infodatos Chapter 256, page 255: Everyone's Role
Chapter 256, page 255: Everyone's Role
Chapter 256, page 255: Everyone's Role
The setting sun cast a golden glow on the grass, and Ariana's new sword reflected an orange-red light—the reflection of the flames Ian had summoned for forging.
There is an automatically operating bellows.
It seemed to be rhythmically pulled by an invisible magical hand, emitting a dull yet powerful "whoosh" sound, each pulsation making the flames in the air burn even brighter.
Although there was no proper, real stove.
but.
The sword was finally forged.
The raging fire continued to burn fiercely in the air, its orange-red flames illuminating the surrounding grass in a crimson glow, but it did not make anyone around feel the intense heat.
This is Ian's terrifying control over magic. He's already an old alchemist, able to skillfully manipulate magic, performing the final shaping and polishing of the sword out of thin air.
The sharp blade gradually appeared, radiating a chilling light.
He looks really handsome.
Ian looked at his masterpiece with a satisfied smile, while Pandro, who was about to come over and say something sarcastic, was grabbed by Ian and prepared to refine it in an instant.
Ok.
Actually, it wasn't refined in an instant.
This sword can be seen as a special "mecha". It needs a qualified "pilot" to move on its own. And what "pilot" is more qualified than King Arthur?
Pandro has always boasted about how good his swordsmanship is, and now Ian wants Pandro to show him. He doesn't need to learn swordsmanship; he just needs to catch someone who does!
"What are you doing!"
Pandro was genuinely shocked.
His eyes were wide open, like two glass marbles about to pop out of their sockets. Ian had already grabbed him by the back of his collar, and with his other hand, he was holding the newly forged longsword and pulling him towards it. His limbs flailed frantically in the air, as helpless as a poor little bird that had been suddenly caught.
"Wait! Let's talk this out! Let's talk this out properly!"
Pandro struggled violently, screaming in terror that echoed across the open space. Ian remained silent, simply continuing to shove Pandro into the longsword.
"What are you trying to do?!" Pandro was terrified and frantically pulled at Ian. In mid-air, without any solid ground under his feet, he kept trying to dart away.
It's truly a miracle of physics... well, physics certainly doesn't exist easily here.
"Don't move."
Ian discovered that Pandro was struggling with considerable strength.
"I want to move! I want to move like crazy! I know your expression! Every time you make that face, it's never a good thing!" Dero struggled even more fiercely.
His silver armor jingled.
just.
Ian was still very strong, and he secretly cast a spell on himself, so under the little wizard's powerful strength, Pendro's body gradually disappeared into the longsword.
He was, after all, a soul without a physical body, and Ian could indeed stuff him inside. After proving this, Ian immediately became even more enthusiastic in trying to push Pandro's entire soul inside as well.
"It won't hurt! Give it a try! Give it a try!" Ian's intention was simply to persuade Pandro to cooperate with his experiment, but he felt a little strange saying it out loud.
He was a bit like one of those weird uncles who trick little girls into doing illegal things—okay, Ian thought his thoughts were too impure, but he still didn't choose to let go of Pandro.
"Help me! Help me! Ariana!" Pandro was slowly being shoved into the longsword, but he was unwilling to be imprisoned like this. With half of his body exposed, he kept grabbing the ground and desperately trying to crawl out.
Ian and Pandro pulled back and forth like this. Every time Pandro tried to crawl out, Ian would press him back into the longsword with more force.
Because Ian was too strong.
He could only turn to his "apprentices" practicing swordsmanship nearby for help. However, their movements were so comical that it resembled a bizarre tug-of-war. Ariana, who was practicing swordsmanship nearby, couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably at the sight, but she had absolutely no intention of coming forward to rescue Pendro.
"Ian... Hahaha... What are you laughing at?" she asked haltingly, tears welling in her eyes, her hand holding the sword too heavy to lift due to her intense laughter.
She laughed so hard she almost fell over, her body trembling slightly. Ariana knew Ian quite well, knowing that even if Ian went too far, he wouldn't truly harm a friend like Pandro.
and so.
