By the time Roland returned to his home, his father, Moda, had fallen into delirium.

He was lying on the bed, muttering some inexplicable words all the time, which could not be concatenated into sentences at all, and he was very excited from time to time.

Several doctors and monks from the Huaiguang Church were trying to calm Moda's emotions, but it was clear that the lesion that had penetrated deep into the brain was already difficult to treat, and even if they used some sublimation techniques, it was nothing more than to calm Moda for a while.

"What's going on?"

Even a good-natured person like Roland was in a hurry, and as soon as he got home, he came to his father's bedside, then turned his head to look at the medical staff next to him, and asked patiently, "My father was still getting better when I left, and I thought he had already thought about it...... He could have slapped me in the face!"

"I'm sorry, sir, but your father ......."

The medical staff hesitated, but finally shook their heads: "Your father has been affected by quite strong psionic powers, and if he remains in the illusion all the time, or if he is awake after being punctured, he can return to normal."

"But your father has never come out, although he has broken free from the illusion, he would rather live in the illusion, he is clearly awake, but he never wants to be sober...... This contradictory state hurt him too much.

Roland froze in place.

How could he not know about his father's condition? Lord Ian told him in detail how he had cracked the conspiracy of the previous Lord of Ryan and how he had deceived Steward Moda and harmed the territory, and that helping Steward Moda break free from Ira's psionic powers was one of them, and he was relieved at that time, and he was very grateful to Ian for helping his father get out of this layer of confusion without having to be deceived by Baron Ryan.

But now it seems...... His own father would rather continue to be deceived?

This......

Not surprising.

Roland is not a child anymore, he knows very well that sometimes, Ming Ming has long known that it is right, but people just want to choose, wrong, yes. If mistakes are good memories, then why do the right thing?

But he didn't expect that his father would be so persistent.

He wanted to die with the illusion of his memory.

"Dad, why ......?"

Lying beside the bed, Roland held Moda's hand with great complexity. If he could, he really hoped that his father would get up and slap himself again, while the aging man in front of him could only mumble to himself and repeat some fragmented words.

"So you're just waiting? Waiting for your father's death?"

At this moment, Roland heard a familiar voice behind him.

With the sound of gentle footsteps, Ian came to the room, he lowered his eyes, looked at his surprised engineering leader, and said lightly, "Even if your father wants to die...... There's no reason why you should obey his wishes, right?"

"If you are really such a well-behaved child, then why did your father not want you to leave the Falling Star Collar in the first place, so why did you go against his wishes to the Falling Star Hills?"

"I,

Ian's words did say the most difficult point for Roland right now - what he was most hesitant about was that his father didn't want to live anymore.

The reason why Roland has worked so hard to achieve results is that he hopes to make his father regain his will to live in the world again with his own efforts.

But who knew that his father had already become like this as soon as he made his achievements? Moreover, even if he used extreme means to bring his father back to life, Namoda would one day choose to die.

Is that really good?

"Don't think about it."

And Ian seemed to be able to see through Roland's contradictory heart now, he smiled slightly, and said calmly, "I, as the lord, will make the choice on your behalf."

"Don't worry if your father will blame you in the future, and whether what you did was against humanity or morality. I'll do it."

Ian turned his head to the side and said to Adalbert on the side, "Shadow."

Adbert nodded, unfolded the box in his hand, took out a test tube from it, and sucked it in with a syringe.

"You are all my lord's property, my possession. You are all my currency, don't feel like you can choose the outcome of your death at will."

Roland watched a little bewildered as the old shadow approached his father with the needle, and he instinctively understood that the alchemical potion in the injection might be able to save his father - and it was the lord's own initiative, not his disobedience to his father's wishes.

He didn't need to do anything, he just watched from the sidelines, and Ian obviously knew about his father's condition and made special preparations.

Oh, yes. His lord was so clever and prescient, how could he possibly let himself working under him face such a dilemma?

It's always so comfortable to work under Ian, he'll have everything ready for everyone, and as long as it goes according to his plan, everything will end well.

"Let me come, my lord."

Standing up, Roland stood up in front of the old shadow, while Adalbert turned his head to look at Ian.

Ian raised an eyebrow, he didn't say much, just prompted, "Have you ever learned spinal injections? The shadow is a sublimator, he can send potions empty-handed, you are not."

Roland was stunned for a moment, but he insisted, "You must have thought about it. If it really doesn't work, let me do it. This is my choice, and I should bear the responsibility, and I don't need you to take it for me."

"Okay."

Ian nodded slightly, and Adalbert shook his head and sighed, and Ian saw through everything, and then took Roland to inject Moda.

"Turn your father over."

"He's healthy, but he's suffering from a brain lesion, and he's mentally dead - and we're going to try to use another alternative way to recover some of him...... Normal thinking skills."

"You know, whether it's depression or mania, it has a direct impact on people's thinking and emotions, and as long as you can return to normal thinking, maybe your father won't want to die so much

It's a consolation, but it's also a judgment. Roland knew very well that the other party wanted him to relax his snacks, and this was indeed a gentle person.

