Above The Sky

"Die in... the South China Sea..."

Looking at the pair of eyes that had been watching him tenderly in the past, Isengard couldn't understand the meaning of the other party's words for a while, and could only murmur: "The last... chance?"

But after all, he wasn't really stupid. It was just a moment, and the young man understood: "Uncle, what do you mean...you want me to fake death?!"

"right."

And Patrick put his hands in the pockets of his shirt, and it seemed that he really had no intention of fighting: "If it is outside, you must die... at least lose the potential for advancement."

"But here—Ethan, you can die, but you don't have to."

"On the contrary, one can be freed by death."

--really.

At this moment, Ian has somewhat understood the thoughts of Patrick, or rather, the Ellen family.

It is obviously impossible for Patrick to act like his own thoughts... The Marquise may not know it, but Marquis Ellen himself definitely knows it!

Patrick is just a knife in the Marquis's hand, a knife that can easily take out his own - that's why the other party is so contradictory.

Patrick, there must be an irresistible handle in the hands of Marquis Ellen!

"Uncle, do you mean to say that someone wants to hurt me?"

If it was Isengard in the past, when he heard Patrick's words at this moment, he might breathe a sigh of relief, and be glad that his uncle didn't really want to kill him - he was so naive.

However, after going through a lot of things, he gradually understood these so-called 'worldliness'.

Isengard wasn't really stupid, just that he didn't need to think about the minutiae that meant nothing to him in the past.

Therefore, the blond boy, who also guessed something, took a step back.

He said with a bit of bitterness: "And that person's identity is our Ellen family... Yes, even Dad can't resist?"

"I can make my father unable to resist, so I can only deal with it in this way... Could it be that it's my grandfather..."

When he said this, his voice was so dry that it was difficult to continue to speak the next words.

"Ha ha."

Patrick didn't admit it directly, he just chuckled and looked at Ian: "You may not have heard it, Ethan, but I believe, Ian, you must have heard my murmuring before."

"indeed."

He simply admitted: "It's your grandfather. Yisen, the emperor of the empire, our earth-keeper, His Majesty Axel."

"but why?!"

Isengard suddenly raised the volume, his voice was trembling, but he dared to speak: "No matter what the reason, I have always been in the imperial capital - no matter what Grandpa wants to do to me, can't he do it long ago?!"

"If grandpa really wants to be against me, how can I leave the imperial capital and come to the South China Sea..."

At this point, his voice became smaller.

Because Isengard has found the reason.

"He needs me to become stronger." Yisen whispered to himself, he raised his hand and stared at his fingers that were dyed in several colors by various alchemy materials: "He needs me to grow... real growth, Going through many things...becoming stronger and meeting his demands..."

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 the mind and light body, and a condensation of one's own soul.

Under the care of Mr. Gosey and Uncle Patrick, he came to the South China Sea to capture a crystal dragon. In theory, it was really not a difficult task, at least he could hold his own life.

Not to mention, failure is also a form of growth…

"What exactly does Grandpa want to do to me?"

Raising his head, the blond boy's lake-green eyes flashed with indeterminate flames. He gritted his teeth, and even the dark metal inscription under his left eye began to brighten.

Patrick said nothing.

He patiently waited for Isengard to think for himself, to find the answer himself.

The man just looked at his nephew gently, as always.

Even with a little hope.

And just when Isengard gritted his teeth but slowly calmed down.

Ian looked at Patrick, who turned his head.

Ian for export.

【echo】.

Patrick's pupils dilated slightly, he didn't expect Ian to know this word.

"How did you know?!"

He even took a step forward excitedly, causing Yi Sen, who was still frowning and thinking, to raise his head and look at his uncle warily.

It was just a momentary gaffe. The next moment, he realized that this was a trick to deceive himself.

After a few calm breaths, Patrick quickly thought of the possibility.

"White people, yes, yes, you are that white people..."

He was a little stunned, and then laughed without a smile: "Haha, yes, it turns out that the Black King dealt with the Cheharorvo family because of this—because of the echo!"

"It's you bastards who brought the echo out of the ancient ruins... Let me guess, will your family think that's the road to immortality?!"

