"Lot?" Linn paused for a moment, it was such a nostalgic name.
"He is my brother, the eldest son of the Pedrol family. He has brown hair and is probably shorter than you. He was born in the seaport town on the border of the Dukedom of Nordland in the Empire..." Ivina kept telling her brother Lot's story. information.
Ever since that night when the fire filled the harbor town, this had always been a knot in her mind.
After that, whether she joined the God's Punishment Army or entered the City of Fire Oil as an undercover agent, she never gave up her plan to find Lot.
But the progress was not smooth. The only information she knew was that her brother might have participated in the conflict in Harbor Town, perhaps leaving the empire by boat and heading to the holy land for wizards overseas.
She asked a few professors at the college in a roundabout way, and found out that a few years ago a ship did arrive from the Empire at the port of Ietta in the land of wizards.
In fact, many wizards know this, because Speaker Lynn, who is a magic star, arrived in the land of wizards through this ship and brought innovation in magic.
But in everyone's telling, the name Lott never existed.
At first, Ivina thought that her brother might have used a pseudonym, but Philip, who was responsible for teaching elemental science, clearly told her that there were many people who arrived at the wizard's land by boat, but there were only two wizards-- For Speaker Lynn and a witch named Joni!
This made Ivina's heart sink to the bottom. Perhaps her brother Lott had died in the battle in Harbor Town, and was buried in the half-destructed city together with the church's archbishop and three thousand elite guards. A town exploded.
But she wants an answer no matter what!
"You must know him, right? Speaker?" Ivina asked with the last glimmer of hope.
"Of course!" Under the girl's surprised eyes, Linn nodded.
Then, before Ivina could continue to ask, Linn spoke with emotion. "Almost four years have passed in the blink of an eye. I think you have experienced higher scenery over the years, right? Ivina?"
These words were undoubtedly a bit abrupt and even confusing, but Ivina understood them and looked at Lin En in disbelief.
Although several years have passed, Ivina still remembers every word someone said to her that night.
Outside Harbor Town is the Nordland Territory, and outside the Nordland Territory is the Sekas Empire, and beyond the empire there is a wider world...
In comparison, everything he hysterically pursues - the knighthood of a fallen nobleman in a village, can only be described as ridiculous.
But only she and Lott should know these words.
"Brother...brother?!" Ivina looked at Linn in front of her, her eyes almost widened, and her voice was slightly trembling.
The girl's gaze was like a scanner, scanning every part of Lin En's body carefully.
The hair color is right, the figure is right, but a little taller, and the face is a bit off, but this may be because four full years have passed.
It's just...how is this possible?
Ivina simply couldn't believe the speculation that came to her mind. After all, her brother was weak and mediocre, with almost no merit. Although Lott suddenly performed very well that night in Harbor Town, far beyond her expectation. I know, but the gap between him and the famous magic star in front of him is as big as that between a giant dragon and a giant rat.
But now there seems to be no second possibility...
Facing the girl's excited and expectant expression. Lin En nodded first, then shook his head, and said slightly cruelly. "I really want to respond to you, but it's a pity that I am not Lott, nor am I your brother. I just borrowed his identity once when the time came."
"Borrow...use?!" Ivina seemed to have difficulty understanding this word for a while.
"More specifically, you should see for yourself!" Lin En sighed, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the girl's head, sending the relevant memories into Ivina's mind.
This memory is relatively complete, starting from when he witnessed Lott falling from the city wall, to thinking about facing the church's pursuit, to using Lott's identity to sneak into the city, gathering information and looking for the fleet heading to the Wizarding Land...
With his current status and power, there is nothing to hide about these experiences.
A large number of memories kept flowing in the girl's mind like a slide show. The excitement on Ivina's face gradually turned into shock and panic, and her lips turned slightly white.
She thought about countless possibilities, such as the possibility that Lott died that night in Harbor Town, or that he did not take the ride to the Wizarding Land at all, but went to another place, or that he had been avoiding it all these years because he hated herself. Her search.
But what she didn't expect was that Lott would have died long ago, much sooner than she imagined.
The cause of death was undoubtedly because of himself...
Ivina vaguely remembered that the night before Lott fell into the water, she once again sneered a few words, and even hotly rebuked him that if he failed this year's knight assessment, he might as well die. Lott was just like before There was no reply, and then he didn't come back all night.
At the beginning, she had viciously thought that it would be best for her brother to never come back, so that her father would look at her and see her efforts and dedication...
Now her 'expectations' and 'dreams' have undoubtedly become a reality, Lott is really dead...
"I killed him..." Ivina's mind was shaken, and she murmured to herself. The blood on her face gradually faded, and her body began to tremble vaguely.
Linn shook his head secretly. What 'killed' Lot was not just Ivina's cold and sharp words, but also the coercion of his father, Baron Pedrol.
It has to be said that the Pedrol family are some 'talents'.
An eldest son who is mediocre, weak and unable to fulfill his father's expectations, and a second daughter who is stubborn, talented, resentful and longing for recognition. They also happen to share a father who is ambitious and talented and obsessed with restoring the glory of the family.
The so-called children are nothing more than tools in the eyes of Pedrol. Ivina's appearance and talent in swordsmanship are bargaining chips to win over the Duke of Nordland. As for the only son Lot, of course he is the only candidate to restore the family's glory.
If you are less talented, you can work hard, and even if you are not good enough, you can make up for it through other means. As long as you get in touch with the Duke and convince the bishop of the church, you may not have a chance of passing the knight election.
Baron Pedrol's idea was indeed wonderful, but he obviously did not consider whether Lot was willing and able to accept such an arrangement.
