"Tell the truth."

Softly speaking, the old man still has great doubts until now: "Your Majesty at that time was really completely different from the subsequent propaganda, he was an emperor who had both means and gentleness...... He reformed the labyrinth industry, reopened the pioneering movement, vigorously developed the economy, trained merchants, and united a new group of pioneering nobles and factory owners under his command. ”

"But in the face of the relics and relics we handed in, he was furious, like a real black king, and he couldn't help but arrest all our family, and kill all the sublimators who practiced and had a family inheritance, or abolished the sublimation organs and exiled them."

"I'm the only one...... Because he inherited part of the bloodline of his father's lineage, he has not been in contact with the sublimation bloodline of the family, and he has been exploring outside, so it has survived. ”

Ian frowned.

"Eternal life?"

He repeated the word, and the silver chip immediately came to mind.

The silver chip and the nervous system are fused, and the ability to read memories can indeed be realized, if I have to say, it is indeed possible to transfer memories.

But it's clear that the silver chip has nothing to do with eternal life...... Because neither the Emperor Inaga nor his own teacher did this, and he couldn't find a way to transfer his mind to the chip, at most he burned his memories into a diary.

Although it is very similar, passing on memories and immortality are not the same thing.

"What is eternal life? Even if it's not really immortal, it won't degrade the entire family, right? ”

Ian opened his mouth to inquire, mainly thinking that if it was really Inaga the Great who was mad and recklessly punished, then his teacher should also react, Hilliard was not a knight who would tolerate the persecution of innocent people, even if the persecutor was his king.

Rather, if Inaga the Great had been such a man, Hilliard would not have been loyal to him.

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

“…… That's exactly what Mother said. He said that we almost made a big mistake, and that we should not hate Your Majesty. ”

Elder Pudde's eyes were closed at the moment, and he sighed leisurely, "I wasn't in the family at that time, but I was exploring the outside world—and my mother obviously didn't want me to know the truth, or couldn't say it. ”

"The only thing she kept muttering to herself before she died was 'echoes.'"

"We have released the 'echo', we are already the 'echo'...... That's what she said, but I never understood. ”

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

"Echoes and eternal life...... Does it matter? ”

He didn't give much thought to it because it was clearly a 'riddle' – a riddle that was unsolvable until the relevant clues were obtained.

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

Although Elder Pude didn't say anything, he made a serious promise: "The reason behind all this...... I'll find it. ”

"Actually, you don't have to ......"

The old man shook his head, and he spoke: "I don't care about ...... for a long time"

"That's what I want to know."

Ian interrupted him, "It's none of your business, Elder. It has nothing to do with the glory of the family. ”

"That's what I crave."

With that, Elder Pudder raised his head and met his eyes with a glittering watery glow.

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

"Okay." Elder Pude slowly got up, then opened the Elder's vault again, and took out a tattered notebook from it: "Since our little prophet has said so...... Then go for it. ”

Turning around, he handed the battered notebook to Ian.

The old man watched calmly as Ian took his notes, and then sat back in his chair as if he had finally put down something, "I don't know why you want to know about the family lineage...... In short, as far as I can remember, most of the potion recipes of the Silver Peak Emissary were in it. Related to this was the many projects and research areas of our family at that time. ”

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

Grain

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

Muttering, Elder Pudde's expression was much relieved: "Maybe this is fate......

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

Ian replied 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 who had a few people, who had conflicts with whom, how to deal with the conflicts in the neighborhood, and what kind of drinks should be prepared for the assembly in a few weeks, and how much money would be spent......

Elder Pud is currently in charge of these things, but he is gradually letting Ian intervene and take charge of some auxiliary aspects.

It's not that I can't do these little things, but I think I can't waste Ian's time on these little things.

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

"You'll also have to have some team to handle these things for you, as well as some of the more important tasks that will follow." The elder said, "It's not a hurry yet, but I know, you understand. ”

"I know, I've been paying attention to this."

Ian said with a calm expression, and then he noticed that Elder Pudde's eyes were sharp.

"Wait."

The old man of Bai Zhimin paused as he stroked his beard, and he was a little suspicious: "Didn't you perfunctory me just now?" You say you've been paying attention all the time? ”

Having lived with Ian for a long time, Elder Pud already has a good understanding of the strict diction of young men.

"You're not really going to have a team...... Under my nose and that of the Viscount? ”

He asked cautiously.

"Not really." Ian snorted, he picked up the notebook and marble box in his hand, then got up and put a potion on the table: "By the way, Elder, this is a 'Wavesinger Potion', which is different from the ordinary Wavesinger Potion. ”

The young man's clear voice was full of smiles, but the elder looked stunned: "I'll just say it bluntly, this is a new formula potion that I used to experiment—but in the final analysis, it is also a potion, and the effect is theoretically not bad at all, if anyone is willing to take it, remember to let him record his perception and come to me for a test." ”

"Elder, choose someone, let's ...... Indeed, it is time to accumulate a little more strength. ”

When Elder Pudd's expression was complicated, Ian politely said goodbye.

"Ayers, ......"

As Ian watched as he left the Hall of Elders, the Elder let out a breath.

The old man's tone was indescribably complicated: "Fortunately, you plan to let go...... Otherwise, when a prophet is involved, it wouldn't be that simple. ”

"Definitely. Let's leave some room for it. ”

Leaving the Hall of Elders, Ian already knew who Elder Pud would give the potion.

Undoubtedly, it was the captain with whom he was acquainted with Captain Badanley of the White Room fleet, Senan.

Giving him the potion is not only a way to train Ian's team, but also a way to make Badanli support Ian even more - Senan himself is extremely willing to follow Ian, and it is precisely because he has watched the boy grow up since he was a child that he understands Ian's abilities better and does not dare to take it lightly.

The most important thing is that Sainan's brain is really easy to control...... It's not a derogatory term, and control is not a derogatory term, after all, you don't have a brain control of Sainan...... Then he really can't do it.

As for experimental potions......

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

There are no guinea pigs in the Terra continent, only humans, and he has no way, anyway, he can definitely succeed in theory, and the other party has to thank him.

As for now......

Ian, who came to his studio in the new town, took out the marble box in his arms.

The boy stared at the materials that were shining with a dark blue mist halo in the box, and couldn't help but smile and nodded, "It's time to experiment with yourself." ”

Lewen