459: Chapter 429: Where Did the Shark Enthusiast Co From (2/3) 459: Chapter 429: Where Did the Shark Enthusiast Co From (2/3) Just when Ian was having his doubts, a robust elf, wearing no garnts but covered in a tangled array of vines and leaves, approached him on foot.
He appeared completely at ease, as if he were strolling in his own ho, “Yes, I’m talking about you.
Cute ice fairy, who else do you think it could be?”
This elf was extrely tall, his height exceeding two and a half ters; Ian only reached up to around his chest, and even when seated on a cal beast, Ian was a bit lower.
The vines that entangled his body were unusually dense, almost resembling a kind of plant-based armor, and the outermost vines were even translucent, with a dark blue luminescent liquid flowing inside.
Woody tendrils crept along the sides of his cheeks and behind his ears, where two scythe-like hard long leaves grew, standing erect like so sort of long horns or antennas.
If one thought it was primitive, they would be utterly mistaken; Ian could tell at a glance that those vines were not ordinary at all, but a type of Sublimation Plants, and they had been ticulously tailored, sowhat similar to the Aether Armant Dark Brilliance of the Ellen Family.
In other words, this was biological equipnt, a living armor suit!
“Is your companion an Iron Armor Shark?”
The towering elf arrived in front of Ian and, in sharp contrast to his imposing body, his voice was incredibly gentle and magnetic, instantly making people feel at ease, to the point where even the sowhat panicked cal beast cald down, “I sense its presence from you… It has only recently evolved, full of potential, and is unimaginably healthy.”
His tone was filled with emotion, “I haven’t seen such a healthy Iron Armor Shark in Canaan Moore for decades.
If it weren’t for urgent matters, I really would have liked to see that cute little fellow.”
“Hello… I think it would certainly appreciate your complint.”
This was Ian’s first real encounter with a Third Energy Level individual; he replied cautiously, “Do you have a fondness for sharks?”
“Perhaps it’s a kinship.”
The towering elf gave a wide grin, revealing a row of shining shark teeth that created a dangerous yet harmonious contradiction, “But mainly I’ve never seen such a healthy shark.
You’ve done a great job raising it.
As expected of a fairy, you are good at nurturing animals and plants.”
He glanced at the white hair inside Ian’s hood, “That little fairy also looks quite healthy, but South Ridge is too hot and not very stimulating, make it a small cold storage, and it will evolve soon enough.”
“Thank you very much for the advice.”
Beyond surprise and joy, Ian saw clearly that Master Oak had no interest in humans at all; he could only see his Fairy Bloodline and Shasha, and his interest in Shasha was far greater than in Ian himself.
As for the condition of the Frost Butterfly, Ian had already considered it, but Master Oak’s hint completely confird it.
“I won’t disturb you, guest of the general.”
The colossal elf extended his hand to pat Ian’s shoulder, and turning to leave, he laughed heartily, “Indeed, one must go out from ti to ti.
How else would I encounter such a healthy shark?
The wonders of nature are on par with those of ecological labs.”
Master Oak ca in a hurry and left in a hurry, his character was far removed from what Ian had imagined of an elven master, not exactly personable, but also not quite self-absorbed or arrogant.
He was a strange contradiction, yet quite harmonious.
As for him making a special trip to greet Ian…
Ian turned his head, looking at the thing Master Oak had ‘left behind’ on his shoulder…
“Oh.”
The young man shook his head slightly, thinking, “It seems I’ve been treated as an interdiary for a duel… But it’s not necessarily a bad thing, at least there’s no malice towards .”
“However, how did he recognize that I am ‘’, and how did he find in the crowd?”
It’s likely still my Fairy Bloodline and the aura of the Frost Butterfly, after all.
The Fae of South Ridge are indeed sparse, and those of the water attribute even rarer.
Occasionally seen, plus the Little Fairy carried with them, should be enough to confirm their identity.
But such keen sensitivity to aura…
“Lucky that I learned the Concealnt Technique from the Dragon Worship Cult; otherwise, he would have seen my Ancient Dragon Core with just one glance,”
Watching as Master Oak’s team disappeared on the road leading south to a coastal town, Ian turned his head and continued towards Nauman City.
