Infinite Throne

   Chapter 1097 The world is a closed loop

   Inside the castle.

  The city wall is cracked, the pavilions are mottled, and under the tree in front of the flowers, a short-haired blond girl, sweating, is holding a blunt sword of a knight without a sharp edge, meticulously slashing in front of her.

   split, slap, chop, lift, horizontal, stab, block.

She practiced the most basic movements over and over again. The heavy sword made of pure iron seemed to be an unbearable burden for her when she was young. She had gauze wrapped around her five fingers, and there was a lot of blood on the gauze. It was because Her young and delicate skin was not able to withstand the violent friction of swinging the sword, so the skin was abraded. Moreover, the wrist she held the sword was red and swollen, and every time she swung the epee, both arms of the girl trembled slightly from pain and exhaustion.

  The girl did not know that her every move was under the watchful eyes of "Uncle GM" and "Auntie War Knight", so she practiced for two hours while gritted her teeth and dripping with sweat.

  Irin popped out of the barrier, and in the eyes of outsiders, the two of them were almost "invisible".

   "Have you practiced like this before?" Yi Rin pointed at the silly girl in the courtyard of the castle strangely.

   It's not bad if you don't give up the practice.

"Is there a problem?" Milian raised her face, but after a while, her face became a little more frustrated. Obviously now, she can clearly see that there is a big problem with the way she practiced swords when she was young, not only efficiency It's easy to fall down and get hurt, Milian nodded helplessly: "Yes."

   Yi Rin's mouth twitched: "It's quite simple."

  Million: "Rin, I don't think you're complimenting me."

   "You may think so."

  Irin laughed.

When the two men and widows were bickering in the enchantment, an elderly butler came from the corridor holding a delicate tray, neatly folded clean handkerchiefs on the tray, and a cup served in a goblet of clear water.

   "Master Pendragon, it's time to rest."

"OK."

   The epee was unable to let go, and smashed into the courtyard, smashing a thick piece of dust. The girl picked up a clean handkerchief with her gauze-covered hand and wiped the sweat from her face: "I'll practice for a while."

   "Okay, Master Pendragon."

   "Let's talk about dinner."

   "Okay, Master, here's dinner for you."

  After the old housekeeper respectfully left, the girl picked up the heavy sword from the ground and started swinging it meticulously again.

  …

   "Why did he call you Master?"

  Irin asked curiously.

Milian didn't hide it: "The Pendragon family, in history, only men can inherit the title and family business, but my parents died early, and I didn't have time to give birth to a man for the Pendragon family, so I grew up since I was a child. Raised as a descendant of Pendragon."

   "Just to get back the 'lost ideal land'?"

"Yes."

  Irin touched his chin: "Actually, I have an idea."

  “?”

"Could it be that your parents left too early and didn't have time to tell you that in fact, to get back the lost treasures of your family, there is not only this way? For example... buy it with money? Oh, don't mind, I just think that in normal In this society, the ability to make money is the most unpretentious skill." Yi Rin casually said an easier way.

   Milian was stunned, her brows were twisted into a squat, her eyes were red, and she was aggrieved, as if she was holding back her tears.

   After holding it back for a while, Milian still didn't cry, she was strong, she forbeared.

  Fortunately you didn't cry, otherwise I should have wondered if there was something wrong with me.

Yi Rin thought to himself, and changed the subject: "Anyway, you are looking for the glory of your family... ahem, and keep it properly, don't mention the past. But I'm very curious, if you practice like this, you can really practice ten years later. you?"

Milian closed her eyes and recalled the past. After a while, she opened her eyes and nodded: "I remember when I was a child, there was a 'teacher' wearing a mask who suddenly appeared and instructed my swordsmanship. Since then, my Swordsmanship advances by leaps and bounds..."

Halfway through speaking, Milian looked shocked, she subconsciously touched the "token" on her face, and looked at the cook with incredible eyes: "Teacher, she has beautiful long blonde hair and wears a pair of black mask…"

   Yi Rin suddenly realized: "It turned out that it was you who taught yourself."

  Million shook her head vigorously, she still couldn't believe this terrible fact: "It's impossible!"

   "Nothing is impossible." Yilin's eyes flickered, and she pushed her behind Milian: "Go, 'Teacher'."

  Million was pushed out of the barrier.

   She was at a loss to face her former youthful self.

  Xiaomi Lien is full of vigilance against the sudden appearance of the big sister: "Who are you?"

   Young memories flooded into my heart, and Da Milian sighed softly:

   "Your sword, wrong."

  Xiaomi Lien was stunned when she heard the words, and then shook her head stubbornly: "Impossible."

  Damilien easily grabbed the blunt-edged epee and stood in front of her with a heavy weight.

