its ‘civilization.’
This is also a wide and straight path, just not as good as the Arcane Pathway.
Because the Arcane Pathway also has similar techniques.
“Haha.” Hearing Ian refer to ‘my disciple’ right off the bat, Marquis Grant laughed happily, he gave a gentle look at his child, then patted Cotes’ back, signaling him to stand by Ian.
The Marquis felt quite sentintal, “After all, the South Ridge where he grew up is not the South Ridge that I lived in… The pressures he faces aren’t as great as my generation experienced. His mother and I have always been by his side.”
“If I had grown up this easily, I might have this kind of character too.”
At this point, Marquis Grant looked at Ian and slightly bowed with respect, “All of this is because of you, Ian. Until now, I didn’t fully grasp the purpose behind all your actions.”
“Under your reign, perhaps all the children in this land can grow up as carefree as Cotes.”
“I don’t know if this is good or bad, but when it cos to the kids… I still wish they could grow up more easily.”
“Indeed.”
Ian reached out, lifting Little Cotes using a mist of water. He noticed Cotes was not surprised at all, instinctively interacting with Ian’s Water Elent Origin, almost feeling as if he was ‘swimming.’
Abyssal Leviathan Bloodline… truly a high-quality True Form Bloodline Inheritance capable of forming the Fifth Energy Level bloodline.
“Exceptional aptitude.”
Setting Cotes down on his own lap, Ian seriously examined his disciple’s various qualifications while conversing with Marquis Grant, “Marquis, there’s no need for any roundabouts; I actually don’t require you to send Cotes here as a hostage. I’ve accepted him as my student, and I will teach him earnestly.”
“However, there’s sothing I must tell you upfront…”
At this point, Ian’s tone lowered, making Marquis Grant’s expression turn serious, “As my disciple, by nature, he is volunteering to be my experint subject.”
“On him, I will conduct ‘experints’ that only a child his age can undergo. I have basic ethics and won’t make other people’s children experint subjects, but if it’s my disciple, then that’s different.”
In Marquis Grant’s astonished eyes, Ian seriously stated, “Even so, are you willing to entrust Cotes into my care?”
“If not, Cotes will still be my disciple, but unable to access so of my core inheritances.”
“Huh?”
After several seconds of shock, Marquis Grant was perplexed and uttered two words: “…That’s all?”
Clearly relieved, Marquis Grant reclined on the sofa in the parlor, while Cotes sitting obediently on Ian’s lap showed no fear at Ian’s previous statent, not the slightest scared by Ian’s words. Marquis laughed aloud, “I thought you intended to say sothing major, Ian, turns out it’s just this, isn’t this straightforwardly proper?”
Ian: “?”
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