Speaking softly, the old man still has great doubts until now: "His Majesty at that time was really completely different from the subsequent propaganda. He was an emperor who was both resourceful and gentle... He reformed
He conquered the labyrinth industry, restarted the pioneering movement, vigorously developed the economy, cultivated businessmen, and united a large number of new pioneering military aristocrats and factory owners under his command."
"But when faced with the relics we handed over, he became furious. Like a real black king, he arrested all of our family without explanation, and killed all the Ascensioners who practiced and had family inheritance, or
It is to abolish the sublimation organ and exile it.”
"Only I...because I inherited part of my father's bloodline, have never been exposed to the family's sublimated bloodline, and have been exploring outside, so I am able to survive."
Ian frowned.
"eternal life?"
He repeated this word, and the first thing he thought of was the silver chip.
The silver chip is integrated with the nervous system and can read the memory. If it must be said, it is indeed possible to transfer the memory.
But it is obvious that the silver chip has nothing to do with eternal life... because neither Emperor Inaga nor his teacher did this, and he could not find a way to transfer his thoughts into the chip.
The most common method is to record your own memories in the form of a diary.
Although they are very similar, inheriting memories and immortality are not the same thing.
"What exactly is eternal life? Even if it's not true eternal life, it won't relegate the entire family, right?"
Ian asked. He mainly felt that if it was Emperor Inaga who went crazy and punished indiscriminately, then his teacher should also react. Hilliard was not a knight who would tolerate innocent people being persecuted, even if
Even if the persecutor is his king.
Rather, if Emperor Inaga was this kind of person, Hilliard would not be loyal to him.
Therefore, Ian wondered: "Is it possible that the ancestors of the family really did something wrong?"
"...Mother did say that. He said we almost made a big mistake, so don't hate Your Majesty."
Elder Pude closed his eyes at this moment, and he sighed leisurely: "I was not in the family at that time, but was exploring the outside world. My mother obviously didn't want me to know the truth, or couldn't tell it."
"Before she died, the only thing she kept mumbling to herself was 'echo'."
"We have released the 'echo', we are already the 'echo'...that's what she said, but I still can't understand it."
Ian looked at the palm of his hand and chewed on the word: "Echo..."
"What does echo have to do with immortality?"
He didn't think much about this problem, because it was obviously a 'riddle'. The riddle was unsolvable until he got the relevant clues.
So in the end, the young man just nodded slowly and said, "I will pay attention."
Although Elder Puder did not say anything, he still seriously promised: "The reason behind all this... I will find it."
"Actually, it's not necessary..."
The old man shook his head and said, "I didn't care for a long time..."
"That's what I want to know."
Ian interrupted: "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 this, Elder Pude raised his head and looked into those eyes with a water-colored halo.
He was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth curled up.
"Okay." Elder Puder stood up slowly, then opened the elder's secret vault again and took out a shabby notebook: "Since our little prophet said so... then let's do it."
Turning around, he handed the worn notebook to Ian.
The old man watched calmly as Ian took his notes, and then he calmly sat back on the chair as if he had finally put down something: "I don't know why you want to know the family inheritance... Anyway, in my memory,
Most of the magic potion formulas of the Silver Peak Messenger are in it. Related to it, there are also many projects and research scopes of our family at that time."
"Back then, I stayed up day and night and wanted to know the truth, so I kept trying to analyze and look for clues. But as time went by, this idea faded away."
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"Now if you want to take over and continue to investigate the truth, then go ahead."
As he murmured, Elder Pude looked much relieved: "Maybe this is fate..."
"It's not fate, it's just character."
Ian responded calmly, then happily took the elder's note and thanked him several times.
The two talked about the recent internal affairs of Bai Zhimin, such as how many children were born in which family, which family was in conflict with which family, how to resolve conflicts among neighbors, and what preparations should be made for the gathering in a few weeks.
How much does this kind of drink cost...
Elder Puder is currently responsible for these matters, but he is gradually letting Ian step in and take charge of some auxiliary aspects.
It’s not that I think Ian can’t handle these little things, but I think Ian’s time can’t be wasted on these little things.
It's just that as the future elder or leader of the White People, Ian must show up more now to let everyone know about his existence.
"You also need to have a team of people responsible for handling these things for you, as well as some more important tasks in the future." The elder said: "I'm not in a hurry now, but I know you will definitely understand."
"I understand, I've been paying attention to this."
Ian said calmly, and then he noticed that Elder Puder's eyes became sharp.
"etc."
The old man Bai Zhimin paused while stroking his beard. He said a little suspiciously: "You didn't just deal with me? You said you were always paying attention?"
Because he has lived with Ian for a long time, Elder Puder already has a good understanding of the young man's rigorous words.
"Won't you really develop a team...under the eyes of me and the Viscount?"
he asked cautiously.
"That's not the case." Ian laughed. He picked up the notebook and marble box in his hand, then stood up and put a potion on the table: "By the way, elder, here is a 'Wanderer's Potion'
', it's different from ordinary Wavesinger potions."
The young man's clear voice was filled with a smile, but it made the elder look shocked: "Let me tell you straight, this is a new formula of magic potion that I used for experiments, but it is still a magic potion in the final analysis, and the effect will not be bad at all in theory. If someone If he is willing to take it, remember to ask him to record his feelings and come to me for a test."
"Elder, please choose someone. We... really should save a little more strength."
When Elder Puder looked complicated, Ian said goodbye politely.
"Ayers..."
Watching Ian leave the elder's hall, the elder let out a breath.
The old man's tone was indescribably complicated: "Fortunately, you are planning to let go...otherwise, if a prophet is involved, things will not be so simple."
"Indeed. We have to leave some room."
After leaving the Elder's Hall, Ian actually already knew who Elder Puder would give this potion to.
There is no doubt that it is the captain who is familiar with him and is also familiar with Captain Badanli of the White Chamber Fleet, Sai Nan.
Giving him the potion is not only a way to cultivate a team for Ian, but also a way to make Badanli support Ian even 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. Therefore, I understand Ian's ability better and dare not have any contempt.
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 he doesn't control Sai Nan's brain... then he is really not good at it.
As for the experimental potion...
Whether it is for Ian to change his path or to make plans for Ellan, Ian needs a guinea pig.
There are no guinea pigs in Terra, so they can only use humans. He has no choice. Anyway, it can definitely succeed in theory, and the other party will 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 boy stared at the materials in the box that were shining with dark blue mist halo, and couldn't help but smile and nod: "It's time to do the experiment on yourself."