Ian did not know Hiliard’s purpose, he only knew that the old knight always showed a complex expression when he saw Yisen Gard, as if he had seen a familiar shadow, and also seed to detest the person who created that shadow.
Just from Hiliard’s reaction, Ian could realize that Yisen Gard’s appearance... probably resembled Inega II, the forr stationed army of Hiliard.
Perhaps even...
"Artificial human? Clone? Or just simply a resemblance through bloodline inheritance?" Ian mused, "It’s said that nephews resemble their uncles, but this is a grandson."
"...None of those. And where did you gather all this random knowledge?" Hiliard’s anger diminished slightly due to Ian’s interruption, and he looked at the boy with slight confusion, "But indeed, you’re not wrong, Yisen Gard does resemble Inega II... only soone like , who has seen our lord in his youth, could discern it clearly."
At this point, Hiliard shook his head.
He taught Ian so truly important knowledge of transcendence and revealed many magic potion formulas for the Bloodline True Form to Ian.
These dozen or so rare magic potions, originally considered invaluable wealth accumulated over centuries by a great family, seed like re grains of sand in the mouth of the old knight, yet Ian did not underestimate this knowledge. He absorbed it like a dry sponge soaking up every drop of nectar.
"What a pity, if only I knew your aptitude and curiosity were so astonishing, I should have told you these last ti we t."
Before leaving, the old knight felt quite regretful—as ultimately, their eting during the last great storm was rely coincidental; he had no intention to take on a disciple at that ti. Now it seed... with Yisen Gard as evidence, The Empire seed to be planning sothing still.
And he had grown old, unable to personally prevent or even witness anything... he indeed needed a young disciple to inherit his will.
As Ian watched the old man’s departing figure, he slightly furrowed his brow and then quietly, using the previously left channel, dialed the communication device left by ’Weyges’.
[Kid, I rember I told you not to call this number casually...]
"The old man looks like he’s about to do sothing foolish."
Before Weyges could pretend to intimidate him, Ian straightforwardly said, "Let make it simple—are you going to appear as the old man’s benefactor or as his enemy?"
[...]
Weyges was silent for a long ti, but Ian, who could see through the other party’s conflicted heart, knew with a fingertip that the other party would certainly make a choice that would satisfy him.
[...I’ll be right there!]
Although Ian was one of the leaders of the White Folks’ Trade Association and the next-generation Inscription Craftsman favored and grood by Viscount Grant, he still couldn’t move with Yisen Gard and Master Gossay’s fleet.
And just after the Imperial Capital’s exploration team set off, Harrison Port received an unexpected expected news: The last remnants of the Redwood Natives fully mobilized with the intent to attack the Imperial Capital’s exploration team.
Behind them, there was even the shadow of another great power on Terra, the ’Fiery Fla Land’.
Elder Pude and Viscount Grant both went out of the city to confront them, while Ian, in his workshop, was preparing ultra-high-intensity cluster bombs and simple rocket launchers.
"Even in this world with magic, explosives can surely be useful."
This was Ian’s explanation to Weyges, who had co looking for him, regarding his actions: "Don’t you find it cool? With your body’s strength, you could even carry these high-intensity explosives to self-destruct with soone!"
"I won’t banter with you."
Weyges, who had been hovering around, took a deep breath, and said deeply: "You say the teacher followed the Ellen Family’s exploration team to search for Crystal Creatures... but is that really the case?"
"Of course not, searching for Crystal Creatures alone wouldn’t mobilize the Ellen Family and Master Gossay, nor entice the teacher."
Ian shook his head slightly, he looked towards the Southern Sea: "Only the South Sea Great Labyrinth has such allure—they must be there."
And at this mont, the celestial phenona changed drastically.
With the ocean reflowing, the once storm-raged Southern Sea cald down, only the lightning at the apex of the firmant interwove more densely like a net—and at the direction of the Southern Sea, an unimaginably vast void appeared.
The Gate to the South Sea Great Labyrinth, had opened.
"How should we get over there?"
"I’ve long calculated the anomalous zone of the Southern Sea, let’s go, I have the boat ready."
At this mont, in the nihility of darkness, Yisen Gard stared at all of this in shock.
"That is..."
He murmured, "Another in a parallel tiline?"
"Another Ian in a parallel tiline?"
He could understand this scene, yet he couldn’t grasp most of the previous phantasms... whether it was the phantom of an elder Ian who conquered Terra, or the phantom of a complete Ian who slaughtered the entire world, all gave him an extrely real yet absurdly ludicrous feeling.
He knew Ian could achieve it.
But he knew Ian wouldn’t do it.
Yet in the infinite parallel tilines, as long as sothing ’could be done’, it becos ’reality’.
And finally, he even saw Hiliard’s attention towards him.
"So the First Knight can live that long."
He thought so, his heart complicated: "It turns out that in front of the elders from that era, my anomaly could be seen at a glance... Sadly, in our universe, the First Knight didn’t et in ti."
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