277: Chapter 263: thod of Immortality (3/10) 277: Chapter 263: thod of Immortality (3/10) “Died in…
the Southern Sea…”
As he locked eyes with those gentle orbs that had always looked upon him kindly, Yisen Gard couldn’t grasp the aning of the other’s words for a mont, only able to mutter, “The last…
opportunity?”
But he wasn’t truly foolish, it was just a mont before the young man understood: “Uncle, are you suggesting…
that I fake my death?!”
“Yes.”
Patrick, with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his overcoat, seed to truly have no intention of fighting: “If it were the outside world, you would have to die…
at least, you would have to lose the potential to advance.”
“But here—in Yisen, you can die, but you don’t really have to die.”
“Instead, you could gain freedom through death.”
——Indeed.
At this mont, Ian was starting to comprehend Patrick’s intent, or rather, the thoughts of the Ellen Family.
Such actions by Patrick were obviously not entirely his own idea…
The Marchioness might not know, but Marquis Ayrin himself definitely did!
Patrick was nothing but a knife in the hands of the Marquis, a knife that could be easily plucked out—hence the contradiction, appearing as if he did not want to kill Yisen, yet striking with full force without any restraint!
Patrick must have so irresistibly compromising leverage in the hands of Marquis Ayrin!
“Uncle, are you saying that soone wants to harm ?”
If it had been Yisen Gard of the past, he would have breathed a sigh of relief at Patrick’s words, jubilant that his uncle didn’t genuinely wish to kill him—he was that naive.
However, having experienced a fair share of events, he had gradually co to understand these so-called ‘social graces’.
Yisen Gard wasn’t truly foolish; it was just that previously, he indeed had no need to ponder over such trivialities that ant nothing to him.
So the golden-haired young man, similarly suspecting sothing, took a step back instead.
He said with a sowhat bitter expression, “And the identity of that person—it’s soone from our Ellen Family…
is it soone that not even Dad can resist?”
“To force Dad’s hand, to have to resort to this thod…
could it be Grandfather…”
His voice beca so dry as he spoke that it was difficult to continue.
“Haha.”
Patrick did not directly admit it; he simply chuckled, then looked into Ian’s eyes: “Yisen, you might not have heard it, but I believe, Ian, you must have heard my earlier muttering.”
“Indeed.”
He admitted candidly, “Your grandfather.
Yisen, it’s the Imperial Emperor, His Majesty Akseir, our Guardian.”
“But why?!”
Yisen Gard suddenly raised his voice, trembling but daring to speak out: “For whatever reason, I’ve always been at the Imperial Capital—couldn’t grandfather have done whatever he wanted to a long ti ago?!”
“If grandfather truly wished harm, how could I have left the Imperial Capital and co to the Southern Sea…”
As he said this, his voice shrank.
Because Yisen Gard had found the reason.
“He needs to grow stronger.” Yisen murmured softly, lifting his hand to gaze at his fingers stained in several colors from the various alchemy materials: “He needs to grow…
truly grow, to experience many things…
to beco stronger, to et his expectations…”
re resource accumulation might take you only as far as the Third Energy Level, but advancing to the Fourth Energy Level would require a transformation of the Heart Light Body, a solidification of one’s very soul.
With Teacher Gossay and Uncle Patrick looking out for him, venturing into the Southern Sea to capture a Crystal Dragon would in theory not be too challenging, at the very least he could hold on to his life.
Not to ntion, failure is also a form of growth…
“What exactly does grandfather want to do to ?”
Raising his head, the golden-haired young man’s lake-green eyes glead with an uncertain fla, his teeth clenched so tightly that the dark tallic Inscriptions beneath his left eye began to brighten.
Patrick said nothing.
He waited patiently for Yisen Gard to think for himself and find the answer.
The man rely continued to watch his nephew gently, as always.
Even harboring a bit of expectation.
And just as Yisen Gard was gritting his teeth but slowly calming down.
Ian locked eyes with Patrick, who had turned his head.
Ian mouthed a word.
[Echo].
Patrick’s pupils dilated slightly; he had not expected Ian to know this term.
“How did you know that?!”
He even took a step forward in his excitent, causing Yisen, who was still frowning in thought, to look up and warily at his uncle.
It was a montary lapse.
In the next instant, he realized it was a ruse to trick him.
After several calm breaths, Patrick quickly thought of the possibility.
“The White Folks, yes, you are one of those White Folks…”
He was startled and then laughed without any hint of humor: “Haha, I see, that’s it.
The Black King dealt with the Chehalorvo Family back then because of this—because of the Echo!”
“It was you bastards who brought the Echo out of the ancient ruins…
Let guess, did your family think that was the path to immortality?!”
