The little wizard suspiciously watched Pandro in front of him. He felt that Pandro was definitely trying to deceive him, with the purpose of escaping from the fate of being an experiment subject in his hands.
Thinking about this.
Ian began to stuff Pandro into the longsword again.
"Stop it!"
Pandro was about to cry.
"Save me, Ariana, he wants to use me to blood-sacrifice his longsword." Who knows what Pandro was imagining, but his plea for help did sound teary.
"It's a sword spirit," Ian corrected seriously, pressing the knight a few more inches into the sword. "A sword that fights by itself is so cool, don't you want to have such a longsword?"
The little wizard's question was like a demon.
Pandro wanted to say that having such a treasure sword would indeed be cool, but he didn't want to become such a cool sword. However, he also knew he couldn't argue against Ian.
Otherwise.
Ian might just stuff him in completely. Pandro was actually not quite clear on the concept of a "sword spirit," but he knew for sure he didn't want to become one.
"I'll give you my swordsmanship memory, I'll give you my swordsmanship memory!" Pandro's voice was altered, thinking this would align with Ian's reluctance to train hard.
However.
It turned out he still didn't understand Ian's thoughts.
"I want a sword that moves on its own, the kind that moves by itself, don't you get the new-age sword cultivation? We need development, innovation. In the new age of sword cultivation, the longsword defends itself, helps me loot, and then sells the looted treasures for Golden Galleons... Can your memory do these things?"
The little wizard's eyes were full of suspicion.
Regarding this.
He remained skeptical.
It was also proven that Pandro's memory couldn't achieve an independent personality.
However.
After his expression stiffened slightly, Pandro cleverly said in a moment of desperation, "Although my memory won't move on its own, it doesn't mean you can't make it move by itself!"
"You're so great, you can do it! As an Alchemy Master, you can surely create a Great Treasure Sword that moves without needing a sword spirit. You have to believe in your alchemy."
"You're the greatest alchemist! The omnipotent Alchemical Dominator! You are the king in the Alchemy World!" Pandro praised loudly while taking the opportunity to pull out one leg.
It was also because Ian let go, probably because he felt there was some truth in Pandro's words. Clearly, Pandro's flattery was hitting the mark.
He hit the target perfectly.
If he weren't a ruler, he could have made a good eunuch—haha, just kidding. Let's just say, as a monarch, he definitely knows how to flatter people to make them happy.
After all.
Pandro had seen many similar people around him before, as the saying goes, you learn from experience. Even though he had never butchered a pig, he'd seen pigs run. The ancient King of Britain never thought he'd find himself in such a situation one day.
He used to look down on people like that the most.
Who would have thought?
Sigh.
When Ian let go of him, Pandro felt very ashamed but couldn't restrain his genuine excitement. He scrambled far away from Ian in no time.
That was rolling and crawling.
Hands and feet working together.
Showing signs of ancestral regression.
How to put it, it was indeed a bit of an over-the-top reaction. Since Ian had already let go, it implied that he no longer insisted on his idea. Yes, Ian felt that Pandro made sense, and considering Pandro could not be contained, he turned to new thoughts.
Make memories move?
It's not impossible.
But this requires a carrier.
Plundering and cleansing other souls would be too evil, so Ian's thoughts could only depend on himself. After all, creating a carrier for memory is not impossible.
No need for completeness.
Nor to replicate a soul.
Just create something with a simple mental framework that can carry and use memory.
"That would at least need to be an artificial intelligence of artificial moron level," Ian muttered to himself. For some reason, he suddenly thought of the Ravenclaw door knocker.
That knocker always asked various strange questions, as if it had its own mind. Ian thought to himself, a look of understanding and sudden realization flashing in his eyes.
Perhaps.
He would take the door knocker back to the past to study its uniqueness. But if that's true, why did he leave it in the past knowing that?
Ian thought he probably wouldn't do something that would strip Ravenclaw College of its traits.
"It's a real mess."
Ian sighed, stood up, canceled his magic flames, and put away his new creation. At this point, he looked at the sky and walked toward Pandro.
"Huff huff huff~" Pandro lay on the ground gasping heavily, his armor covered in grass. Just as he was showing a smile of relief, he saw Ian coming over and suddenly reaching out his hand.
"What's wrong?"
Pandro instinctively wanted to flee.
It was a conditioned response.
However, Ian didn't attack but looked at Pandro and said boldly.
"The swordsmanship memory?"
After all, this was something Pandro had promised.
"Oh, oh!"
Pandro was momentarily stunned, then let out a deep breath. He raised his hand, and under Ian's bewildered gaze, did something astonishing.
Lo and behold.
This guy plunged his hand into his temple, actually pushing his fingers into his brain and then yanking out a strand of silver memory.
No blood, just flowing silver light.
The memory was like a flowing ribbon, shimmering faintly in his hand. Ian was stunned, not expecting Pandro to have such a fierce trick up his sleeve.
Indeed.
Having no magic doesn't mean you can't do things. It's just this particular brute way of extracting memory, who knows if Pandro learned it while alive or after death.
Truly terrifying on closer thought.
"You're something!"
Ian gave Pandro a thumbs up.
As Pandro raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled, Ian took out a memory storage box and placed Pandro's swordsmanship memory inside.
The little wizard timed it very accurately, as right after completing this task, he began to gradually disappear—time was up in the Misty Illusion Realm.
Although some of Ian's doubts weren't solved, at least he figured out a lot of things in this illusion. The little wizard's figure vanished in the rising evening wind like a sand painting blown away by the wind.
As he watched Ian disappear.
Pandro truly relaxed.
That feeling of lingering fear.
As though he had just experienced a life-or-death battle.
"Finally got rid of that guy!" Pandro's face showed exhaustion and relief. A moment of silence fell over the grass. Pandro let out a long breath and sprawled out again. At this moment, a pair of small leather boots appeared in his field of vision. Opening his eyes, Pandro saw the curious face of Ariana.
"What's up?"
Pandro's tone was gentle again.
Ariana blinked curiously and asked, "Why can't I just merge with your memory? Wouldn't that save me from training so hard?"
Her tone had a hint of innocence.
"You must have been influenced by that lazy guy!" Pandro confidently began to accuse Ian, "Yes! That guy's lazy genes are spreading here!"
"And now I'm also influenced by him!"
Pandro lay like an octopus, enjoying himself. The night wind swept over the grass, carrying the scent of distant flowers. Ariana giggled and stood up, not continuing to inquire further.
She began her sword practice anew.
Moonlight coated her with a silver edge.
Pandro gazed at the gradually emerging starry sky.
"Having others do your work and seeking gains without effort, that's the mindset of a monarch... that's what they can do." Suddenly, Pandro unexpectedly spoke.
It seemed like a response to Ariana's earlier question.
His tone was pensive.
With some complexity.
"Ah?"
Ariana didn't hear it.
"Nothing."
Pandro replied with a smile.
"We all need to play our roles well!"
His words left the girl somewhat puzzled, but she still nodded and resumed her sword practice. Under the vast night sky, the small town's atmosphere seemed particularly tranquil.