Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 169: Fairy Material (3/3)

"Tell the truth."

Speaking softly, the old man still has great doubts until now: "The His Majesty at that time was really completely different from the follow-up propaganda. He was an emperor who had both means and gentleness... …He reformed 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 over, he became furious, like a real black king, he arrested our family without any explanation, and beheaded all the sublimated people who practiced with family inheritance , or abolish the sublimated organs and exile."

"I'm the only one who survived because I inherited part of my father's bloodline, didn't come into contact with the sublimated bloodline of the family, and have been exploring outside."

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 eternal life... because neither the Emperor Inaiga nor his own teacher did this, and he couldn't find a way to transfer his thinking to The method in the chip, at most, is to burn his own memory 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's not true 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 went mad and punished him randomly, then his teacher should also respond. Hilliard would not tolerate innocent people being persecuted to knights , 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 said so. He said that 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 muttering to herself was 'echo'."

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

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

"Does echo 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 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..."

"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."

So saying, Elder Purdue raised his head, and looked at the pair of eyes shining with water-colored halo.

He was stunned for a while, and 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 do it Let's go."

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, I 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."

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

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

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 adjust the conflicts in the neighborhood, and how to deal with the gathering in a few weeks. What kind of drinks to prepare and how much will it cost...

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

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

Just as the elder or leader of the White People in the future, 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.

"Wait."

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

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

"You can't really develop 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 'Wing Wave Potions for Potions', which are different from ordinary Potions for Wavesingers."

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 experimenting—but it is still a potion in the final analysis, and the effect is theoretically not the slightest bit." It will be bad, 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, a prophet would be involved, and the matter would not be so simple."

"Indeed. Let's leave some room."

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

Undoubtedly, it was Sai Nan, the captain who was familiar with him and who 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 Ian since childhood. As the boy grows up, he understands Ian's abilities 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 pigs 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, who came to his workshop in the new urban area, took out the marble stone box in his arms.

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