Above The Sky
Chapter 538 - 538 507 You are the Inheritor of Inega II!

538: Chapter 507: You are the Inheritor of Inega II!

(3/3) 538: Chapter 507: You are the Inheritor of Inega II!

(3/3) “I see.”

The Second Prince showed a look of realization.

In the South Sea Great Labyrinth, it would have been odd if the Spiritual Tool Church had not intervened, but the fact that they had and were repelled was logical.

However, Master Gossay did not broadcast this matter… nor was there a need to; a tacit understanding among everyone sufficed.

Had there not been a collaboration between The Empire and the Spiritual Tool Church this time, Grand Adept Xin Marcy might not have mentioned it, seeking to dissolve some past minor frictions along the way.

Xin informed the Second Prince that Ian had attained the top position in the assessment and had revealed his newly named alchemical technique called ‘reuse.’

“It is said.”

The Grand Adept praised, “This young alchemist plans to continue researching in this field—he aims to lower the threshold for alchemical potions as much as possible.

By slightly reducing the quality of the potions, he wants to use the same materials to produce more potions and enable more people to use them.”

“To be honest, very few alchemists aim to go in this direction.

Most alchemists strive to create the best and most potent potions.

I think this young man has a lot of courage and confidence to carve a new path in a barren wilderness.”

“Is that so?”

Xin’s praise was sincere, which was undoubtedly a form of flattery for the potential benefit of the Second Prince—although not widely publicized, those with a keen interest already knew that outside of being an Inspector Knight, Ian now also served as a Knight Lord, and it was Michael Setar himself who had granted him the title.

This genius was indeed the forthcoming direct heir and ally of the Second Prince and the Ellen Family, bound to be a significant official in The Empire in the future.

But upon hearing the Grand Adept’s elaboration, the Second Prince’s brow furrowed slightly.

“He is indeed very talented.”

He said in a grave tone, “But I see an unfortunate trend emerging from his technique.”

“I am sorry.”

Shaking his head slightly, Michael Setar stood up, apologizing to Xin, “I may have to be absent for a while.

There are some things I must personally discuss with him.”

“We can’t sit by and watch a genius stray from the path.”

“Personally?”

Xin was taken aback for a moment.

As she watched Michael Setar transform into a stream of light and disappear before her, she was perplexed: […observation of Michael for the eleventh time concluded: he seems to be uninterested in the combination of green hair and golden eyes.

Moreover, his emphasis on academic matters is greater than small talk.]

“Perhaps next time before discussing cooperation, I should bring a thesis?”

“But this conflicts with the intelligence ‘Michael likes to talk about soothing interpersonal issues.’ How complicated.”

Meanwhile, Ian was in his own laboratory, admiring the sense of fulfillment the large laboratory provided, spanning over four hundred square meters and including five floors, with a massive basement.

The mid-to-large-sized laboratory provided by the Platinum Iridium Workshop for Ian was located in the Lower City District on the outskirts of the Imperial Capital, in the ‘Triangle Tower Area,’ home to over half of the Imperial Capital’s alchemy workshops and alchemists, truly a city of alchemy.

This alchemy tower was nominally under the personal ownership of Yisen Gard, and the golden-haired youth had entrusted Ian with full management rights—in other words, the entire alchemy tower now belonged to his personal domain.

“To be honest.”

Ian said somewhat blankly—this was the first time that he felt both puzzled and content with the reality before him: “I never imagined that the Imperial Capital would have such… extravagant specifications for a laboratory.”

It even left him wondering what could possibly fill the space—conduct five experiments at once?

Please, he was talented, sure, and had the Silver Chip, which made it not difficult to handle five things at once, but he didn’t have five bodies.

“Haha.”

And Yisen Gard patted Ian’s shoulder, saying with a laugh, “You should thank your teacher—it was Teacher Hiliad who applied in his name, and I along with the Platinum Iridium Workshop funded it.

And you are worthy of having it.”

“Since we didn’t know your preferences, all the laboratories were equipped with comprehensive alchemical equipment; basically, anything available on the market is here… But as for some unique, custom alchemical instruments, I’m afraid that wasn’t possible.”

Ian was shaken—listen to that!

Because they didn’t know his preferences, they simply bought everything available on the market…

Wouldn’t it be theoretically better to ask him before customizing?

