Looking into the eyes that had been looking at him tenderly in the past, Isengard couldn't understand the meaning of the other person's words for a while, and could only murmur and repeat: "The last... chance?"
But after all, he was not really stupid. In just a moment, the young man understood: "Uncle, what do you mean... you want me to fake my death?!"
"right."
Patrick put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, as if he really had no intention of fighting: "If you were in the outside world, you would have to die...at least you would have lost the potential to advance."
"But here - Ethan, you can die, but you don't have to really die."
"On the contrary, you can gain freedom through death."
--really.
At this moment, Yin En had somewhat understood what Patrick, or rather, the Ellen family was thinking.
Patrick's actions like this obviously cannot be true and are entirely just his own thoughts... The Marquise may not know it, but Marquis Ellen himself definitely knows it!
Patrick is just a knife in the hands of the Marquis, and one can easily take out his own knife - that's why the other party is so contradictory. It seems that he doesn't want to kill Ethan, but he tries his best to kill him without leaving any room for it!
Patrick, there must be something in the hands of Marquis Ellen that he cannot refuse!
"Uncle, do you mean that someone wants to do harm to me?"
If it were Isengard in the past, hearing Patrick's words now, he might have breathed a sigh of relief and been happy that his uncle didn't really want to kill him - he was so naive.
However, after experiencing a lot, he gradually understood these so-called 'human feelings and worldly wisdom'.
Isengard is not really stupid, it's just that he didn't have to think about these trivial details that were meaningless to him in the past.
Therefore, the blond boy who also guessed something took a step back.
He said with some bitterness: "And the identity of that person is our Ellen family...is it something that even dad can't resist?"
"Even if my father can't resist, he can only deal with it this way...could it be said that it's grandpa..."
When he said this, his voice was even so dry that it was difficult to continue speaking the next words.
"Ha ha."
Patrick did not admit it directly, he just chuckled, and then looked at Yin En: "Ethan, you may not have heard it, but I believe, Yin En, you must have heard what I muttered to myself before."
"indeed."
He admitted straightforwardly: "That's your grandfather, Ethan, the emperor of the empire, our land defender, His Majesty Axel."
"but why?!"
Isengard suddenly raised his voice. His voice was trembling, but he had the courage to speak out: "No matter what the reason is, I have always been in the imperial capital - no matter what grandpa wants to do to me, wouldn't he have done it long ago?!"
"If grandpa really wants to do harm to me, how can I leave the imperial capital and come to the South China Sea..."
At this point, his voice became softer.
Because Isengard has found the reason.
"He needs me to become stronger." Ethan whispered to himself. He raised his hand and stared at his fingers stained with several colors by various alchemical materials: "He needs me to grow...growth in the true sense.
After experiencing many things... becoming stronger and meeting his requirements..."
Just relying on the accumulation of resources, the third energy level may be the limit. If you want to advance to the fourth energy level, what you need is a transformation of your heart light body and a condensation of your own heart and soul.
Under the care of Teacher Gosei and Uncle Patrick, going to the South China Sea to capture a crystal dragon by yourself is indeed not a difficult task in theory. At least you can hold on to your own life.
Not to mention, failure is also a kind of growth...
"What exactly does grandpa want to do to me?"
Raising his head, the blond boy's lake-green eyes were flashing with flickering light. He gritted his teeth, and even the dark metal inscription under his left eye began to brighten.
Patrick said nothing.
He waited patiently for Isengard to think and find the answer on his own.
The man just looked at his nephew as gently as ever.
Even, have some expectations.
And just when Isengard gritted his teeth but slowly calmed down.
Yin En and Patrick turned their heads and looked at each other from a distance.
Yoon Eun made mouth gestures.
【echo】.
Patrick's eyes widened slightly. He didn't expect that Yin En could actually know this vocabulary.
"How did you know?!"
He even took a step forward excitedly, causing Ethan, who was still frowning and thinking, to raise his head and look at his uncle warily.
This was just a momentary gaffe. The next moment, he realized that this was a ploy to deceive himself.
After taking a few calm breaths, Patrick quickly thought of the possibilities.
"The White People, yes, yes, you are the White People..."
He was a little stunned, and then laughed without any smile: "Haha, yes, that's it. The reason why the Black King dealt with the Cejalrovo family back then was because of the echo!"