Staring at Ian's indifferent expression, Patrick ignored the boy's hostility.

He raised his head, stared at the brilliance of Yingying at the top of the sacrificial ground, and said with emotion: "The black king, who was cast aside as a tyrant by the world, has done so many good deeds in his life, even the Cieharorvo family who discovered the 'echo', actually And leave you all in Port Harrison..."

"He can't even kill anyone, is he really a father and son with this bastard Axel?!"

"uncle!"

Isengard couldn't help but said: "What exactly are you talking about? Can't you tell me the answer directly?!"

"If you really want me to live, why don't you tell me what happened? If you really want to kill me, why don't you do it now?"

"It's simple."

To Isengard's questioning, Ian's response was to take a step forward and stop the blond boy behind.

He raised the Chongyuan iron sword in his hand and confronted Patrick calmly: "He is still hesitating whether he wants to kill you - what he said just now is indeed true, at least ten seconds ago he didn't want to kill you."

"But right now, he's struggling a lot."

"At the end of the day, Patrick." Ian put a hand behind him and made an 'escape' gesture to Isengard, who was still hesitating.

His brows were furrowed, but the blond boy turned his head back without hesitation, and ran away quickly towards the passage.

He had promised Ian that he would obey his orders no matter what.

What's more, the confrontation like this now is dangerous, and he has to find reinforcements immediately.

As for whether Ian can stop Patrick by himself...

He can only believe.

Patrick's attention was all focused on Ian just now. The nephew, who was still communicating with him before, didn't react at all, but turned around and ran away, which was resolutely incredible.

He even moved slightly, creating the urge to chase.

But Ian also took a step forward, the bladeless sword flashing, and a strong sense of danger stopped Patrick.

"In the final analysis." The white-haired boy said lightly: "You are just a half-ass."

"Whether it's friends, students and bosses; uncles, nobles and courtiers - you're all half-hearted and indecisive, unable to make a final decision."

"Now that Isengard is no longer here, you can make it clear to me without any hesitation."

Turning his head sideways, the corner of Ian's eyes swept to the learning machine on the ground.

He said solemnly: "What is the connection between the 'echo' you mentioned... and this incomparably precious 'learning machine' of the pre-epoch civilization?"

Silence continued for a while in the sacrificial grounds.

The blond nobleman took a few deep breaths before suppressing his anger or happiness and calmed down.

"...Didn't you already guess?"

He sneered, with an inexplicable pity: "Learning machine? It's really a good name. Perhaps in the pre-epoch civilization, it was really just a tool for learning knowledge."

"Although it is not the true form of the echo, but with your ingenuity, Ian, can't you understand what this evil facility that can instill 'someone's memory' into 'other' can be used for what? ?"

Ian narrowed his eyes and clenched the sword in his hand.

——Indeed, he had guessed it for a long time, but because of the memory of the earth, he really couldn't understand why someone would do this...or could actually 'think' like this.

To use the sacred things used to pass on knowledge to do... such boring and uninteresting blasphemy.

"I am indeed a half-assed person, why are you not? You are so smart, but you don't want to think about the ugliness of human nature."

The words were ironic, Patrick's voice became heavy and solemn, he pulled his hand out of his shirt, the electric current flowed, and picked up the mirror-like shell of the learning machine on the ground.

The man used the shell as a mirror to reflect his face, and then pointed it at Ian, so that the white-haired boy could see his slightly deformed face from the metal mirror.

He laughed and said, "Look, this is a 'mirror'."

"Although there are some distortions, it's just that 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, is not a mirror of sound?"

Saying so, he crushed the metal lens in his hand and let out a piercing whistle, which echoed in layers in the hall.

The blond nobleman stared at the boy in front of him: "Naturally..."

"It's the mirror of memory."

Noticing that Ian's expression gradually became solemn, Patrick's tone became more and more wild: "Yes, 'echo' and 'mirror' are two taboo technologies that originated from the civilization of the previous era - a kind of replica Everything, everything that one person has, along with thoughts and memories, reverberates in another place..."

"The Law of Eternal Life!"