High Above

"Have a bright future, no one is dead."

When the young noble arrived at the scene and saw the victim who was still breathing, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. His angry expression turned cloudy, and the crowd that was watching dispersed.

The people of the Imperial Capital are no different from people in other places. Everyone will watch, but at least the people of the Imperial Capital will know that when something worth watching is over, they should leave quickly.

Because what happens next is not only boring, but it may also lead to some trouble.

Ian also looked up and stared at the group of guards and medical personnel arriving in a hurry.

There are not many guards in the Imperial Capital, but they can always arrive at the right time when needed. It is said that there are surveillance powers in the entire central city. The guards know everything when needed, but they do not really take care of everything.

In the imperial capital, everyone knows everything. This is so stupid.

Medical personnel, or in other words, emergency first responders, are a cooperative organization between local hospitals and Huaiguang Church, and are good at dealing with various sudden and harmful incidents.

As for the nobleman who took the lead...

Ian looked at the other person. He had long red and gold hair, a handsome appearance, and a very energetic feeling. From both sides of his hair, he could see a row of red-gold long feathers that were heating up. He should be some kind of fire element. The bloodline inheritance of the demon bird.

"Thank you very much for your help, knight."

The noble noticed Ian from the beginning. Now he stepped forward and enthusiastically wanted to shake hands with Ian: "You prevented a tragic incident from happening on the streets of the imperial capital. We and the victims will be grateful to you."

"Excuse me, what's your name?" he asked politely.

"Ian."

The white-haired boy shook hands with the other party, and after hearing that Ian did not report his last name, the young nobleman frowned slightly, and then felt a little happy - that is, Ian with the silver chip could aware.

But he still smiled and said: "I am Waldo of the Noka family. Please forgive my man's recklessness. He did not blow the horn when driving the transport truck. This poor victim probably has never seen the transport truck. They didn't have time to dodge...it's such a tragedy, please allow me to apologize for them."

"Actually, I have nothing to be unhappy about. I have a free laboratory technician to test my medicine, and I don't have to sign a volunteer contract. This saves me a lot of trouble."

Ian calmly took his hand away from Waldo's overly enthusiastic hand. He smiled calmly: "This is not your fault, Mr. Waldo. There is no need to apologize. The driver has already apologized. After many times, the victim may need relevant treatment, please let the emergency personnel come up."

"Yes."

Waldo stepped aside, and the first aid team headed by the Holy Priest of Light came to the victim whose leg had been amputated and frozen.

"The vital signs are stable." "The bleeding has stopped, and the vitality activity is 1152% of the normal value. What kind of medicine is this?"

"Be careful not to break the ice. It's used to stop bleeding... Where's the universal plasma? Get ready for injection."

"Sir, are you awake? I advise you to remain unconscious for a while. Next we will inject anesthetics." "Are you the victim's family? Please come with us. Next we will talk about the treatment process... …”

While the first responders were dealing with it, the Holy Priest with Light came to Ian.

He drew two concentric circles on his chest, one large and one small, and said in a respectful tone: "This knight, please forgive me, but what medicine did you inject into this gentleman before? It has a very good effect. We I want to know the specific data so that I can coordinate with the subsequent treatment and regeneration process.”

"The general regeneration potion has been modified to increase the regeneration power and stimulate the production of omnipotent cells. It is a new method under the process of Sora's strengthening theorem."

Ian gave a standard answer: "No one has used the specific effect except myself. That gentleman is the first one. I also need to collect his relevant data. I think we can share it."

"Thank you for your generosity, knight. The cost..."

Ian nodded: "You don't have to give me money. Remember to take good care of my experimental subjects."

"Thank you for your generosity." The cleric also nodded seriously. He directed the team to take the car accident victims away from here, and the guards had begun to clean the scene. Even the transport vehicle was driven by a new driver. Continue with your mission.

"Does this make you happy? Knight, this thing is so valuable. I don't even dare to give it away like... well."

Waldo watched the whole process, and he was quite surprised by Ian's choice: "And this is your unique improvement potion. Sharing data with the church is not the behavior of a wise alchemist."

It can be seen that this young noble is actually fighting for Ian: "Besides, I can see that your regeneration potion is very powerful... It is not the medicine or the formula itself, but your technique."

"Let the people from Huaiguang Church get it like this, it's really too cheap for them!"

"Maybe I have better potions and techniques."

Ian didn't explain too much. He looked at the place where the blood stains were before and asked thoughtfully: "I'm sorry, I just came to the emperor not long ago. Mr. Waldo, are there any other regulations next?"

"No more. The victim has been properly dealt with, the driver will be retrained later, and the matter is over. We will provide part of the victim's treatment costs. To be honest, he didn't avoid the transport vehicle. It can't all be the driver's fault. Wrong - after all, he is performing an urgent mission for the Alchemy Association."

Waldo shrugged. If someone died, then maybe things would be a little troublesome, but it would just be to pay and fire the employee: "Are you also here to take the alchemist assessment? It's hard to imagine such a young elite alchemist. Who is your teacher?"

"I wonder, Knight Ian, would I be honored to invite you to the dinner party later?"

He invited Ian, and the white-haired boy staring at the road seemed to have just reacted. He smiled slightly, but declined: "Alchemist test? Ah, indeed. But I'm sorry, Mr. Waldo, I already have an appointment. I'm about to go to the seventh floor to meet Mr. Isengard of the Ellen family. I'm really sorry."

"Oh? The Ellen family..."

When he heard Ian's polite refusal at first, Waldo was obviously unhappy, but when he heard about the Ellen family later, the member of the Noka family thought of something, and then looked at Ian seriously.

——The badge of the Inspector Knight, so young, a white citizen, so good-looking, and...as expected, accompanied by a goblin.

He noticed Hua An and Frost Butterfly waiting on the side, and it became clear immediately.

Waldo immediately changed his expression to one of surprise and admiration: "Are you the guest of the Ellen family? I'm sorry. It seems that I was indeed presumptuous and delayed your appointment."

"I didn't expect you to be even more talented than the rumors say - at your age, many alchemists in my family can't compare to you!"

"Where, I didn't make it clear at the beginning."

Ian also responded softly: "It was a nice conversation, but please forgive me for taking my leave. A lot of time has been wasted here. I'm afraid I'm going to be late."

"I'm the only one interrupting."

Waldo took a step back, and Ian turned around and left the place with Hua An and Frost Butterfly.

Watching the young man from the White People leaving this street and heading towards the seventh-floor area, the young nobleman with red-blond hair narrowed his eyes slightly.

His originally enthusiastic expression gradually turned cold: "A commoner who doesn't even have a last name, how can he put on airs... Even Isengard would not reject my invitation so directly."

He shook his head unhappily: "Spend so much money to save a civilian... experimental materials? Alchemists are indeed a bunch of freaks. Forget it, at least one problem has been solved. Let's go back and continue drinking."

Ian, who had left the street, could still hear this soliloquy.

"Freak." He whispered to himself, then smiled: "Maybe. It's not a bad title."