Above The Sky
Chapter 37 - 37 35 Ethnicity

37: Chapter 35 Ethnicity 37: Chapter 35 Ethnicity “I never expected Teacher Hiliad to actually seek out Senan and the others for information this afternoon…”

Smiling and waving goodbye to Senan and the other fishermen, Ian prepared to leave with his unexpected catch.

By inquiring with the fishermen, it seems the teacher’s target is at sea, but what exactly Hiliad intended to do, the boy did not know, nor did he want to ask, as the other party would naturally tell him in due time.

As for now, it was time to prepare dinner.

This salmon, emitting a Blue Mist, was of similar grade to eel meat and slightly inferior to tuna, but it was not frozen.

Preparing it for dinner now would be perfect for salt grilling, sashimi, or steaming, and it was quite fresh – besides, he was indeed hungry.

As for the other Blue Mist…

Ian had realized that Harrison Port had daily catches of some rare-grade fish, but their ability to identify them was underdeveloped, resulting in many valuable catches being sold as normal fish to some unknowingly fortunate souls.

But Ian was different; his Spirit Energy seemed specifically tuned for identifying overlooked treasures.

“Got a fish for nothing; I’ll remember this kindness,” he said.

Having no qualms about accepting gifts from others, Ian thought Senan was indeed a good person.

“If there’s a chance, I’ll help them recognize the true value of their catches, how rare they are.”

He could take advantage, but he didn’t need to do so all the time.

However, just as Ian was about to leave the fish market,

he found that on the already night-filled streets, amidst a faint drizzle, a group of people was standing by the roadside.

In the center of the group, shrouded by attendants, was a stocky, white-haired Elder of short stature gazing at him.

“Elder Prude?”

Raising his head, Ian wore an expression of surprise, which was no pretense; he genuinely hadn’t expected to see him.

“What are you doing here…?”

“Just like Ernesto’s child,” Elder Prude remarked without addressing Ian’s confusion, but instead, he made an enigmatic comment: “Truly adept at deceiving.”

After that, he stepped forward, handing over a sealed brownish-red box made of lacquered wood to the boy: “Take this.

Inside are medicinal herbs that can alleviate mental influences, the Beria Concentration Herb.”

“When you get home, brew it with boiling water, skim off the Floating Foam, and let it settle for a whole day.

Then drink from the very top of the clear water and apply the sediment from the bottom to the temples and the corners of the eyes.

Continue this for seven days, and it can ease and treat the effects of most nerve toxins such as Sleep Powder and paralyzing venoms…

Elan is still young, so use a lower dose for him, and you should use it once as well, just to be safe from any residual effects.”

The Elder was succinct with his advice, then patted Ian on the head, instructing him, “As for now, come with me.

Keep this old man company on his walk.”

Saying so, Elder Prude extended his hand, signaling for Ian to take it.

His words were gentle yet left no room for refusal, and Ian did not hesitate.

He nodded obediently, took the Elder’s hand, and then followed the old man, slowly walking along the street.

The street where the fish market and dock were located, once followed outwards, led to Central Avenue, which headed directly to the officials’ road.

Almost all the guilds had their offices and shops there, and to the west was the location of the stationed Guard Squad and the Security Officer.

Beyond that were the city walls and the Ivoke River.

The pedestrians on the street were mostly walking briskly, and among them, a portion were White Folks.

When they saw Elder Prude, they all paused to greet the old man who had seen nearly everyone grow up.

“Your father, Ernesto, was once the captain of the Port Guard Squad, a Sublimator of the First Power Level.”

While nodding and smiling at the White Folks who stopped to greet him, Elder Prude conversed softly with Ian, “You may not remember him, but your mother must have mentioned his name.”

The old man’s hands were rough and strong, as if covered with a layer of stone skin.

He gently grasped Ian’s hand, his voice deep and clear, “He was expected to take over the position of Security Officer after the Aam Knight retired and was also one of the candidates for Elder after my departure, a young man who was upright, resolute and extremely responsible.”

Reminiscing about the past, the old man spoke with a hint of nostalgia and regret, “And your mother, Evelyn, was intelligent and strong, capable of raising you and your brother on her own.”

Ian remained silent and listened intently to every word Elder Prude said.

The fact that the other party suddenly sought him out to talk about his parents’ past clearly wasn’t just to reminisce with an eight-year-old child…

Not to mention, his father in this life had already perished in a maritime disaster with many other colleagues from the Port Guard Squad before he was born.

He didn’t understand why this was being brought up.

The storm eight years ago turned the whole city into mourning, destroying countless families.

Elder Prude would have been too frazzled to care about a single family’s issues.

As expected, Elder Prude continued, “For all these years, the clan indeed owes your family.

The Native’s attack was what shocked me into realization.

It’s also thanks to the blessing of the ancestors that you didn’t encounter trouble.

Otherwise, when I lie beneath the earth, meeting your parents, I truly wouldn’t know how to face them.”

After a brief pause, the old man calmly said, “I’ve already arranged with Ossenna, the house by the coast will be given to your family to live in, no extra money needed.

There is also no need to worry about the herbs, they are generously provided by Viscount Grant and are of high quality, so don’t be bashful with him.”

——He must have…

no, he definitely noticed something!

Even though all the news he received was good, Ian’s vigilance reached its peak.

Yet, he felt no sense of crisis.

Without needing to use Foresight View, Ian was clearly aware that, even if he exposed his Awakened Spiritual Power, he wouldn’t encounter any problems.

Look, just with mere suspicion, Elder Prude had already offered so much comfort.

If he were indeed certain of Ian’s awakened abilities, as a White Folks Elder, would he oppress an eight-year-old child?

Only someone with a severe paranoid delusion would think of such an outcome.

The Elder would definitely focus on nurturing him and, according to the hints in Elder Prude’s words, it could even be said that he would help him onto The Path of Sublimation and even become a future Elder in reserve.

This is the treatment a Spirit Energy User should receive.

If Ian were not…

Elder Prude would not lose out either.

The silent boy with white hair and the old man passed through the busy Central Avenue, walked past the Huai Guang Church with its towering spire and bell tower made of stone, and not far away was the most lavish Viscount’s Mansion, situated on higher ground, overlooking most of Harrison Port.

Along the way, they even encountered a caravan from the Capital Region of the Southern Province, Nauman, with high-headed horses adorned with bells to ward off evil, being led to the warehouse district in the eastern sector by the Security Officer—for all goods’ transshipment and transportation were conducted there.

But they did not stop; Elder Prude took Ian across half the city until dusk fell, the Algae Oil Lamps on the street corners lit up with a dim, flickering glow, the light waning and waxing indefinitely.

They arrived at the city wall to the west of the city.

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