Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 22: Unexpected invitation

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"What is the magic in your mind?"

"Use powerful fireballs to bombard the grass into white ground? Use psychedelic techniques to deceive the world and chase power? Use juggling tricks to win the cheers and admiration of stupid aristocrats? In the eyes of others, it is extremely powerful. The mystery of yours decorates your position and appearance? Or do you destroy your enemies in battles and fights, bringing ridiculous pleasure and satisfaction?"

Thyls lowered his head thoughtfully. m. Lewen Mobile Network

But his heart was already shaking.

Magic.

Magic?

What is magic...

"You know, a long time ago, I always felt that the wizards were all powerful people and waved a fireball." The prince sighed with emotion, "Or if you stay in the tower without going out, you can The spell that destroys the world, or the old school of persistent pursuit of the truth...but you tell me now..."

Ashida leaned back in his chair and snorted coldly.

"Indeed, the magic system of the Soul Tower is the biggest heresy in the history of magic. It was not recognized by other wizards at first: They ridiculed us as a'master', but we replied that they were just'jugglers'."

"For example, the Tower of Alchemy stubbornly believes that magic is to study the relationship between mankind and nature and save the resources of the latter for their own use. It is not surprising that they have such a thought. The tower of alchemy rises in the war between humans and ancient orcs. It started with killing and practicality, relying on survival and victory-very close to the kind of wizards who throw fireballs and specialize in spells."

"But we are not the same," the magician's tone was full of seriousness and caution: "The idea of ​​the tower of souls in turn shook the entire history of magic, and even the ascetics and alchemists were deeply affected. ."

Thyls frowned: "You mean..."

"If magic can't satisfy one's own temperature and saturation, it can provide some meaning to the world, some possibilities for the future, and some value for mankind..." Ashida turned her head, narrowed her eyes, and her face was calm. But it makes people stressful.

"Then we will try our best to gather mages, summarize calculations, specialize in continuous research, pass on the seeds and ideas of magic, and continue to pursue further amidst doubts and controversies...What is the significance of these things?"

"If Guo Magic is simply reduced to a slave to the user, it becomes a tool of selfishness and a capital to show off status, as a cloak to win dignity and a capital to realize desires, as a mage, independent and self-sufficient. Excuse," Ashida's expression is still very stiff, but Thales inexplicably feels that there is a deeper emotion behind his face: "The existence of the mage is also with the princes and nobles who are fighting for power, but please What is the difference between a rich farmer or hunter, a warrior on the battlefield who kills the enemy, a merchant craftsman who seeks profit and a sophisticated hermit?"

"Why are we as mages chasing truth and correctness, why is it necessary and for what?"

"In order to live? In order to live better? In order to live better? In order to live to be seen by others? In order to be smarter and stronger, then let countless people who are stupid and weaker than you lie on the ground and marvel at your achievements, Worship your status?"

"No, Thales," Ashida slowly said, "That is definitely not a mage, at least not a mage we recognize, but the word'magic' written on the only fig leaf. It's just a silverfish."

Thyls thought deeply about the other party's words, and couldn't help but fall into his mind: "Is this also part of the magician course?"

Asida nodded solemnly: "Of course, and it's very important."

"Don't let the existing framework imprison yourself, Thales, let your mind go."

Thyls stared at him blankly.

The magician sighed slowly-Thales almost forgot the fact that he could breathe: "Remember what I said? In the tower of souls, the seat of all laws In the concept, magic is a choice, not a monotonous tool or means, and the mage is an identification, not a tacky status or identity."

"And this is the year, my choice, and my identity," Ashida looked at his eyes flatly: "It's also my magic."

Ashida fell silent.

But Thales was immersed in a shocking conversation and could not return for a long time.

"Mr. Sackern, what kind of place is the Tower of Soul?" he asked dreamily.

Ashdar paused.

Three seconds later, the magician slowly shook his hands.

"The Tower of Soul," Ashida spoke very slowly, her voice low, as if there was a layer of sandpaper behind her throat: "The holy place of the mage, the hope of the apprentice, the future of magic, where countless thoughts and ideas are fierce. Ground collision."

"The truth we thought was washed and tempered in lectures and discussions, and countless like-minded peers moved forward step by step in their arguments."

"Every day is a new day, because there are always new things waiting for you, there are always new people in the future, because there are always old things left behind, and there are always old people falling..."

At that moment, Ashida seemed to think of something, he stopped talking, but looked down at the chessboard.

It's like breaking a taboo.

His face dimmed, and the blue light in his eyes gradually disappeared.

Thyls noticed the teacher's expression and abnormality, and he wisely stopped asking.

Everyone has their own story.

But not everyone wants to talk.

Not to mention...

"Listen to you, I really want to see it with my own eyes," Thales sighed: "It seems that the Tower of Soul is a great and beautiful place."

Aishida raised her head suddenly

"Of course not." This time, the magician's tone became extraordinarily cold, "Even the soul tower has its own dirty and dark, ugly and compromise."

"After all, mages are nothing but humans."

"Remember, Thales, an organization, a place, a group, as long as it is composed of people," the magician stared at Thales closely: "Then it will never be so beautiful."

"It's just like the whirlpool you are in, in this game."

The prince raised his eyebrows, a little embarrassed: "Huh?"