The bustle of the Eastern District was even more boisterous than Twin Trees Town, or rather, this place was really where rchants converged.
The expansive Firmiana Square was surrounded by a variety of billboards and interdiary advertisents, with at least five different signs on the walls of the inns pointing towards different shops.
The only advantage was that there were more cultured people in Nauman City.
Seeing the Alchemy badge that Ian wore and his alchemical potion with a skull on it, they would wisely steer clear and not approach, unlike illiterate thieves who might co up to pilfer or steal.
At least they recognized the potions.
After finding his way to the Silver Bazaar Company, and with the help of the staff who already knew Ian would be arriving, the young man arranged his luggage.
He then changed into the attire prepared by Mr.
Silver Workshop through prior communication, intended for wearing at the Marquis’s dinner.
“The Marquis dislikes formal wear—the flashier, the less he likes it.
But you’re not a military man, and he wouldn’t be pleased if you actually showed up in Armor Suit either, he would only think you’ve never set foot on a battlefield and would wonder how you have the nerve to strut around looking like that,”
Mr.
Silver Workshop had advised so during their ti in Twin Trees Town.
He was indeed very familiar with Marquis Barton and had personally selected a set of clothes for Ian: “Are you planning to go as an Alchemist or as a Knight from Harrison Port?
The forr?
Then wear a formal robe, one you could also wear in battle, at least he will think you’re more competent.”
The robe Mr.
Silver Workshop prepared for Ian was a white Alchemy robe with black edges, hemd to the calf, with a circle of silver tal stars as ornants at the bottom hem, also serving as weights to prevent it from flipping up.
The belt was naturally the one Ian brought with him, an Alchemist’s belt that he fastened tightly, along with a pouch because ‘how could an Alchemist show professionalism without carrying Alchemical Potions?’ Mr.
Silver Workshop was very clear that the Marquis liked professionals and respected technicians.
Besides that, there wasn’t much else.
Ian looked at the equipnt on his body, feeling it was indeed well-fitting, but actually not suitable for adventuring.
It’s not a matter of material, as this Alchemy robe felt similar to silk but was actually woven from the silk of Alien Insects, incredibly tough and capable of withstanding blades.
It wouldn’t be difficult to layer armor plates inside the lining either.
If necessary, he could simply unbutton the robe and wear a leather armor underneath, although unsightly, that would be practical.
It was unsuitable for adventuring mainly because of the color—the garnt was far too white, practically the sa shade as his own hair, which would surely get muddied with every splash of mud, water, or falling leaves, becoming dirty and necessitating frequent cleaning, extrely troubleso.
“Why must they always pair with white clothes?
The Viscount did so, Mr.
Silver Workshop as well,” Ian thought with so helplessness: “I actually prefer lake green and golden red, but unfortunately, those two tones are indeed hard to match…”
He had never been particularly interested in clothing, but wearing formally for formal occasions was not just a courtesy to others but also respect for oneself.
A completely refreshed Ian stepped out of the company’s door and proceeded towards the Upper City District.
Without wearing a hood, from ti to ti, people would glance at him as he passed by.
Even as he crossed the bridge over the Nauman Wei River, no guard checked his identity—perhaps Ian’s appearance was too distinctive, and with his natural deanor and tidy clothes, they felt no need to check, as he would be easy to find at a glance.
Only when he approached the street where the Governor’s Mansion was located did a polite Knight inquire about his identity, and upon seeing the badge given by Marquis Barton, he personally escorted him into the front yard.
But Ian did not feel that the security in the Upper City District was lax.
“Walking all the way here, I’ve been watched by five people, with twenty-three different instances of prying eyes…
It seems that in this place, even a fly flying by is under surveillance, right?”
“Oh, I forgot, the Upper City District has no flies or pests.”
Foresight View and the highlighted figures in the Silver Chip were ubiquitous, and Ian even suspected that he had entered a highly secret military camp rather than the bustling streets of an affluent city area—even the towering spires of the Alchemy Workshop had people using telescopes to survey the entire city from the top.
“They must not be afraid of being struck down by lightning on a rainy day.”
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