"As for the left arm... was his performance that realistic? I remember the Bloodline of the Rockwood Whitestag having strong regenerative abilities, but not to the extent that one could easily amputate their own hand..."
The Viscount was still troubled by the severed hand—he clearly couldn’t understand why Baron Leyan would amputate his own hand for a cart of Two-Year Shimmering Dawn Grass.
Indeed, profit from dragon fire-burnt warehouses was significant, but if a noble lord had to pay such a high price, it clearly wasn’t worth it.
At least he himself would definitely not do it. Wasn’t it better to find a death row inmate and accuse him of colluding with the traitors of Fiery Flame Land?
"Wait."
And from the words of the Viscount, Ian heard a piece of critical information.
It was also the information he truly wanted to know through this communication.
Swallowing hard, the youth took a deep breath and then asked in a deep voice, "Viscount, are you saying... the Baroness has passed away? Along with... her child?"
"Of course, it’s big news in the noble circles, but I mainly remember because it was a natural disaster attack. Didn’t the Imperial Capital send us and Leyan Territory financial aid? Didn’t those Bison Giant Cows come like that? I still remember you liked drinking milk as a kid..."
The Viscount teased Ian, although it was Elder Prude who had applied for it, wasn’t it him who actually distributed the resources?
However, soon he keenly sensed something was amiss: "Wait, could it be... your Spirit Energy has seen something?"
The Viscount suddenly came to a realization, then raised his volume and warned, "Listen, Ian, don’t get involved!"
"Since you’ve already bought the Xiahui Grass, leave quickly... Damn it, could it be he still hasn’t recovered from that sorrow, and has even played with the Mountain People’s dark arts, trying to summon back his wife’s soul?!"
No, it wasn’t the Baroness.
At that moment, Ian’s heart sank like a rock into the depths of the sea.
—The Baroness and the child had died in that great storm six years ago?
Then what on earth was the fourth pale blue child figure he saw in Baron Leyan’s castle?
And what about that butler who told him the little master was just ill and could only play inside the castle?!
The ferocious Sharp Claw Tigers blocking the road to Leyan Territory, the abnormal occurrences in Gold Leaf Town, the missing children from neighboring villages...
Plus, the Prophet’s skull, three peculiar children with Spirit Energy, the Baron’s strange amputation...
And, that so-called ’Echo’...
Ian’s wisdom was sufficient to enable him to understand the key to all of this.
Remnant Echo, Echo, Mirror—could be the Method of Immortality.
Naturally, it could also be a method of ’resurrection’!
As for the price that all this might entail, the disasters it might cause...
The Skull of Momentary Insignificance, if used improperly, or if deliberately used improperly, would gradually cause the user to be assimilated by the Prophet, or rather the target foreseen by oneself.
Because the information known is detailed, if the mind is slightly unstable, it would be overwhelmed by the flood of information foreseen, losing oneself.
Then, what if, by accident, a Spirit Energy User using the Skull of Momentary Insignificance foresees a Worm Nest?
Or perceives a Carlin’s Flower that might still be sealed?
Or even... summoning back the mighty ones who fell in the past times...
Yes, the foresight of the Skull of Momentary Insignificance is random, but it indeed tends towards a certain direction. If it’s not the target one wishes to foresee, then try randomized foresight several times, and there will no doubt be one successful day.
"Reviving that Prophet wouldn’t matter much, anyway, since the vessel is just so-so, unlikely to be much of a challenge for me."
Ian furrowed his brows and murmured to himself, "But what if it’s some inexplicable Apocalypse Level catastrophe? For example, this foresight Prophet foresaw a future super-being, capable of beating a Second Energy Level with just the First Energy Level?"
"Oh, I can do it too, so there’s no problem."
Guessing about such things is useless, thinking is useless, and foresight is useless too.
Only by actually facing them can one know the outcome.
"I understand, I won’t get involved."
Exhaling, Ian said calmly, "This matter is too troublesome."
He laughed and told the Viscount, "Don’t worry, my lord, I’m leaving Leyan Territory right now."
"Good that you understand," Viscount Grant said solemnly, "What nobles do is for the Noble Court and Inspector Knights to handle, and if it’s a bit more evil, there are the Huai Guang Church and the Retrospection Sect to punish. We just have to take care of ourselves."
"You did well this time, Ian, when encountering something not right, ask me if you need to, and if it’s really bad, just tell Bishop White Mist. He is extremely knowledgeable about these dark arts and crafts."
The Viscount gave a few more instructions, encouraging Ian, and then ended the communication.
Ian stood in front of the communication device, deep in thought.
"How should I handle this matter?"
He muttered to himself, then slightly shook his head, rephrasing his question, "Where should I start?"
"Although I’ve advanced to the Second Energy Level, it’s best not to expose that. A fourteen-year-old at the Second Energy Level, although not impossible to explain, would draw a lot of unnecessary trouble due to being overly talented."
Regardless, Ian would get involved in this ’idle’ affair.
Not to mention the potential safety concerns regarding several children and the surrounding villages and towns.
Just the possibility that Baron Leyan might be connected to the ’Prophet Psychic’ and ’Echo’ meant he had to understand the undercurrent behind it.
The former could be just out of curiosity, while the latter pertained to matters of great importance.