Inside the castle.

The city walls were cracked, the pavilions were mottled, and under the trees in front of the flowers, a short-haired blonde girl was sweating, holding a knight's blunt sword that had not yet opened, meticulously slashing in front of her.

Slash, snatch, chop, lift, horizontally, stab, block.

She was practicing the most basic movements over and over again. The heavy sword made of pure iron seemed to be an unbearable burden for her young. She was wrapped in gauze on her five fingers, and there was a lot of blood on the gauze because her young and delicate skin was still unable to withstand the violent friction when swinging the sword, so it wrinkled her skin. Moreover, her wrists holding the sword were red and swollen. Every time she waved the heavy sword, the girl's arms trembled slightly due to pain and fatigue.

The girl didn't know that her every move was under the gaze of "Uncle GM" and "Aunt War Knight", and she gritted her teeth and sweated for two hours.

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

"You used to practice like this?" Yilin pointed at the silly girl in the ancient castle courtyard strangely. It was obviously not possible to practice like this.

It would be good if you don't practice people.

"Is there a problem?" Milien raised her face, but after a moment, there was a little frustration on her face. Obviously, now she could clearly see that there were big problems with the way she practiced swords when she was young. Not only was it inefficient, but it was also easy to suffer from pain. Milien nodded helplessly: "Yes."

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

Mirien: "Rin, I don't think you are praising me."

"You can think so."

Yi Lin smiled.

While the two were alone and widowed and quarreled in the barrier, an elderly butler walked out of the corridor with an exquisite tray. The tray was neatly stacked with clean handkerchiefs and a glass of water filled with goblets.

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

"OK."

The heavy sword was unable to take off his hand and smashed it into the courtyard, smashing a thick piece of dust. The girl picked up the clean handkerchief with her gauze-wrapped hands and wiped the sweat on her face: "I'll practice for a while."

"Okay, Master Pandragorn."

"Let's talk about supper."

"Okay, Master, let's prepare dinner for you."

After the old butler left respectfully, the girl picked up the heavy sword from the ground and began to wave the sword meticulously.

...

"Why did he call you Master?"

Yilin asked curiously.

Mirien did not hide it: "In history, only men can inherit titles and family business, but my parents died early and did not have time to give birth to a man for the Pandragorn family. Therefore, I was treated as the descendant of Pandragorn since I was a child."

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

"yes."

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

"?"

"Can your parents leave too early and didn't have time to tell you that in fact, there is not only this way to regain your lost treasure? For example... buy it with money? Oh, don't mind, I just think that in a normal society, money ability is the most simple and unpretentious skill." Yi Lin casually said an easier way.

Milien was stunned. Her brows frowned, her eyes were red, and she felt aggrieved, as if she was crying.

After holding it in for a while, Mirien still couldn't cry. She was strong and she endured it.

Fortunately, you didn't cry, otherwise I should have doubts if I had any problems.

Yi Lin thought to herself and changed the topic: "Anyway, your family's glory is also found... Cough cough, it's safe, so don't mention the past. But I'm very curious. If you practice like this, can you really become the one you ten years later?"

Mirien closed her eyes and recalled the past. After a moment, she opened her eyes and nodded: "I remember when I was a child, a 'teacher' wearing a mask suddenly appeared to guide my swordsmanship. Since then, my swordsmanship has made rapid progress..."

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

Yi Lin suddenly realized: "It turns out that it was you who taught you."

Mirien shook her head hard, and she still couldn't believe the terrible fact: "This is impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible." Yi Lin's eyes flashed and she pushed Mirien behind: "Go, 'teacher'."

Mirien was pushed out of the barrier.

She faced her former youthful self at a loss.

Xiaomi Lien was full of vigilance towards the big sister who suddenly appeared: "Who are you?"

The memories of young come to my heart, and Damilian sighed:

"Your sword is wrong."

When Xiaomi Lien heard this, she was stunned and then shook her head stubbornly: "Impossible."

Damilian easily grabbed the blunt-stealing heavy sword and stood in front of him as if he was light.

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

[See Chapter 741: Lend me your Holy Grail.]

...

Yi Lin witnessed the encounter between two Mirien from different time and space, and many thoughts flashed through her mind.

"Since the 'fruit' already exists, there will inevitably be a 'cause' that leads to the birth of this 'fruit'. Ha... After all, after excluding all 'impossibility', the remaining one, no matter how outrageous or incredible it is, will it be the correct answer...?"

"No wonder I feel a little familiar with the scene where Xiaomi Lien practices swordsmanship."

"This is the biggest puzzle left by Xiaoxi."

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

...

Far from Qingcheng.

Xiaoxi, who was drinking milk, smiled slightly.

She seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and heard Yi Lin's question and the helplessness in Yi Lin's words.

“Yes, “10”.”

Xiaoxi closed her eyes.

...

Mirien stayed in the castle.

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

This is neither her home nor her home.

After secretly saying goodbye to Milien, under the latter's reluctance to leave, Yi Lin left here.

“Where’s the best to go?”

After vaguely understanding the truth of the "closed loop", Yi Lin 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.

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

At this time, London was still a rich city, with retro domes and skyscrapers standing in parallel, modern and retro styles. The sharp contrast gives people a strong visual impact. Irin stood on the pointer of Big Ben overlooking the city, and inexplicably felt that this perspective looked familiar.

Looking back, Yi Lin laughed in silence. He had blown up similar buildings in Gotham City back then. No wonder he missed this place so much.

Under the seemingly peaceful modern city, there is an undercurrent.

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

“It’s not enough.”

Yi Lin shook her head, without nostalgia, and would not have blown up Big Ben so crazy, and he came to the outskirts of London.

This is one of the three holy places of the Magicians Association, 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 Line] on it.

There is also a line of small words below that need to be close to before you can see clearly: use mystery as a permanent inheritance of knowledge.

Revisiting the old place made Yi Linxi feel bored. He recalled his experience of studying at the Clock Tower and prepared to go in and take a walk.

He read a lot of magic books back then. Although he has already mastered it, there may be some unmissible books from the Clock Tower ten years ago, so it is better to go in and take a look. For unfamiliar "knowledge", Yi Lin has always adhered to the attitude of "no one to refuse everyone".

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

I saw Yilin gently rubbing the handwriting on the road sign and talking to herself: "This seems to be the handwriting left by the founder of the clock tower, the disciple of King Solomon. King Solomon... Connor D. Solomon?" Yilin 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 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 many books that have been lost in ten years and are still preserved in the clock tower. Yi Lin sat at the highest point of the circling stairs, crossing her legs, holding a bunch of ancient books openly, absorbing knowledge with relish.

In Yi Lin's current view, the magic system is a bit backward, but some of the techniques, the way to make magic rituals, and some of the taboo rituals that can be recorded have brought some inspiration to Yi Lin. He took the essence, removed the dross, and wrote some of the essence into "codons" to fill the emptiness of the "Third of Infinite".

It took half a year to get mixed up in the clock tower.

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

"During this period, most of the books were preserved intact. Among the three major associations, the concept of the clock tower was biased towards "innovation", and the sea of ​​wandering focused on "human body transformation" and striving to restore "magic of the gods". As for Atlas Academy, it is a gathering place for "alchemy masters".

Yi Lin 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, and was about to change places and relax.
Chapter completed!