above the sky

"to be frank."

Softly speaking, the old man still harbors great doubts to this day: "His Majesty at that time was really completely different from the subsequent propaganda. He was an emperor who had both means and gentleness... He reformed He established the labyrinth industry, restarted the pioneering movement, vigorously developed the economy, trained businessmen, and united a large number of brand-new pioneering military nobles and factory owners under his command."

"But when confronted with the relics we handed in, he was furious, like a real black king, he could not help arresting all of our families, beheading all the ascendants who practiced with family heritage, or It is the abolition of sublimation organs and exile."

"Only me...because I inherited part of the blood of my father's line, and I have not touched the sublimated blood of the family, and I have been exploring outside, so I survived."

Ian frowned.

"eternal life?"

He repeated the word, and the silver chip came to his mind for the first time.

The fusion of the silver chip and the nervous system allows the ability to read memories. If you have to say it, it is indeed possible to achieve the transfer of memory.

But it's clear that the silver chip has nothing to do with immortality...because neither the Great Emperor Inaiga nor his teacher did this, and he couldn't find a way to transfer his thinking to the chip at all. The method, at most, is to burn one's own memory in the form of a diary.

Although they are very similar, passing on memory and immortality are not the same thing.

"What exactly is immortality? Even if it's not really immortality, it won't degrade the entire family, right?"

Ian opened his mouth to ask. He mainly felt that if Emperor Inaiga really went mad and punished indiscriminately, then his teacher should also react. Hilliard is not a knight who will tolerate innocent people being persecuted, even if the persecutors Not even his king.

Rather, if Emperor Inaiga was such a person, Hilliard would not be loyal to him.

So, Ian wondered: "Is it possible that the ancestors of the family really did something wrong?"

"...Mother did say so. He said we almost made a big mistake, don't hate your majesty."

Elder Pude closed his eyes at the moment, and he sighed leisurely: "I was not in the family at that time, but was exploring the outside world - and my mother obviously didn't want me to know the truth, or couldn't tell."

"The only thing she kept mumbling to herself before she died was 'echo'."

"We released the 'Echo', we are the 'Echo'... She said that, but I still don't understand."

Ian looked at the palm of his hand and chewed the word: "Echo..."

"Echo and immortality... what does it have to do with it?"

He didn't think much about it, because it was clearly a 'ridicule' - a riddle that was unsolvable until there were relevant clues.

So in the end, the boy just nodded slowly and said, "I will pay attention."

Although Elder Pude didn't say anything, he still made a serious promise: "The reason behind all this... I will find it."

"Actually you don't have to..."

The old man shook his head, and he said, "I didn't care for a long time..."

"That's what I want to know."

Ian cut him off: "It's not about you, elder. It's not about the glory of the family."

"That's what I long for."

Saying so, Elder Pude raised his head and looked at the pair of eyes that were flickering with aqua halo.

He was stunned for a while, then the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Okay." Elder Pude got up slowly, then opened the elder's secret vault again, and took out a dilapidated note from it: "Since our little prophets have said so...then let's do it."

Turning around, he handed Ian the battered notebook.

The old man watched Ian take his notes calmly, and then, as if he had finally put down something, he sat back in the chair soothingly: "Although I don't know why you want to know about the family heritage... Anyway, in my memory, silver Most of the emissary's potion recipes are in there. And related to it, there are many projects and research areas of our family at that time."

"I didn't sleep day and night back then, and I wanted to know the truth, so I've been trying to analyze and find clues. It's just that after a long time, this thought has faded away."

"Now you want to take over and continue to investigate the truth - then go for it."

Muttering, Elder Pude's expression was much relieved: "Maybe this is fate..."

"It's not destiny, it's just character."

Ian responded calmly, then happily took the elder's note and thanked him a few times.

The two talked about the internal affairs of Bai Zhimin recently, such as who has given birth to a few people, who is in conflict with whom, how to deal with the conflicts in the neighborhood, and what should be prepared for the meeting in a few weeks. How much does this drink cost...

These things are currently in charge of Elder Pude, but he is gradually letting Ian intervene and be responsible for some auxiliary aspects.

It's not that Ian can't handle these little things, but that Ian's time can't be wasted on these little things.

Just as the elder or leader of the future white people, Ian must show up more now to let everyone know of his existence.

"You also have to have some team, responsible for handling these things for you, and some more important tasks in the future." The elder said: "It's not in a hurry now, but I know, you must understand."

"I see, I've been paying attention to that."

Ian said calmly, and then he noticed that Elder Pude's eyes were sharp.

"and many more."

The old man Bai Zhimin paused as he stroked his beard, and he said suspiciously, "You didn't perfunctory me just now? You said you've been paying attention?"

Because he has lived with Ian for a long time, Elder Purd has a good understanding of the strict words used by teenagers.

"You wouldn't really have developed a team...under the watchful eyes of me and the Viscount?"

He asked cautiously.

"Not really." Ian let out a laugh. He picked up the notebook and marble box in his hand, then got up and put a potion on the table: "By the way, elder, here is a 'Wave Chanter potion'. , and it's not the same as ordinary Wave Chanter potions."

The young man's clear voice had a smile, but it made the elder look shocked: "I'll just say it straight, this is the new formula potion I'm using to experiment - but in the final analysis, it's a potion, and the effect is theoretically not bad at all, If someone is willing to take it, remember to ask him to record the look and feel and come to me for a test."

"Elder, choose someone, we... we should indeed accumulate a little more strength."

When Elder Pude looked complicated, Ian politely said goodbye.

"Ayers..."

Watching Ian leave the Elder Hall, the elder let out a breath.

The old man's tone was indescribably complicated: "Fortunately, you plan to let go... Otherwise, if a prophet is involved, things will not be so simple."

"Indeed. Let's leave some leeway."

Leaving the Hall of Elders, Ian actually knew who Elder Pouder would give the potion to.

Undoubtedly, it was the captain who knew him well and also the captain of the Shiraishi fleet, Sai Nan.

Giving him the potion is not only a way of training Ian's team, but also a way to make Badanli support Ian more - Sai Nan himself is extremely willing to follow Ian, and it is precisely because he has watched the boy grow up since he was a child, so I understand more about Ian's ability, and dare not make any contempt.

The most important thing is that Sai Nan's brain is really too good to control... This is not a derogatory term, and control is not a derogatory term. After all, if you don't control Sai Nan... Then he is really not good.

As for experimental potions...

Whether it's for Ian to switch paths for himself, or to plan for Elan, Ian needs a guinea pig.

Terra Continent has no guinea pigs, only humans can be used, and he has no choice. In theory, it can definitely succeed, but the other party has to thank him.

As for now...

Ian came to his workshop in the new city and took out the marble stone box in his arms.

The teenager stared at the material in the box that was glowing with a dark blue fog halo, and couldn't help but smile and nod: "It's time to experiment on yourself."