Chapter 222 - 211: Who knows who will get involved in whose mess! (4/4, ask for monthly tickets!)

Chapter 222: Chapter 211: Who knows who will get involved in whose mess! (4/4, ask for monthly tickets!)

"Oh?"

Even though he was currently in a period of fleeing, the mention of gossip, especially gossip about Bloodline Inheriting, instantly energized Ian.

Of course, the Elf Pirates didn’t think so; his face showed terror as he shook his head, seemingly not wanting to hear such sensitive secrets at all.

Master Gossay naturally didn’t mind these reactions. He stretched out his hand and patted the blonde youth’s head, "Ian, you know that Yisen’s mother was a princess, and his maternal grandfather was none other than His Majesty Akseir... although Princess Afrina did not inherit the royal Bloodline, her very existence could enhance the compatibility of other Bloodline descendants with the royal Bloodline."

"But conversely, for a symbiotic or parasitic Bloodline that rarely exhibits abnormal reactions like the Eclipsing Light Refining Dragon, this is also a method to increase their adaptability to the Fifth Energy Level—an optimization and an experiment unlikely to produce many deformations."

While gently stroking the hair of the boy who had buried his face in his knees, the old man said with some pity, "Yisen Gard... is most likely the carrier for that experiment. A carrier for an experiment that even I do not know the specifics of."

"This could be a sign of the great rise of the Ellen Family, or possibly a surreptitious method for the royal family to assimilate the large nobility, or even a conspiracy, a preliminary step to a grander scheme."

"If I had to consider the likelihood of Patrick’s involvement, perhaps it is precisely for this reason—the Ellen Family is being drawn in too closely by the royal family, gradually losing its independence... In such a situation, it might be better for Yisen Gard to die than to live."

"And the source of all this is the ’birth’ of Yisen Gard."

"Is that so?" After listening, Ian felt he vaguely grasped some ideas, "So, is the first wife of Marquis Erlen truly a natural death? No wonder he doesn’t seem very concerned with either his legitimate or illegitimate eldest sons."

"But Patrick does not seem like someone who would go to such lengths for the sake of family either."

Moreover...

When Ian thought about how Patrick initially hadn’t intended to kill Yisen Gard, but merely intended to halt his advancement potential, he fell silent for a moment before finally saying, "So, Master Gossay, are you also part of this plan?"

"Yes. It’s a major topic, and I couldn’t possibly refuse when His Majesty invited me."

Master Gossay did not deny this, the old man reassuringly pat Yisen’s right hand and tapped the latter’s shoulder, "But don’t misunderstand, Yisen is my student, and that’s paramount. Any plan must be to the benefit of my student."

"After all, my student..." the elder’s voice trailed off with a hint of melancholy, but then he firmed up at the end.

With an unwavering tone, he said, "I will protect."

Ian did not say much more and continued to operate the Armor Suit to move forward.

All these were mere conjectures; Patrick had already made his move and had become their enemy.

However, analyzing the reasons behind the adversary’s actions could also provide Ian with more information.

His Spirit Energy premonition told him although this information was currently of little use, for him, as the inheritor of ’The Black King and The Unyielding Fortress,’ it might hold another significance.

Having noted down this information, Ian also perceived that Yisen Gard was in a terrible emotional state.

"I also don’t want..."

This noble youth, his head buried between his arms and knees, sobbed in a low and fragile voice, "I didn’t want it to be like this... If I had a choice, I wouldn’t want to be born for such a purpose..."

"Uncle..."

At the end of the day, he was still just a child... a child who had always been learning Alchemy, living in an ivory tower.

Betrayed by an uncle whom he had always respected and even wanted to kill, this kind of shock was indeed a bit too much.

"Hey."

So after giving it some thought, Ian began to speak in comfort, "Bloodline nobility is all like this. Yisen, think of the positives, if you weren’t born into such a nobility, you might have starved to death as a child, or been captured by the natives as a sacrifice, you know? I almost got captured along with my brother for a sacrifice when I was a kid."

"You’re still alive now, aren’t you? Look on the bright side."

Although Ian was not good at comforting people, his sincerity was definitely in the right place.

After all, Yisen Gard was not really some fragile little boy, at his age, nobles should theoretically set out to manage their family’s estate or, as now, contribute to the family by completing tasks.

But being betrayed by someone close was indeed difficult to fully accept immediately.

"I understand. I am very clear that I will not waste my fortune."

Soon, the blond youth took a deep breath, wiped away his tears, and perked up, "I’m sorry, Ian, for getting you caught up in our Ellen Family’s internal strife... I am truly sorry."

"No need."

The white-haired youth shook his head slightly, he had a vague premonition, rather than being dragged into the internal strife of the Ellen Family, it seemed that the Ellen Family had been embroiled in a larger conspiracy related to him, or rather, to ’Hiliard’ and ’Inega II’.

——Dragged into it? Not necessarily.

Who is really dragged into whose mess, in a sense, it’s really hard to say.

So, Ian said quite earnestly, "I don’t mind the danger — as long as you remember to give me ample reward afterward."

"Unlike you, I am an ordinary person from a rural area, taking risks must be compensated."

"Yes!" Yisen Gard responded with equal seriousness, "Without you, my teacher and I would probably have died long ago... If we can survive and return, I will definitely have my mother prepare a most suitable inheritance and Magic Potion for you!"

"Wave Singer is too narrow for your talent... Your potential is definitely greater than mine!"

"Then I’ll thank you in advance... but for now, we might have encountered some trouble."

Just as Yisen Gard was sincerely making his promise, Ian noticed a sudden restlessness in the Ironclad Shark moving forward with the Armor Suit, and after careful observation, he activated Foresight View, then frowned tightly, "We have pursuers from behind, and we’re blocked in the front."

"This is bad, I didn’t expect the Native Great Shaman to take action personally, not going after Viscount Grant, but coming directly for us instead?"

"How did he find us, exactly? Could it be true as Elder Prude said, that the natives have something like Foreseeing Bifoliate which can roughly predict the future?"

At this moment, in Ian’s eyes.

Whether it’s the Ironclad Shark, Yisen Gard and Master Gossay who are looking sideways... even including that Elf Pirate.

The mist on everyone’s bodies was as black as ink, as crimson as blood.

Since six years ago to the present, this was the second time he had encountered such...

An almost certain fatal crisis.