This was how the wealthy talked, so enviable.

Oh, but this wealthy person was investing in himself, so that’s okay.

Bring on more, bring on more.

“I need to make a trip back to the Central Urban District for a while.”

After bringing Ian to the laboratory—or rather, to the experimental building of the director of the Platinum Iridium Workshop, Yisen Gard had to leave temporarily for some matters.

And now Ian didn’t really have anything to do; Hua’an and the Frost Butterfly had gone to meet their Fae friends, and Ian would rejoin them in the Central Urban District after he had enjoyed the experimental building and determined which specialized equipment he needed to custom order.

Just as Ian managed to contain his excitement and was about to calm down to calculate what else the laboratory needed.

A light suddenly flared up.

Within the Foresight View, a silvery fog interwoven with intense Glorious Light reached the entrance of the building.

“Huh, Uncle…

You came here…

Is there something you need from Ian?”

Taken by surprise, Ian turned around as he heard Yisen Gard’s astonished voice, and a somewhat familiar and gentle male voice replied, “Yes.

There are some matters I need to discuss with him.

Continue with your duties, but even if the workshop’s responsibilities are heavy, one mustn’t neglect one’s craftsmanship.

You also have great potential in Alchemy, Yisen; you absolutely must not slack off.”

“Of course.

Ian is my best assistant, and I definitely won’t fall behind him.

That way, we can work together!” Yisen Gard said with a revitalized spirit after being encouraged.

“Then I’ll be going first?”

“Go ahead,” The Second Prince said satisfactorily, “I have noticed your recent changes.

They are indeed very good, Yisen.

Keep up the good work; both the strengths of the Setar Family and the Ellen Family will be exhibited in you.”

The uncle and nephew continued their conversation for a few more sentences, then Yisen Gard departed.

And then the Second Prince’s even tone sounded.

“May I come in, Ian.”

“…Certainly, Your Highness.” Even inside the building, where his own voice was not loud, and with thick soundproof blast walls between them, Ian was very clear that the other person definitely could hear him, just as he could.

The young man fell silent for a moment.

He felt somewhat uneasy, or rather, there was an unexpected and looming sense of crisis.

However, he still slowly said, “I am very pleased to welcome you.”

And the next moment, the Second Prince was standing beside Ian.

Second Prince Michael Setar looked very young, like someone just over twenty.

He didn’t inherit the imposing and handsome stature of the Guardian Axel, instead inheriting his mother’s delicate features, which made him appear somewhat refined.

But no one would mistake him for a woman, for the light flickering in his eyes revealed a solidified will…

a presence that was absolutely incomprehensible without meeting him in person.

A presence known as formidable.

A sheer power that brought an overwhelming sense of pressure.

A sensation akin to the scorching heat of the sun.

The body of a Human…

was but a vessel for this peak Fourth Energy Level powerhouse; his true nature was indescribable.

And at this moment, Second Prince Michael Setar, one of the last three potential heirs to the Imperial throne of The Empire, stood in front of Ian, scrutinizing the young man before him earnestly.

And Ian also scrutinized him, the silence between them lasting for several seconds.

Then, Michael was the first to break the silence.

“Is it Inega II’s Inheritance?”

His first question made Ian’s heart tighten—but with the assistance of the Silver Chip, he managed to disguise his reaction as ‘shock’ and ‘confusion’, and his mind immediately began to ponder the reason behind the Prince’s words.

—It’s not the Silver Chip, nor is it Teacher Hiliad’s inheritance…

He must have seen some clues from elsewhere and made the wrong assumption about part of my information.

With this thought, Ian seemingly panicked on the surface but remained calm internally, displaying the bewilderment of a genius youngster who coincidentally has lost his way, and the hidden vigilance ‘deep within’.

Even Michael couldn’t see through such a genuine disguise…

especially since he was intelligent and already had his own answer in mind.

He nodded slightly, as if confirming something, “Indeed.

The Chehalorvo Family, the way the grandfather used exile to preserve some secrets.”

“Your Alchemy comes from the grandfather’s manuscripts, doesn’t it?”

“There’s no need to deny it.

Your inclination to ‘simplify and popularize Alchemical Potions’ is enough for me to know this.”