Chapter 169 Fairy Material (33)

"to be frank."

Speaking softly, the old man still has great doubts until now: "Your Majesty at that time was really completely different from the follow-up propaganda. He was an emperor who was both capable and gentle...he reformed Labyrinth industry, re-opening the pioneering movement, vigorously developing the economy, cultivating businessmen, and uniting a large number of brand-new pioneering military nobles and factory owners under his command."

"However, when faced with the relics we handed in, he was furious, like a real black king, and he arrested our family without any explanation, beheaded all the sublimators who practiced with family inheritance, or It is the abolishment of sublimation organs and exile."

"Only I...Because I inherited part of my father's bloodline, I have never been in contact with the family's sublimated bloodline, and I have been exploring outside, so I survived."

Ian frowned.

"Eternal life?"

He repeated the word, and immediately thought of the silver chip.

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

But obviously, the silver chip has nothing to do with immortality... because neither the Emperor Inaiga nor his own teacher did this, and he couldn't find a way to transfer his thinking into the chip at all , At most, it is to burn your own memories in the form of a diary.

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

"What is eternal life? Even if it is not true eternal life, it will not relegate the entire family, right?"

Ian asked, mainly because he felt that if it was really Emperor Inaiga who punished him indiscriminately, then his teacher should also respond. Hilliard is not a knight who will tolerate the persecution of innocent people, even if Even if the persecutor is his king.

It would be better to say that if Emperor Inaiga was such a person, Hilliard would not be loyal to him.

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

"...Mother really said so. He said we almost made a big mistake, don't hate Your Majesty."

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

"Before she died, the only thing she kept muttering to herself was 'echo'."

"We released Echo, we are Echo...she said so, but I still can't understand."

Ian looked at his palm, chewing on the word: "Echo..."

"Echoes have anything to do with immortality...?"

He didn't think too much about this question, because it was obviously a 'riddle' - until he got the relevant clues, the riddle was unsolvable.

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

Although Elder Purdue didn't say anything, he still made a serious promise: The reason behind all thisI will find it.

"Actually, there is no need to..."

The old man shook his head, and he said, "I don't care anymore..."

"This is what I want to know."

Ian interrupted his words: "This has nothing to do with you, elder. It has nothing to do with the glory of the family."

"This is what I long for."

Saying so, Elder Purdue raised his head and looked at the pair of eyes shining with water-colored halos.

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

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

Turning around, he handed the dilapidated notebook to Ian.

The old man watched Ian take his notes calmly, and then, as if he had finally let go of something, he sat back on the chair comfortably: "Although I don't know why you want to know the family heritage... Anyway, in my memory, Silver Most of the potion formulas of the Peak Herald are in it. Related to it, there are also many projects and research scopes of our family at that time."

"I was sleepless day and night, and I wanted to know the truth, so I have been trying to analyze and find clues, but after a long time, this idea faded away."

"Now you want to take over and continue to investigate the truthgo for it."

Muttering, Elder Pude looked relieved: "Perhaps this is fate..."

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

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

The two chatted about the recent internal affairs of Bai Zhimin, such as whose family gave birth to a few people, whose family had conflicts with whose family, how to deal with conflicts in the neighborhood, and what should be prepared for the rally in a few weeks. How much does a drink like that cost...

Elder Pude is currently responsible for these matters, but Ian is gradually letting Ian intervene to take care of some auxiliary aspects.

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

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

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

"I understand, I have been paying attention to this."

Ian said calmly, and then he noticed that Elder Purdue's eyes became sharp.

"and many more."

The old man Bai Zhimin paused while he was stroking his beard, and he said suspiciously, "Didn't you just play tricks on me? You said you've been paying attention?"

Because he has lived with Ian for a long time, Elder Pude already has a good understanding of the young man's rigorous vocabulary.

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

he asked cautiously.

"Not at all." Ian laughed, he picked up the notebook and the marble stone box in his hand, then got up, and put a potion on the table: "By the way, elder, here is a potion of 'Wavesinger' ', which is different from the general Wavesinger potion."

The young man's clear voice was full of laughter, but the elder looked shocked: "Let me just say it, this is a new formula potion I used for experimentationbut it is still a potion in the final analysis, and the effect is not bad at all in theory. If someone is willing to take it, remember to ask him to record his impressions and come to me for a test."

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

When Elder Pude looked complicated, Ian politely said goodbye.

"Ayres..."

Watching Ian leave the elder hall, the elder let out a sigh of relief.

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

"Indeed. Let's leave some room."

Leaving the Elder's Hall, Ian actually already knew who Elder Pude would give this potion to.

Undoubtedly, it is the captain who is familiar with him and also with Captain Badanli of the White Room Fleet, Sai Nan.

Giving him the potion is not only a way to train Ian's team, but also a way to make Badanli support Ian more-Sai Nan himself is also very willing to follow Ian, and it is precisely because he watched the boy grow up from a young age , so he understands Ian's ability better, and dare not underestimate him.

The most important thing is that Sai Nan's brain is really easy 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 at it.

As for the experimental potion...

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

There are no mice in the Terra continent, only humans can be used, and he has no choice. Anyway, it can definitely be successful in theory, and the other party still wants to thank him.

As for now...

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

The boy stared at the materials in the box that were shining with a dark blue halo of fog, and couldn't help smiling and nodding: "It's time to do an experiment on yourself."

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(end of this chapter)