Chapter 1093 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 knight's blunt sword that has not been sharpened, slashing in front of her meticulously.

Chop, tease, cut, lift, cross, stab, block.

She practiced the most basic movements over and over again. The epee made of pure iron seemed to be an unbearable burden for her at a young age. Her five fingers were wrapped with gauze, and there was a lot of blood on the gauze because Her young and delicate skin couldn't bear the violent friction when swinging the sword, so her skin was worn out. Moreover, her wrist holding the sword was red and swollen. Every time she swung the epee, the girl's arms trembled slightly due to pain and fatigue.

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

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

"You've always practiced like this before?" Yi Lin pointed at the silly girl in the courtyard of the ancient castle strangely, it's obviously not good to practice like this.

It's not bad if you don't train people to waste.

"Is there a problem?" Milian raised her face, but after a while, her face became more frustrated. Obviously, she can clearly see that there are big problems in the way she practiced swords when she was young. Not only the efficiency Low, and it is easy to get hurt all over, Milian nodded helplessly: "Yes."

The corner of Yi Lin's mouth twitched: "It's quite simple."

Milian: "Rin, I don't think you're praising me."

"You can assume it is."

Erin laughed.

When the two were quarreling in the enchantment, an old butler walked from the corridor holding an exquisite tray. In the tray were neatly stacked clean handkerchiefs, and there was a cup served in a goblet. clear water.

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

"OK."

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

"Okay, Master Pendragon.

"

"Let's talk about dinner."

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

After the old butler left respectfully, the girl picked up the epee from the ground and began to swing it meticulously again.

...

"Why did he call you master?"

Yi Lin asked curiously.

Milian did not hide anything: "In the Pendragon family, only men can inherit the title and family business in history, but my parents died early, and there was no time to give birth to a son for the Pendragon family. He was raised as the heir of Pendragon."

"Just to get back the 'Lost Utopia'?"

"yes."

Yi Lin touched her chin: "Actually, I have an idea."

"?"

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

Milian was stunned, her brows were frowned, her eyes were red, she felt aggrieved, as if she was holding back her tears.

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

It's a good thing you didn't cry, otherwise I should have wondered if there was something wrong with me.

Yi Lin thought about it, and changed the subject: "Anyway, the glory of your family is also found... ahem, and it is well kept, so don't mention the past. But I am curious, if you practice like this, you can really practice it for ten years. After 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 taught me swordsmanship. Since then, my Sword skills are advancing by leaps and bounds..."

Halfway through the speech, Milian looked shocked. She subconsciously touched the "token" on her face, and looked at the cook with incredulous eyes: "Teacher, she has beautiful long golden hair and wears a pair of black clothes. mask……"

Yi Lin suddenly realized: "So, it was you who taught yourself."

Milian shook her head vigorously, she still couldn't believe this terrible fact: "This is impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible." Yi Lin's eyes flickered, and she pushed Milian behind her: "Go, 'teacher'."

Milian was pushed out of the barrier.

She was at a loss to face her young self in the past.

Little Milian was very wary of the big sister who suddenly appeared: "Who are you?"

As childhood memories flooded into her heart, Big Miriam sighed softly:

"Your sword is wrong."

Hearing this, Xiao Milian was taken aback for a moment, then stubbornly shook her head: "Impossible."

Big Miriam easily grabbed the blunt-edged epee, and stood in front of her with ease.

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

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

...

Yi Lin witnessed the encounter of two Milien from different time and space with her own eyes, and many thoughts flashed in her mind.

"Since the 'effect' already exists, there must be a 'cause' that leads to the birth of this 'effect'. Heh... After eliminating all the 'impossible', the remaining one, no matter how outrageous or incredible, it is Will that be the correct answer...?"

"No wonder I feel vaguely familiar with the scene of Little Miriam practicing sword."

"This is the biggest mystery left by Xiaoxi."

Yi Lin raised her head, looked at the sky, and muttered to herself: "This is a 'closed loop', right? My goddess."

...

Far away in Qingcheng.

Xiao Xi, who was drinking milk, smiled slightly.

She seemed to hear Yi Lin's question and the helplessness in Yi Lin's words through thousands of mountains and rivers.

"Yes, "10". "

Xiao Xi closed her eyes.

...

Milian stayed in the castle.

No, to be precise, it should be returning.

This is both her home and not her home.

After secretly bidding farewell to Miriam, Yi Lin left here under the latter's reluctant eyes.

"Where should I go?"

After vaguely trying to understand the truth of the "closed loop", Yi Lin doesn't really want to go back to see Xiaoxi, he needs to be quiet.

This is a closed loop.

The world is a closed loop.

Before she knew it, Yi Lin came to the outskirts of London.

At this time, London is still a rich city, with domed retro buildings and skyscrapers standing side by side, modern and retro styles, the sharp contrast gives people a strong visual impact. Yi Lin stood on the hands of Big Ben and looked down at the city, somehow feeling familiar with this perspective.

Looking back, Yi Lin couldn't help but laugh. He had bombed similar buildings in Gotham City back then, no wonder he missed this place so much.

Under the seemingly peaceful modern city, undercurrents are surging.

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

"not enough."

Yi Lin shook her head, she had no nostalgia, let alone blow up Big Ben in such a frenzied manner, he came to the outskirts of London.

This is one of the three holy places of the Association of Magicians, the base camp of the clock tower.

Next to the fork into the clock tower, there is a rusty road sign, with a sentence written on the road sign - [Eternal Boundary].

There is also a line of small words that need to be close to see clearly at the bottom: Inherit mystery as knowledge forever.

Revisiting the old place made Yi Linxi boo. He recalled his experience of studying in the clock tower and was going to go in for a stroll.

He had read a lot of magic books back then, and although he has already mastered them now, there may be some orphan books that have not been lost in the Clock Tower ten years ago, so it's good to go in and have a look. For unfamiliar "knowledge", Yi Lin has always upheld the attitude of "all comers are welcome".

After walking a few steps, when he was about to skillfully sneak into the clock tower, he suddenly turned around and returned the same way.

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

Whether he is an administrator or a great magician, his various identities mean that his strength far exceeds that of 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 many books that have been lost ten years later and are still preserved in the clock tower. Yi Lin sits at the highest point of the spiral staircase, crossing her legs, holding a stack of ancient books openly, absorbing knowledge with relish.

In Yi Lin's view, the magic system is a little backward, but some of the magic formulas, the manufacturing method of the magic dress, and some taboo rituals that can be recorded have brought some inspiration to Yi Lin. He took its essence, discarded its dross, and compiled a part of the essence into "codons" to fill in the emptiness of the "Infinite Throne".

It's half a year in the clock tower.

In the past six months, Yi Lin has carefully sorted out the magic system of the clock tower, and he even secretly learned how to make an "artificial magic eye". The novel knowledge brought Yi Lin the long-lost happiness.

"In this period of the Magician Association, most of the books are still relatively well preserved. Among the three major associations, the concept of the clock tower is biased towards 'innovation', and the wandering sea is dedicated to the 'body transformation' and strives to restore the 'magic of the age of the gods'. As for the Atlas The academy is the gathering place for 'alchemists'."

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

"Wandering Sea, Atlas Academy... well, why don't you just go and have a look."

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