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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 He eliminated the labyrinth industry, restarted the pioneering movement, vigorously developed the economy, cultivated businessmen, and united 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 sublimated bloodline of my family, 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 it is necessary to say, it is indeed possible to achieve the transfer of memory.

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

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

"What is eternal life? Even if it's not real eternal life, it won't relegate the entire family, right?"

Ian opened his mouth to inquire. He mainly 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 the persecutor is his king.

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

Therefore, 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 world—and my mother obviously didn't want me to know the truth, or couldn't tell."

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

"We unleashed the 'echo', we are the 'echo'... she said so, but I still can't understand."

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

"Is there any relationship between echoes and immortality...?"

He didn't think much about it, because it was clearly a 'riddle' - a riddle that couldn't be solved until he got the 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 promised seriously: "The reason behind all this...I will find it."

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

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

"That's 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."

"That's 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 moment, 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, 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, Most of the silver peak messenger's potion formulas are in it. Related to it, there are many projects and research scopes of our family at that time."

"Back then, I was sleepless day and night, and I wanted to know the truth, so I kept trying to analyze and search for clues, but after a long time, this thought faded away."

"Now you want to take over and continue to investigate the truth—then go ahead."

Muttering, Elder Pude's expression was much 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...

These things are currently in charge of Elder Pude alone, but Ian is gradually letting Ian step in 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.

It's just that as the elder or leader of the future White People, Ian must show up more now to let everyone know his existence.

"You also have 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 all the time."

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

"and many more."

The old man Bai Zhimin stopped stroking his beard for a moment, and he said suspiciously: "You didn't just play me off? You said you were paying attention all the time?"

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

"You don'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 experimentation—but 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 Purdue looked complicated, Ian politely said goodbye.

"Ayers..."

Watching Ian leave the elder hall, the elder let out a sigh of relief.
The old man's tone 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."

After leaving the Elder's Hall, Ian already knew who Elder Purdue would give this potion to.

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

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 has watched the boy grow up since he was a child. He is big, 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 with your brain... then he is really not good at it.

As for experimental potions...

Whether it is for Ian to change his path or to plan for Elan, Ian needs a guinea pig.

There is no guinea pig in Terra continent, only humans can be used, and he has no choice. Anyway, it can definitely be successful in theory, and the other party would like to thank him.

As for now...

Ian, who came to his workshop in the new urban area, 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 experiment on myself."

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(End of this chapter)