She stood there, oblivious to the farcical scene. However, Pandro didn't think much of it; he felt this was yet another instance of Ian's revenge.
There must be some kind of hellish 108 levels waiting for him inside the longsword.
The more you think.
Pandro became increasingly terrified.
"Stop! Stop! You just want to master exquisite swordsmanship without hard work, right? I have a way, I have a way! Don't mess with me!"
Pandelbrot's words were also quite ambiguous.
but.
Upon hearing this, Ian paused in his actions, which relieved the king of ancient Britain. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he quickly climbed a considerable distance outside.
But Ian, reacting swiftly, grabbed the man's ankle after he was completely free of the longsword. "You think you have a smarter idea or more creativity than me?"
The young wizard stared suspiciously at Pendro in front of him, feeling that Pendro was definitely deceiving him and trying to escape his fate as an experimental subject.
Thinking about this...
Ian started stuffing Pandro into the longsword again.
"Stop right there!"
Pandro was almost in tears.
"Save me, Ariana, he wants to use my blood to sacrifice his sword." No one knows what kind of idea Pandro had come up with this time, but his voice was definitely trembling with tears when he cried for help.
"It's a sword spirit." Ian corrected earnestly, pressing the knight a few inches deeper into the sword. "A sword that can fight on its own is so cool, wouldn't you want to own a longsword like that?"
The little wizard's question sounded like that of a demon.
Pandelbrot wanted to say that having such a sword was indeed very cool, but he didn't want to become such a cool sword. However, he also knew that he couldn't refute the other party.
otherwise.
Who knows, Ian might just shove him all in. Pandro actually only vaguely understood the concept of "sword spirit," but he knew clearly that he didn't want to become a sword spirit.
"I'll give you my swordsmanship memories, I'll give you my swordsmanship memories!" Pandro's voice changed, he felt that this should suit Ian's desire not to train hard.
however.
It turned out that he still didn't understand Ian's thoughts.
"I want a sword that moves on its own, the kind that moves on its own. Do you understand the swordsmanship of the new era? It's about development, about innovation. The swordsmanship of the new era allows the swords to defend themselves, to loot corpses and steal treasures for me, and then to sell the stolen treasures for Galleons and give them to me... Can your memories do all that?"
The young wizard's eyes were filled with suspicion.
In this regard.
He harbored disbelief.
The facts have also proven that Pandro's memories cannot be independently personified.
but.
After a slight pause, Pandro quickly came up with a clever idea: "My memories may not work on their own, but that doesn't mean you can't make them work on their own!"
"You're so amazing, you can do it! An alchemy master like you can definitely create a greatsword that can move on its own without a sword spirit. You have to believe in your alchemy skills."
"You are the greatest alchemist! The omnipotent alchemical master! You are the king of the alchemical world!" Pandro praised loudly while taking the opportunity to pull out one of his legs.
That's probably why Ian let go; after all, he found some merit in what Panderro said. Clearly, Panderro's flattery had hit the nail on the head.
The shot was taken from an incredibly accurate position.
If he weren't a king, he could be a good eunuch—haha, just kidding. Well, as a monarch, of course he knows how to flatter and make the other party happy.
after all.
Pandro had many similar people around him in the past. As the saying goes, "one can understand many things by analogy." Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run. The king of ancient Britain just never thought that he would one day fall into such a situation.
He used to despise people like that the most.
who ever thought.
Hey.
When he realized that Ian had let go of him, Pandro felt ashamed, but he couldn't resist his inner temptation. He quickly ran to a place far away from Ian.
They were scrambling and crawling.
Use both hands and feet.
It shows signs of atavism.
Well, to be honest, it was a bit of an unnecessary and excessive reaction. Since Ian had already let go, it meant he was no longer insisting on his idea. Yes, Ian felt that what Panderro said made sense, and since Panderro really couldn't hold him, he could only start thinking about things anew.
How to bring memories to life?
It's not impossible.
However, this requires a medium.
Looting and purging other souls is too evil, so Ian's only option is to create them himself. After all, creating a vessel for memories isn't impossible.
It doesn't need to be very complete.