Staring at Ian’s indifferent expression, Patrick appeared unconcerned about the young man’s hostility.
He lifted his head, gazing up at the luminous glow at the top of the Sacrificial Ground, and remarked solemnly, “The Black King, despised as a tyrant by the world, did so many good deeds in his life.
He even left a branch of the Chehalorvo Family that discovered the ‘Echo’ alive in Harrison Port…”
“He wouldn’t even kill, is he truly the son of Axel, that mongrel?!”
“Uncle!”
Yisen Gard couldn’t help but speak out: “What exactly are you talking about?
Can’t you just tell the answer directly?!”
“If you truly want to live, why not tell exactly what happened?
And if you truly wish to kill , then why not do it now?”
“It’s simple.”
To Yisen Gard’s questioning, Ian’s response was to take a step forward, shielding the young man with blonde hair behind him.
He raised his Heavy Abyss Iron Sword, calmly confronting Patrick: “He’s still hesitating whether to kill you or not—what he said just now, was indeed true, at least he didn’t want to kill you ten seconds ago.”
“But now, he’s struggling a lot.”
“The bottom line, Patrick.” Ian gave a sign to flee with a hand hidden behind him, towards Yisen Gard, who was still hesitating.
Frowning, but the blonde young man did not hesitate to turn around and run quickly towards the passage to leave.
He had promised Ian that he would follow his command no matter what.
Moreover, such a confrontation was dangerous, and he needed to find reinforcents imdiately.
As for whether Ian alone could hold off Patrick…
He could only trust in that.
Patrick’s attention had been entirely focused on Ian, and he did not imdiately realize that his nephew, who had been interacting with him just a mont ago, had turned and run away decisively, to the point of disbelief.
He even moved slightly, feeling the impulse to give chase.
But Ian took a step forward as well, the unedged sword light flickered, and a strong sense of danger made Patrick stop in his tracks.
“In the end.” The white-haired young man said indifferently: “You’re just a half-baked character.”
“Be it a friend, student, or supervisor; uncle, noble, or subject—you’re incomplete in all these roles, and you keep hesitating, unable to make the final decision.”
“Now, Yisen Gard is not here, you can explain clearly to without any reservations.”
Turning his head slightly, Ian’s peripheral vision scanned the Learning Machine on the ground.
He spoke solemnly: “The ‘Echo’ you ntioned…
what exactly is its connection with this ‘Learning Machine’, a precious relic from the civilization of the previous era?”
Silence persisted on the Sacrificial Ground for a while.
The noble with blonde hair took several deep breaths before calming down, struggling to contain an emotion that was either anger or relief.
“…Haven’t you already guessed?”
He scoffed, with a strange sense of pity: “Learning Machine?
It really is a good na, perhaps in the civilization of the previous era, it was just a device for learning knowledge.”
“Although it’s not the real form of the Echo, with your intelligence, Ian, can’t you understand what this evil device, which can transfer ‘soone’s mories’ to ‘soone else’, can be used for?”
Ian narrowed his eyes, tightening his grip on the sword.
—Indeed, he had guessed, but because of the mories of Earth, he truly could not understand why anyone would do this…
or even conceive of ‘thinking’ in this way.
To use a sacred object ant for imparting knowledge…
for such petty and boring desecration.
“I indeed am half-baked, but aren’t you as well?
Despite being so intelligent, you refuse to contemplate the ugliness of human nature.”
With a sarcastic tone, Patrick’s voice beca heavy and solemn.
He pulled his hand out of his upper garnt, electricity crackling as he picked up the case of the Learning Machine, which looked like a mirror shell.
The man used the case as a mirror to reflect his own face and then pointed it at Ian, allowing the white-haired young man to see his slightly distorted reflection in the tallic surface.
He laughed heartily: “Look, this is a ‘Mirror’.”
“Although sowhat warped and distorted, it’s rely because the ‘mirror’s’ material is not good enough.
If there were a perfect mirror, wouldn’t the reflection be an exact duplicate of the original?”
“And the ‘Echo’, to so extent, is it not a mirror of sounds?”
As he spoke, he squeezed the tal mirror piece in his hand into pieces, emitting a piercing screech, the sound echoing throughout the hall.
The noble with blonde hair stared at the young man before him: “Naturally…”
“It’s also the mirror of mory.”
Watching Ian’s expression grow grave, Patrick’s tone beca increasingly unrestrained: “Yes, the ‘Echo’ and the ‘Mirror’, are two forbidden technologies originating from the civilization of the previous era—a thod of immortality, replicating everything, echoing soone’s entire being, including thoughts and mories, sowhere else…”
“The thod of Immortality!”
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