"It was you bastards who brought Echo out of the ancient ruins... Let me guess, does your family think that is the road to eternal life?!"
Staring at Yin En's indifferent expression, Patrick ignored the boy's hostility.
He raised his head, stared at the shining light at the top of the sacrificial site, and sighed: "The Black King, who was despised as a tyrant by the world, has obviously done so many good deeds in his life. Even the Cejalrovo family who discovered the 'Echo' actually
Still leaving your lineage in Harrison Port..."
"He doesn't even know how to kill. Are he and this bastard Axel really father and son?!"
"uncle!"
Isengard couldn't help but said: "What exactly are you talking about? Can't you just tell me the answer?!"
"If you really want me to live, why don't you tell me the specific story? If you really want to kill me, then why don't you take action now?"
"It's very simple."
In response to Isengard's question, Yin En responded by taking a step forward and blocking the blond boy behind him.
He raised the Chongyuan Iron Sword in his hand and confronted Patrick calmly: "He is still hesitating whether to kill you or not - what he said just now is indeed true. He didn't want to kill you at least ten seconds ago."
"But now, he's really struggling."
"In the final analysis, Patrick." Yin En closed a hand behind his back and made a 'escape' gesture to Isengard, who was still hesitating.
His brows were furrowed, but the blond boy turned back without hesitation and ran away quickly toward the passage.
He promised Yin En that he would obey his instructions no matter what.
What's more, this confrontation is actually dangerous. He needs to find reinforcements immediately.
As for whether Yin En can stop Patrick by himself...
He can only believe it.
Patrick's attention was all focused on Yin En, and he didn't realize at first that his nephew who was communicating with him before turned around and ran away, which was incredibly decisive.
He even moved slightly, feeling the urge to chase after her.
But Yin En also took a step forward, the bladeless sword flashed, and a strong sense of danger made Patrick stop.
"In the final analysis." The white-haired boy said calmly: "You are just a half-assed person."
"Whether it's friends, students and bosses; uncles, nobles and ministers - you are all half-baked, and they are all hesitant and unable to make a final decision."
"Now that Isengard is no longer here, you can tell me clearly without any scruples."
Turning his head sideways, Yin En glanced at the learning machine on the ground with the corner of his eye.
He said solemnly: "What is the connection between the 'echo' you are talking about... and this extremely precious 'learning machine' from the pre-era civilization?"
Silence lasted for some time at the sacrificial site.
The blond nobleman took deep breaths several times before suppressing his emotions, which he didn't know whether it was anger or happiness, and calmed down.
"...Didn't you already guess it?"
He sneered, with an inexplicable pity: "Learning machine? It's really a good name. Maybe in the civilization of the previous era, it was really just a device used to learn knowledge."
"Although it is not the true form of Echo, with your intelligence, Yin En, can't you understand what this evil device that can instill 'someone's memory' into 'other people' can be used for?"
?"
Yin En narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.
——Indeed, he had guessed it a long time ago, but because of the memory of the earth, he really couldn't understand why someone would do this...or even be able to 'think' like this.
To use the sacred things used to pass on knowledge to do... such boring and uninteresting blasphemy.
"I am indeed a dabbler, so why are you not? You are so smart, but you don't want to think about the ugliness of human nature."
The words were sarcastic, and Patrick's voice became heavy and solemn. He took his hand out of his shirt, and with the current flowing, he picked up the mirror-like casing of the learning machine on the ground.
The man used the shell as a mirror to reflect his face, and then pointed it at Yin En, so that the white-haired boy could clearly see his slightly deformed appearance on the metal mirror.
He laughed and said: "Look, this is the 'mirror'."
"Although there is some distortion, this is just because the material of the 'mirror' is not good enough. If there is a perfect mirror, wouldn't the inside and outside of the mirror be exactly the same?"
“And ‘echo’, in a sense, isn’t it a mirror of sound?”
As he said this, he crushed the metal lens in his hand and let out a piercing whistle, and the sound echoed layer by layer in the hall.
The blond noble stared at the young man in front of him: "Of course..."
"That is, the mirror of memory."
Notice that Yin En's expression gradually became serious, and Patrick's tone became more and more wild: "Yes, 'Echo' and 'Mirror' are two taboo technologies originating from the civilization of the previous era - a complex
Carving everything, everything that a person owns, together with thoughts and memories, echoes in another place..."