The previous seven knight selections had failed miserably without exception, coupled with the expectations and burdens from the family's revival, which almost overwhelmed Lott. Ivina's cynicism became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Lott, who already felt inferior because of his mediocrity and cowardice, came up with the idea that everything would be better after his death.
"Your brother may not be outstanding, nor is he a magic star, but he does care about you." Linn said softly. "His death was not entirely your fault, and his death is irreversible. If you want to do something to make up for your fault, then you might as well do something more meaningful and finish your life together with him. .”
"Although the Parliament has cleared out the nobles, there are not a few people like your father, Baron Pedrol, in the empire. They are ignorant, stubborn, and have old ideas. They commit evil incidents such as infanticide, lynching, and armed fighting. It still happens from time to time in the kingdom..."
"No one can stop what happened in the past, but at least they can prevent those unpleasant things from happening again."
Lin En spoke a few words of comfort, stretched out his hand and patted the girl's trembling shoulder, then picked up the Black Crow who was watching the show and walked out of the room alone, leaving Ivina alone for a while.
The moment the door was gently closed, a suppressed sob sounded simultaneously.
"Human, you can only understand the most important thing after losing it..." Lin En said with emotion.
At first, he only wanted to use Lot's identity as a temporary springboard to enter Harbor Town and find the cripple Raun. Who would have thought that the old guy would hide like a gopher. Instead, he was killed by Pedroel because he leaked his whereabouts. The housekeeper was caught red-handed and had no choice but to go back.
Fortunately, the situation in the Pedrol family was very complicated, and the relationship between them could not be described as more than strangers. Linn managed to get through it with the help of the descriptions in Lott's diary.
Now anyway, this cause and effect has been completely eliminated. As for whether Ivina can figure it out, it is beyond his control.
Linn's mind quickly broke away from these trivial matters. It was obvious that there were more important things to deal with, such as arranging people to enter the space-time gate as soon as possible and figuring out the time flow gap between the two worlds.
This is extremely important, and to a certain extent it indicates how much time they still have to prepare.
Thinking of this, Linn looked at the attendant who brought Ivina here before and asked. "Is Mr. Sean who developed the pendulum clock still in the capital?"
"Reporting to the Speaker, Mr. Sean should still be studying in the Alchemy Research Institute." The attendant said respectfully.
"Then let him come to the reception room later." Lin En estimated that Ivina, who was out of control, would cry for a while, so he changed the meeting place to the reception room.
"Please wait a moment, I will inform Sir Sean right away." The attendant withdrew very respectfully.
The wait did not last long. After learning that the famous Magic Star had summoned him, Sean took his new achievements and rushed to the manor as quickly as possible.
"Sir Speaker, are you looking for me?" After Sean entered the room, he immediately bowed to Lin En and greeted him with a very humble attitude.
"Yes, there are some things that require your talents!" Linn nodded and pointed to the seat beside him, indicating that the other party could sit down and chat slowly.
"I'm happy to serve you, Mr. Speaker!" Sean sat down on the chair a little cautiously. He knew that neither his talent nor his strength would be able to catch the eyes of this magic star. If he was the only special one, The first is that he invented the pendulum clock.
The other party came to me specifically this time, most likely because of the improvement and subsequent popularization of the pendulum.
Sean is very self-aware and brought his results ahead of time.
A special pendulum clock about forty centimeters long.
"This is a new and improved work after I took your suggestions into account. It adds minute hands and hour hands, as well as the functions of telling time and adjusting the date..." Sean kept explaining to Linn the features of the new pendulum clock. Function, the reserved look on his face suddenly disappeared.
Lin En took the pendulum clock and looked at it for a few times, and found that apart from its somewhat crude appearance, it was almost a complete finished product.
"Your pendulum clock is very well made. I think every city, town, and even everyone will use such a convenient timing device in the future." Lin En did not hesitate to express his words of appreciation.
Sean was naturally overjoyed, and was soon immersed in the grand prospects created by this magic star.
However, Lin En suddenly changed his voice, "But I am looking for you this time because I hope you can continue to improve the timing device. Its accuracy is still lacking. It may be enough to cope with ordinary situations, but if it is used in some necessary In terms of precise timing magic experiments, it is difficult to play a role."
Especially if you want to accurately evaluate the difference in time flow rate on both sides of the space-time gate, neither a pendulum clock nor a magic hourglass can do it.
Lynn's words pulled Sean out of his complacency. Of course, he knew that accuracy was a major weakness of the pendulum clock.
Because the timing principle of this thing relies on the isochronism of the swing of the pendulum, it is already very good to be able to stably achieve second-level time scale division.
"Sir Speaker, give me three days, and I will find a way to improve the accuracy of the pendulum clock to one-tenth of a second, no, within one-twentieth of a second!" Sean gritted his teeth and said.
It was rare for this famous magic star to ask for something from him, so Sean naturally didn't dare to neglect it, and he didn't want to miss this rare opportunity.
"Not enough!" Linn shook his head and said directly. "I hope that the timer you develop will be accurate to one millionth of a second!"
A millionth...a second? !
Sean's face was full of shock and disbelief, and then he smiled bitterly.
"I'm afraid...it's impossible, Mr. Speaker."
If it were one-fiftieth of a second, or one-hundredth of a second, he could still try harder, but if it were one-millionth of a second, this could only be described as whimsical.
Even the reaction speed of the legendary speakers is not necessarily that fast, right?
"Of course it is possible. As long as you change to a more clear timing method than the pendulum, you will find that it couldn't be easier!" Linn said with a smile.
(PS: I have to work overtime at noon, so I can’t post, so today’s update is a little late, please forgive me.)
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