But what he thought was actually very simple.

"Want to die?"

Cooperate with Adbert to fix the Moda steward, and then assist the other party to inject the tube of dark blue potion into the spinal cord cavity, his gaze is deep: "You waste father, you can't let me live according to your heart in this life, whether it's me becoming a mechanical engineer, or you want to die and I don't want you to die, it's true!"

And after the injection.

It is evident to the naked eye that the condition of the Moda steward has recovered considerably.

At least he was no longer delirious, and his breathing was much smoother.

"Wait."

Ian narrowed his eyes, his eyes twinkling, and said, "It will take effect in a few days, and Moda Steward will be able to regain consciousness by then."

"Roland, don't disturb your father now. I know you have a lot of things you want to ask me, and we're going out and talking."

Truth be told, Roland didn't have anything to ask Ian.

This is probably one of Ian's shortcomings, he always instinctively thinks that everyone is just like him, full of curiosity, for example, Roland will want to know what potion Ian used to revive his father.

But in fact, where did ordinary people think so much - shouldn't an alchemist lord have this ability? It's normal for Ian to take out any potion to solve any problem at any time.

That's what it's written in the story!

So Roland didn't have any questions about the artificial soul potion, but instead swore allegiance to Ian quite formally—not just at work, but to the lord himself, the name Ian.

This made Ian, who had prepared a lot of rhetoric, quite depressed.

"Are they really not curious?"

After leaving Roland's house, Ian complained to Adalbert, "This is completely unknown, there is no explanation of the efficacy, and there is no clinical trial certificate or guarantee of the three-no elixir - Roland is so relieved that he doesn't even ask?"

"Isn't that normal? People are dying, and the lord is kind enough to give you a potion to save people, who would ask the other party what kind of potion they took out at such a time?"

Adbert looked dazed, he shook his head and said, "Ian, you don't seem to have any emotional intelligence than I do!"

Ian had a hard time accepting being told by Adalbert that he had no emotional intelligence.

Adbert pursued, "And, Ian, according to your habits, didn't you make this plan after you were sure that you would be able to save the Moda Steward?"

He understands Ian. Ian did make this plan only because he knew that the situation of the Moda steward would be stable.

Steward Moda happens to be an old man, an acquaintance whom Ian knows, a person who happens to be mentally ill and has a major brain lesion, and a person who happens to be about to die, and who will definitely die if he does not use medicine.

By all accounts, the Moda Steward was the most suitable person to use the first batch, artificial souls.

Therefore, as soon as he learned about the situation of Moda in charge, Ian included it in the target of artificial soul test subjects for precognitive screening.

And Adalbert couldn't have chosen anyone else.

As for the results......

Just have to wait.

Four days later.

Steward Moda regained consciousness from his coma.

There are a lot of people in a small room. In addition to Roland, Ian, Scott and Adbort were all present, in addition to this, Qingchao was outside guarding the door, and the elder Farr also came here the second time after handling the government.

So far, Xia Huiling has gathered a full set of government affairs teams here.

In this way, no matter how careless Roland is, he can understand that the medicine injected into his father is undoubtedly a very important thing...... It can even be said to be an experiment that affects the future decision-making of the entire territory.

And that's not all...... Roland, who had already communicated with Moda Steward, did find something abnormal in his father.

"Your Excellency?"

On the bed, Steward Moda raised his head, his somewhat casual eyes refocused, and looked at the white-haired boy standing beside his bed: "You're here...... It's a wonderful potion, I feel ...... right now I was more sober and calm than I had ever been."

The old man's tone was calm, his expression was soft, and he couldn't see the melancholy and decadent taste of the past: "The time of extreme depression in the past felt like a dream. Is that past me really me? Or is it ...... the other way around?"

Roland also looked at his father with some apprehension—he thought that Moda Steward would wake up looking for death, or he scolded himself for interrupting his journey to death.

However, when the old man woke up, he actually gave him a hug and told him frankly that he was wrong at that time, and his heart fell into irreversible darkness, so he looked at everything in the world without the slightest color.

But now, the color has recovered, and he has seen such an excellent achievement of the child, how can he be willing to die again?

Because it was too beautiful, the reversal was too straightforward, and there was no foreshadowing, and Roland even had some suspicions that Ian had added some kind of boosting potion to his father.

But apparently not.

Because Ian was also a little surprised, this expression could not be faked.

"I didn't expect you to be back to the way we first met."

Ian walked into the bed, and he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Steward Moda, "Do you have any doubts? The potion given to you is a brand new test that can be ...... for you Create a part of your soul to think instead of a diseased area of your brain, and reverse your frustration caused by changes in your brain."

"I don't have the slightest doubt, but I am grateful for your kindness to me, my lord.

Steward Moda shook his head slightly, he paused for a moment,

Then he was confused: "I just, in my mind, there are very clear, real memories that I can feel, and my sadness and pain were real then, and now my peace and relief are also real."