There is no need to replicate the soul.
All that's needed is a simple thought framework for creation that can hold and utilize memory.
"That would require at least an artificial intelligence at the level of an artificial idiot," Ian muttered to himself. For some reason, he suddenly thought of Ravenclaw's door knocker.
The door knocker always seemed to pose strange questions, as if it possessed its own thoughts. Ian pondered, a look of understanding and sudden realization flashing in his eyes.
perhaps.
Did I take the door knocker back to the past to study its special properties? But if that's the case, why did I leave it in the past when I already knew this?
Ian felt he was unlikely to do anything that would make Ravenclaw lose its distinctive character.
"What a mess."
Ian sighed, stood up, deactivated his magical flames, and put away his new creation. Then he looked at the sky and walked towards Pandro.
"Huff huff huff huff~" Pandro collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his armor covered in bits of grass. He had just managed a relieved smile when he saw Ian walk over and suddenly reach out his hand.
"What's wrong?"
Pandro instinctively wanted to flee.
It is a stress response.
However, Ian did not make trouble. Instead, he looked at Pandro and spoke confidently.
"What about your swordsmanship memories?"
This was, after all, something Pandro had promised.
"oh oh!"
Pandro paused for a moment, then let out a huge sigh of relief. He raised his hand and, under Ian's bewildered gaze, made a startling move.
All I saw was...
This guy stuck his hand into his temple, actually digging his fingers into his brain, and then pulled hard, tearing out a silver memory.
There was no blood, only the shimmering silver light.
The memory, like a flowing ribbon, shimmered faintly in his hand. Ian was stunned; he hadn't expected Pandro to pull off such a bold move.
really.
The absence of magic doesn't mean he can't do certain things; it's just that this particularly brutal method of extracting memories is unclear—whether it was something he learned while he was alive or after he died.
Thinking hard.
"You are this one!"
Ian gave Pandro a thumbs up.
Under Pandro's raised eyebrows and somewhat puzzled gaze, he took out a box for storing memories and stored Pandro's memory about swordsmanship inside.
The little wizard's timing was incredibly precise. The moment after he finished doing this, his figure began to gradually disappear—the time for the illusionary realm had come.
Although Ian still had some unresolved questions, he had at least gained clarity on many things within this illusion. The little wizard's figure vanished like a sand painting scattered by the wind in the rising evening breeze.
And watching Ian disappear.
Pandelo, on the other hand, truly relaxed.
That left me with a lingering sense of fear.
It felt as if we had just gone through a life-or-death battle.
"Finally got rid of that guy!" A look of exhaustion and relief crossed Pandro's face. A brief silence fell over the grass. Pandro let out a long sigh and immediately sprawled out again. Just then, a pair of small leather boots came into his view. Opening his eyes, Pandro saw Ariana looking on with curiosity.
"What's wrong?"
Pandro's tone softened.
Ariana blinked and asked curiously, "Why can't I directly merge with your memories? Wouldn't that mean I wouldn't need to practice my swordsmanship so diligently?"
Her tone carried a hint of naivety.
"You've definitely been corrupted by that lazy guy!" Pandro asserted, launching into a smear campaign against Ian. "Yes! That guy's lazy genes have spread here!"
"I'm influenced by him now too!"
Pandro lay there as comfortably as an octopus. A night breeze rustled through the grass, carrying the scent of distant flowers. Ariana giggled and stood up without asking any further questions.
She began practicing her sword again.
The moonlight gilded her with a silvery edge.
Pandro gazed at the gradually emerging starry sky.
"To order others around and expect to gain without effort is a mindset only a monarch possesses... and something only a monarch can do." Suddenly, Pandro spoke up abruptly.
It was as if it were a response to Ariana's earlier question.
His tone was somewhat melancholy.
It has a somewhat complicated feel to it.
"what?"
Ariana didn't hear it.
"It's nothing."
Pandro responded with a smile.
"We all need to play our roles well!"
His words puzzled the girl, but she nodded and resumed practicing her swordsmanship. Under the vast night sky, the atmosphere in the town seemed exceptionally tranquil.
(End of this chapter)