High Above Chapter 50

  Chapter 50 Teaching

  —Extensive collection of corvée, conscription year after year, large-scale construction, extravagance.

   It is said that when the emperor was still alive, all men over the age of sixteen in the empire were conscripted to serve, and he also built a huge palace in the imperial capital that was never seen before or heard of among the countries.

  Besides this time, he was even more aggressive. At the same time, he had a total of over one million troops in Junlingbao, Feiyandi, Ushtalaf Mountains and Karan Mountains, forcing the Eastern Heavenly Court to retreat to the Star Chasing Plain.

  Not only feared the citizens, but also feared the enemy countries, like a black sun that swept across an era.

  Hearing this pronoun, Hilliard was silent for a moment.

  Afterwards, he sighed softly: "He is not a black king, nor is he a tyrant."

   "But it doesn't matter."

  The old knight crossed this point and said calmly: "In short, the imperial exploration team discovered that there are relics of pre-era civilizations in the South China Sea—and the original mission of Port Harrison was to serve as a forward base for developing the relics."

"However, because relics have been found in other areas, the development is more convenient, while the Nanling Province is too primitive, it is difficult to develop, and the local aborigines are even more difficult to deal with. Therefore, the development of Harrison Port, which was first built, has been slow... Thanks to the empire has always been I have not forgotten, so I have been transporting resources for Harrison Port, which stabilized the situation."

   At this point, Hilliard's expression was even a bit bitter. If it wasn't for Ian's vision that he could see in the dim light of a rainy night due to the awakening of psionic power, he might not have been able to find it at all.

He said softly: "Just after that, there was turmoil in the dark moon, the first emperor died, and the original crown prince also went away due to conspiracy. The remaining three princes and one queen competed for the throne, and the empire was on the verge of civil strife... Finally, it was stable. Come down, after the new emperor ascended the throne, the empire was also seriously injured, all pioneering territories shrank, and the support resources of all frontier pioneering cities, including Harrison Port, were completely interrupted."

   "Until recently, the empire's support has only begun to recover... But it is not for the development of the ruins, but because of the need to trade with Canaan Moore and Whale Song Cliff. Harrison Port can be used as a relay point to open up a new trade route."

  Hearing this, Ian also had some understanding in his heart.

  —It seems that Mr. Hilliard may be the one who failed in the Dark Moon Coup?

   But this is not a particularly important thing, his attention is all on another keyword.

   "Pre-epoch?"

  Ian repeated the word seriously, staring at the old knight: "Remains of the previous era?"

   "Teacher, what is that?"

"how?"

  But Hilliard was surprised: "You haven't read history books?"

  But soon, he was relieved: "That's right, the popularization of culture only lasted for thirty years, and it was abolished after the Dark Moon turmoil."

   "You missed a good time."

Stretching out his hand, he patted the boy's shoulder with some sympathy. Hilliard briefly explained: "This world once encountered an incredible natural disaster. Scholars generally believe that it may be a huge meteorite falling from the sky. That disaster destroyed the entire pre-epoch and completely destroyed all ancient civilizations, and the era that only existed in legends died out.”

"We are all the descendants of the surviving ancestors, the descendants of the re-multiplication on the land after the disaster, and between the heaven and the earth, we can always find some traces left over from the previous era. Among them, the larger and more complete ones are It's a relic."

   "Most of the ruins are very dangerous, and there is a great possibility that they will be converted into a labyrinth, an ecological circle that accumulates a large number of spiritual energy fields, and a super-giant lair surrounded by many monsters."

Raising his head and looking out of the window, Hilliard stared at the thunderstorms in the sky outside the window: "These visions, storms, thunder and showers, are all signs that a large labyrinth is about to be born. It is only a precipitation period, and we will wait until It will be fully formed in the next seven or eight years, or even ten years later."

   "But even during the precipitation period, it will cause a large number of monsters to breed, and the weather will change suddenly."

   "According to my guess, the imminent crisis at Port Harrison is related to the unformed maze—the 'core' of the maze will attract many wild beasts, monsters and aliens from all directions of the sea and land."

   "It's actually okay to say, because monsters have brains, and they cherish their lives. As long as they are not crazy, they will never attack human cities."

   "But if some natives want to use the power of the gathered beasts...or even plan to use the power of the labyrinth...then Port Harrison is indeed dangerous."

   Shaking his head slightly, Hilliard looked worried.

  He didn't tell the whole truth, but that's how it was on the outside.

  —The ruins are not objects that can be used at will.

"It's time to rest."

   Standing up, Hilliard said calmly: "I came back this time just to check on your situation. I will go to sea later, and I will be back before midnight."

   "No matter how the situation develops, the most important thing is to ensure that you have plenty of physical strength and a smooth practice."

  Ian has always obeyed Hilliard's instructions.

   But this time, the boy shook his head slightly.

   "Now." He said, "I may not be able to sleep well."

"Um?"

  Hilliard looked at the boy suspiciously.

  He naturally didn't think that Ian would suffer from insomnia, or be unable to fall asleep because of fear—how could a child who can learn the basic breathing method overnight be so fragile?

