High Above

【it's actually really easy】

Mikael's Heart Light Body, the bird of light that looked a bit like Phoenix, but shone brighter, turned his head and glanced at Ian: [You also know that Archduke Thorin has my grandfather, who is Inai. Ka II’s legacy of psychic arts]

[He was once a student of his grandfather and was a chosen one - even though the old prince died at the hands of his grandfather, he still respected his grandfather and inherited part of his inheritance]

[And all of my grandfather’s inheritance are related. If you want to restore the glory of the golden age, or even go further, your grandfather’s inheritance is necessary]

He looked up at the sky above his head, seeing the dim sky with a hint of blood in the Azure City, and said lightly: [But for most people in this world, most powerful sublimators - this world does not need The second Inaga does not need such an impatient black tyrant]

[Although the current Terra is not perfect, it is already quite good for them. They can just transform it slowly, there is no need to be so anxious]

[They won’t let their grandfather’s legacy come together. I can’t get it, Grand Duke Thorin can’t get it, and neither can all the other heirs who are still hiding their identities]

[Similarly, I also have selfish motives. I can’t let others get my grandfather’s inheritance, it’s that simple]

"and."

Ian narrowed his eyes, a habitual expression when he discovered some secret and hidden lines in other people's words.

The young man said softly: "You want me to be your guide. A hidden guide."

"Your Highness, you will appear on the surface in an upright manner later, and face off against the powerful men from other countries who will appear next - you will compete for the late emperor's legacy, the technical materials in Grand Duke Thorin's laboratory."

"But in the end you're going to miss out, and you're not going to get the legacy."

"But I'm here. When the time comes, you want me to cooperate and receive those inheritances."

"That's why you wanted me here."

[It is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you may get involved in the battlefield of strong men - but will you refuse? 】

Mikael's voice was relaxed and full of smile: [I knew from the beginning that you would come here, and no inheritance heir would give up this opportunity]

[Ian, I have read your paper on highly effective pharmaceuticals. It is very good. You listened to my suggestions and produced results so quickly. In just two months, you completely changed the direction of your research. You are so Being smart, it is naturally impossible to refuse the opportunity to get more inheritance]

Ian didn't speak. His silence at this moment was the best answer.

Therefore, the second prince was also quite satisfied: [Don't worry, as long as you cooperate well and nothing happens... there will definitely be no danger]

[In this regard, we are not superiors and subordinates, princes and lords...but partners]

——Only ghosts believe it.

Ian thought this way. He didn't think that the second prince would harm him. The other party was a green and friendly unit.

However, 'no accident' is the same as impossible.

Regardless of Mikael's good plan, what he will do when the time comes will definitely 'depend on the situation'.

In fact, Mikael didn't have any idea of ​​success. He just simply made a plan 'if it will succeed' to ensure that he would not be unprepared when he encountered the opportunity - Ian was prepared for success. a necessary factor.

This is actually a good habit, and Ian records this practice in a ‘memo’.

Now that he has reported it to Mikael, the real big boss, Tres will certainly not have any objections.

He is currently in a state of cerebral slickness and has no intention of doing any thinking.

After confirming that there was no danger, Ian took Shuangdie and Hua An to the place where the 'mother' physically died in his memory.

He found the body of the Phantom Woman's Primarch.

Inside a shop, many women with young faces but white hair died of massive bleeding from the blood vessels in their necks. She was smiling when she died, and combined with her memory, it was obvious that she died willingly.

There were several strips of cloth wrapped around the woman's body. Apparently, her son Miles did this to prevent his mother from being infected by fungus and turning into a corpse. A simple name was written on the strips of blood.

【Ruixi】

The situation was urgent, and even Miles couldn't choose a good enough burial place for his mother. He could only put it inside a clothing store on the street to avoid being disturbed by other corpse beasts.

"Please forgive me, I'm just trying to find out the truth."

Whispering to himself, Ian stretched out his hand, his eyes lit up with a silver-green halo, and then pressed on the woman's head: "I need to know what happened to you..."

In an instant, the precognitive vision activated.

Ian saw many fragmented memories again.

These memories include scenes of the woman named Ruixi living in an apartment building, scenes of a helpful aunt named Lydia helping her, and scenes of herself working hard to raise her son. Big, and watching with pride as he becomes a man.

However, the originally cozy apartment building turned into a hell on earth, and Aunt Lydia and her family, who took care of the mother and son, were almost all killed by the madman's attack.

Only Cynthia, the little granddaughter, and her daughter's family who were traveling survived.

Ian read these memories, he remained silent, still calm.

He just sighed in his heart, and then selected the most important doubts.

"it's here."

The water-colored halo in his eyes extinguished, and Ian straightened up. He stood in front of Ruixi's body and said to himself: "A 'plague' or 'mental interference' similar to 'temporary soul formation' has already appeared. , it was an experiment, so the people from the Grand Duke’s Palace quickly gave out the ‘potion’ to cure it.”

"And how come the condition of this plague...is similar to that of Flash Mosquitoes?"

"There are also special medicines. In fact, it is a special ectoplasm base liquid. Although it can indeed heal the soul, in essence, it is just a 'prerequisite' for people to better condense the soul!"

"Some people adapt, and some people don't. Those who adapt can successfully condense a real soul like Ruixi when the virtual world overlaps with reality, while those who don't adapt have temporary souls. The time will also be extended.”

"Grand Duke Thorin actually developed a potion that can assist the 'temporary soul'... If it hadn't been for an accident in the laboratory, he might have been able to use money to create a group of 'ordinary people' with souls!"

——This is really a great invention.

Thinking like this, Ian suddenly discovered another doubt.

"etc."

He frowned slightly, squatted down, and looked at Ruixi's body seriously - he was not really staring into the eyes of the corpse, but looking into the inside of Ruixi's body and some conditions inside the brain.

Ruixi has been dead for a long time, and her brain has long been rotten... It's a pity, but the fact is that it has turned into a ball of paste, and she can't see anything clearly.

Because of this, Ian didn't observe too carefully before, but after he noticed the existence of the 'temporary soul', he took a closer look.

As a result, doubts were discovered.

Ian was silent for a while, he hesitated for a while, but in the end, he made up his mind.

"very sorry."

He took a deep breath and said seriously to the corpse in front of him: "But I really need to do this in order to do something."

After speaking, Ian stretched out his hand, and the flowing water fell into the corpse's ears, breaking through the decayed body structure and going straight into the inside of the pulpy brain.

Then, caught something in it.

Then pull it out.

Snapped. Ian straightened Ruixi's body, and then stared at the foreign object he found in her brain.

That's...a little bug.

A bug that was very familiar to Ian, but yet a little different.

"Brain-eating worm..."

Ian whispered to himself in a low voice, and his tone was so cold that both Frost Butterfly and Hua An trembled... But in fact, Ian knew very well that this was not a real brain-eating worm.

This is ‘brain attachment’.

Although it is primitive and degenerate, far inferior to the civilization of the previous era, it does not have the atavistic and violent 'sequoia brain'!