   "Let me teach you...the way to win."

   [See Chapter 741 for details: Lend me your Holy Grail. 】

  …

  Irin witnessed the encounter of two Milians from different time and space, and many thoughts flashed in my heart.

"Since the 'effect' already exists, there must be a 'cause' that leads to the birth of this 'effect'. Heh... After all the 'impossible' have been eliminated, the remaining one, no matter how outrageous or inconceivable, is would be the correct answer..."

   "No wonder I am vaguely familiar with the scene of Xiaomi Lien's sword practice."

   "This is the biggest puzzle that Xiaoxi left behind."

  Irin raised his head, looked at the sky, and muttered to himself, "This is a 'closed loop', right? My goddess."

  …

   is far away in Qingcheng.

   Xiaoxi, who was drinking milk, smiled slightly.

   As if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, she heard Yi Rin's question and the helplessness in Yi Rin's words.

   "Yeah, "10". "

  Xiaoxi closed her eyes.

  …

  Million stayed in the castle.

  No, to be precise, it should be a return.

  This is both her home and not her home.

   After secretly saying goodbye to Milian, Irin left here under the reluctant gaze of the latter.

   "Where to go?"

   After vaguely wanting to understand the truth of the "closed loop", Yi Rin didn't really want to go back to see Xiaoxi, he needed to be quiet.

   This is a closed loop.

The    world is a closed loop.

  Unconsciously, Irin came to the outskirts of London.

   At this time, London was still a rich city, with domed retro buildings and skyscrapers staggered side by side. The sharp contrast between modern and retro styles gave people a strong visual impact. Irin stood on the pointer of Big Ben overlooking the city, inexplicably felt that this perspective was a little familiar.

   Looking back, Yi Rin burst into laughter. He had bombed similar buildings in Gotham City back then. No wonder he missed it so much.

  Under the seemingly peaceful modern city, undercurrents are surging.

   In his field of vision, the apostles in the Tower of War server were like luminous dots on the map, bright and eye-catching.

"not enough."

  Irin shook his head, without any nostalgia, let alone blowing up Big Ben so madly, he came to the outskirts of London.

  This is one of the three holy places of the Magician Association and the base camp of the Clock Tower.

   Next to the fork in the clock tower, there is a rusty road sign with a sentence - [Eternal Junction].

   There is also a line of small characters below that need to be approached to see clearly: The mystery is forever inherited as knowledge.

  Revisiting the old place makes Yi Rin shudder. He recalled the experience of studying in the Clock Tower, and was ready to go in for a stroll.

   He read a lot of magic books back then. Although he has already mastered them, the clock tower ten years ago may have some unique books that have not been lost yet, so go in and have a look. For unfamiliar "knowledge", Yi Rin has always adhered to the attitude of "no rejection".

   took a few steps, and when he was about to sneak into the clock tower skillfully, he turned around abruptly and went back the same way.

I saw Yi Rin lightly rubbing the handwriting on the road sign with her fingers, and said to herself: "This seems to be the handwriting left by the founder of the Clock Tower, King Solomon's disciple. King Solomon... Connor D. Solomon?" Yi Rin After thinking for a moment, he removed his fingers and entered the clock tower.

   Whether he is an administrator or a great magician, various identities mean that his strength is far superior to any king in the tower. He quickly analyzed the hidden barrier of the clock tower and entered the library without disturbing anyone.

   Sure enough, there are quite a few books that have been lost ten years later and are still preserved in the clock tower. Yi Rin sat at the top of the spiral staircase, with Erlang's legs crossed, holding a stack of ancient books with great interest, absorbing knowledge with relish.

  The magic system is a bit backward in the eyes of Yilin now, but some of the spells, the way of making magic attire, and some of the forbidden rituals that can be recorded have brought some inspiration to Yilin. He took the essence, got rid of the dross, and compiled a part of the essence into "codes", filling the emptiness of the "Infinite Throne".

   It's half a year in the clock tower.

   In the past six months, Yilin has carefully sorted out the magic system of the clock tower, and he even secretly learned the method of creating "artificial magic eyes". The novel knowledge brought long-lost happiness to Irin.

"In this period of the Magician Association, most of the books are still well preserved. Among the three major associations, the concept of the clock tower is inclined to 'innovation', and the sea of ​​​​wandering concentrates on 'human transformation' and strives to restore the 'magic of the gods'. As for Atlas The academy is the gathering place of 'alchemists'."

  Irin closed the book [Simple Application of Replacement Magic], the author is a descendant of the Darius family. He was a little tired of staying here, thinking about it, and was going to take a walk in another place to relax.

   "Wandering Sea, Atlas College... Well, just go and have a look."

   (end of this chapter)