"But just a little soul, a little repair, can there really be such a huge change? I am a person who has already passed on to death, my lord, so I dare to ask, is this the element that you want me to live, so you have added to my soul the elements of peace and relief?"

The old man and the young man looked at each other, and after a few seconds, the Moda steward lowered his head, and he smiled and sighed, "Of course not. You won't. It's not because you don't want to, it's because you don't have to."

"So I'm just confused, is this newfound soul really my soul?"

"Or is the person who was decadent and self-defeating in the past me, or is it now and this person who can calmly examine his wrong thoughts, I?"

That's a good question.

What exactly is "I," Is the body, or is the soul?

On the continent of Terra, everyone sees their souls as their own...... Both, I,.

The thoughts of the soul are undoubtedly the thoughts of oneself.

However, the boundary between the second and third levels is actually the unity of "soul and body, thinking."

In other words, before the third level, the mind of the soul and the body are not the same. The two, me, have different ideas.

Because the body will be affected by hormones, the physical mind relies on the brain, which is volatile and unaware.

The soul is only derived from memory and refuge, but it is also prone to fall into extremes and paranoia.

This is where legends such as demons, illusions, and demonic temptations come from.

Both kinds of thinking and wisdom have limitations, but they can compensate for each other.

For the sublimators, they need to unite the two, defeat the demons in their hearts, and turn the two into nourishment for the light of the heart.

And the light of the heart, which represents the unity of the wisdom of the body and the soul, is the ticket to the path, gnosis and truth, and true wisdom.

So, theoretically speaking, the mind of the soul does not fully represent a person.

The wisdom of the soul, the mind of the soul, in essence, is a reproduction of the physical mind, and then the one that is conceived, the higher echo,!

It's like a person who uploads all his thoughts to the network through machinery, and the network has his complete wisdom and thinking, but his body itself still has thinking.

On earth, nature is dominated by the flesh, so compared to the flesh, the thoughts in the network are echoes.

And isn't the essence of the soul just a natural "thought upload" based on spiritual and essentia?

However, in Terra, the essence of the uploaded data of the soul is still uploaded to the natural database of one's own body, so the two can be considered one...... It is more advanced than ordinary echoes, but it takes the third energy level to tend to be consistent.

So...... It's a mirror!

- yes, echoes and mirrors!

The reason why his family was degraded and exiled to the Southridge, and the plan of Axel the Defender!

Staring at the old man who was a little dazed in front of him, but still calm, Ian suddenly felt a little stunned.

Originally...... It's also an echo!

The third level, the integration of soul and body, is essentially the process of sublimating the echo into a mirror image, and then the mirror facing each other and merging into one's true self!

And now the doubts of the Moda steward, to put it bluntly, are that in the abnormal body, a relatively normal soul is born, and the two are similar but not unified, so they are not mirror images, but more similar to echoes.

Naturally, the soul that is an echo but can think normally is puzzled by the ontological body that has almost lost the ability to think normally.

"It seems that I understand a little bit why the Empire would let the Gnostics Institute support the research behind the Avak Territory - Emperor Axel, this guy, his real purpose may not be to encroach on the bodies of Isengard or others!"

Seeing through this, Ian's mind was now flowing like a waterfall of information, and he extracted all kinds of information from the silver chip and his own memories, feeling that he had revealed layers of fog shrouded in truth.

The events that I thought were already clear have been stripped of a coat and become more real and clear.

The plan of the Protector Axel finally created an artificial soul in Ian himself, and the moment he observed the contradiction between the soul and the body, a corner was exposed in front of his eyes!

His study of echoes and mirrors is essentially an excavation of the essence of the soul! He was looking for the origin of a physical mind and a spiritual mind, looking for the difference and integration between the two, and wanted to find "the true mystery of the third level!"

"For the third-level powerhouse, the unifying point is, dreams,."

"But this answer is definitely not enough for Axel, it is the answer that can only liberate himself, he wants to find a greater consensus, and the consensus of revenge and protection of the dead king is not enough, he wants to find a broader consensus, which is probably acceptable to everyone in the entire empire."

"A 'standard answer,'"

"What is his purpose? Does he also want everyone in the empire to have artificial souls, and even break through the third level? But he didn't want to create a dead king...... So, he wants to create a large number of souls with the essence of the third energy level? But this is impossible, because in addition to consensus, the most important thing is the belief that "without this, even if united, is a fragile ordinary person."

"It must be for some other purpose."

Thinking like this, Ian was stunned for a moment.

For he suddenly remembered the words that Steward Moda had just said to him.

[My lord, so I dare to ask, is this the element that you want me to live, so you have added peace and relief to the soul that has been given to me? 】

Oh, yes.

Echo is something that can be tampered with and added some information......

Let's say, Axel, the defender of the land, wants to find a way to influence the thinking of everyone in the entire empire through artificial souls based on artificial souls and echo-related research......

That might explain what he's been doing all along?!

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