  The old knight looked at the boy's situation seriously, and then opened his eyes wide: "Wait...your virtual source seed is very active..."

  He thought of a possibility, and couldn't help but said in amazement: "You, have you figured out the structure of the source seed, and you can already drive the source seed normally?!"

   Being able to drive the virtual source seed normally means that the sublimator apprentice has already started and can start trying to gather the real source seed.

  Generally speaking, talented people can achieve it within a month, and talented people can try to condense it within a week or two.

   But now, from Ian's contact with the path of ascension to the present, there are only three days...

  Hilliard observed solemnly, but he knew something in his heart—no wonder Ian couldn't sleep. How can the energy provided by the running source seed be consumed by a child? It is normal even for adult men not to sleep for three days and three nights!

Regarding Hilliard's inconceivable expression, Ian nodded seriously: "Yes, I already know the structure of the source seed, although there is no way to condense the real source seed because of insufficient source quality, but I have corrected part of the virtual source seed The structure makes it operate more efficiently..."

   "Nonsense!"

Before Ian could finish speaking this time, Hilliard raised his volume and scolded in a stern voice: "Modify the source seed structure in private? It's too dangerous, how could you do that! It is not efficiency at all, but security and peace!"

   "Although the source seed structure I selected for you is not the most efficient, it is relatively the safest and most stable structure. You can modify it at will..."

   Before he could finish speaking, Hilliard had already strode forward. He raised his right hand and pressed it against Ian's chest with a hot stream.

   Of course he will also have a highly efficient seed structure, but for an eight-year-old child, what's the use of fast? As long as there are no mistakes, Ian's practice time six or seven years earlier than others is enough to give him a great advantage.

What's more, it's not impossible to change the source seed structure in the future. Every time a sublimator climbs the ladder and advances to an energy level, he has an opportunity to optimize his source seed structure. With Ian's talent, it is impossible to change it at that time. Late!

   "Students are too smart, and there are disadvantages... At least the slightly stupid students are obedient and worry-free, so they won't make such dangerous operations..."

Sighing in his heart, Hilliard is trying to use his psychic power to perceive the operation of the virtual source-seed in Ian's body. He has made up his mind that even if there is a slight mistake, he will immediately decompose the virtual source-seed in Ian's body, and so on. After a month of rest, I will bestow it on him.

  He has no other students and disciples, and the old knight will not allow his last successor to make any mistakes because of this lowest level of accident.

but…

   "This..." Hilliard frowned the moment he detected the situation of Ian's virtual source, but his expression became extremely strange: "How is it possible..."

  He was shocked to find that at this moment, the virtual source seed in Ian's body was operating perfectly, at an extremely fast speed, and after the overall structure was optimized... there was even a simple mechanical beauty!

Now it seems that the virtual heart in Ian's body is not so much a virtual heart as the virtual source of the virtual engine. At this moment, it is continuously using the power of heartbeat and breathing to quickly absorb the scattered source quality in Ian's body and condense it. Formed into extremely high-quality source quality chips, piled up in its body, waiting for future shaping and explosion.

"genius…"

  The old knight couldn't help muttering to himself: "The Chosen One... Is this the Chosen One? For apprentices who haven't really embarked on the road to ascension, this is already the highest level, a flawless source seed structure."

   "No, even those born to know the chosen ones, it is absolutely impossible!"

   "Teacher, this is good news, isn't it?"

  Hearing Ian's smiling voice, Hilliard looked at his disciple's face.

  The white-haired boy smiled slightly, like an elf walking out of a fairy tale book, which even made him a little dazed for a while, wondering if he was hallucinating.

   But soon, he realized that Hilliard stared deeply at Ian.

   "Hope..." He whispered to himself in his heart: "It's been so many years, I finally let me see it."

   "Hmph." There was silence for a while, and then the corner of his mouth grinned. The gray-haired knight's gaze changed from complicated to sharp in an instant.

   Lifting his head slightly, Hilliard stared at Ian, and while making him tremble suddenly, he said in a deep voice: "I really underestimate you, my disciple."

  His tone was unprecedentedly solemn, and his firm determination could even be heard: "Since you can do far more than I imagined, then I can't train you according to the way I used to think, and train you according to the method of training ordinary geniuses."

   "The you now are definitely not your limit."

   "Just wait, little Ian, don't think that this is the end."

  The old knight withdrew his right hand, put his hands behind his back, and said sternly: "Now, go to sleep first."

"Starting tomorrow, the process of condensing the source seeds will be postponed. At the same time, the amount of training will be doubled, and the culture class will also start. I will guide you, from sublimation knowledge to historical common sense, from experience to specific practice, I will put all my knowledge into practice. The summed up experience will be passed on to you!"

   "After you have the same level of sublimation knowledge as ordinary knights, you can gather the source seeds under my supervision."

   "Trust me. You can definitely do better!"

"what?"

  The smile on Ian's face suddenly froze.

   Facing Hilliard's serious and solemn expression, as well as the faint coercion coming from him, he suddenly realized that acting too genius didn't seem to be a good thing at all.

-Own…

  —Are you acting too much?

  (end of this chapter)

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