But Ashida ignored him, just turned to look out of the box.

"Perhaps this is the limit of humanity."

Thyls swears that after the last word, he heard an imperceptible sigh from the magician.

In this picture under the sunset, the magician's face is still pretty, but there are some lines that are not normally available out of thin air.

It seems that the painter has drawn a few more strokes.

"get out of class ends."

Ashida looked at the sinking sunset and said softly.

The next second, before Thales even showed his stunned time, the magician's figure faded away.

"Hey," Thales looked at the empty seat and the general's chessboard again, and sighed helplessly: "It's like this again."

So, once again, Thales ended the day of going out to play chess, and accompanied by Justin, Wiya and others, prepared for the return journey in despair.

I have had enough surprises today.

Perhaps he shouldn't put a burden on himself, given the weirdness in Longxiao City...

Huh?

Thyls raised his head strangely, looking at the commotion ahead.

"What's going on?" The former deputy commander of the Blade Guard, Lord Justin passed the prince, looking angrily at the situation.

At the door of the chess and card room, dozens of soldiers from the Grand Duke’s guard held their weapons coldly, and tensely confronted a dozen strange soldiers from the alleys next door.

The soldiers were obviously not from Longxiao City, they were murderous and showed no weakness.

Behind them is a brown-black closed carriage.

Wiya and Rolf looked at each other, not knowing why.

Tyles frowned, and saw the leader of the strange soldiers clearly—that was a female soldier with an inch and a round face.

"Prince Thales, I represent the black sand collar. I am sending you an invitation to talk." The current Deputy Commander of the Blade Guard, the estranged Lord Lady Kroëch Melk, turned behind her. The carriage guarded by the sand-collared soldiers waved their arms and spoke coldly:

"The Viscount Cambida is in the carriage. He invites you to move into the carriage and give him a few minutes to talk."

Thyls was taken aback for a moment.

How...

"Talks? Now?"

Thyles felt suspicious and vigilant: "What is Cambida going to tell me?"

"I don't know," Kroashy said softly, with a chill in his eyes: "That's your judgment."

At this moment, Viscount Cambida’s voice came from a distance from the direction of the carriage:

"I promise, Your Royal Highness, if you miss this carriage, you will regret it in the future."

"Trust me, this is very important."

Thyls's heart shuddered.

I regret it? Important?

"Why get on the carriage?" Thales narrowed his eyes and said vigilantly: "We can go upstairs or find another place."

"Why on the carriage?"

"Look around you," Croix glanced at the Grand Duke's guards with an unpleasant gaze. "In Longxiao City, within ten meters of you, is there any private place? "

Justin, who was in charge of defending Thales, tightened.

Thyls looked at Croaich suspiciously, then at the carriage behind her.

Strange.

Black sand collar... want to talk to me.

At this time?

Damn it, why isn't Putila?

"Impossible!" The vigilant Lord Justin directly rejected the opponent: "If you want to see the prince, you can..."

"We have had enough of the blockade of Dragon City," Kroaishi did not flinch. She ignored her predecessor: "His Royal Highness, this is the closest we can get to you in a month, believe I, we just want to talk to you."

Thyls, with countless thoughts flashing in his mind, was about to speak, but Justin took the lead.

"Aish, I still remember how you were when you were a kid," I saw Lord Justin stepping forward, his face getting ugly: "My relationship with your father is not good, and I am very happy that you have become The Blade Guard, so..."

"Don't force me to do it."

Behind him, Thales took a deep breath.

So...

"Then you'd better do it now, Uncle Justin," Croix said coldly, "Or let the prince decide for himself-he is a guest, not a prisoner!"

Justin's face was cold, and he was about to press on the weapon, and the guards of the Grand Duke around him also looked badly ready to do it.

Just now.

"Lord Justin!"

Under all eyes, the prince gently took a step forward.

Thyls raised his hand and pressed Justin's shoulder.

At this time?

The prince looked at the black sand-collared carriage, his thoughts turned.

At a time when the relationship between Exeter and the Freedom League was delicate.

When the news of Qiyuan City was unknown.

When Longxiao City was in a dilemma.

The people in the black sand collar, want to talk to me, talk to an enemy king who is powerless and awkward?

Too suspicious.

Thyls shook his head and said to Justin: "This is Longxiao City. They are the king's special envoys. It is unwise to have meaningless conflicts—and you know what kind of situation we are in."

Justin frowned fiercely: "But you know, they are black sand collars after all..."

Waiya couldn't help but speak: "With all due respect, your highness, your safety..."

"Listen to me!" Thales turned his head and looked at his own person.

"In the face of the king, the Grand Duchess needs new information-undoubtedly this is an opportunity to see what they think about Longxiao City." He said to the frowning Justin: "For Longxiao City."

Justin's words choked.

"And she is right--I am a guest."

"Huiya, the carriage is here, and I will not disappear out of thin air." Thales smiled at his attendant.

Justin and Wyya looked at each other and both felt uneasy.

"Furthermore," the prince calmly turned to Kroaishi, looked at the soldiers behind her and said: "Everyone in the black sand collar will ensure my safety, won't you?"

Kroeich nodded, pressed his right chest, and said respectfully: "Swear with my life and the honor of the king."

"In a few minutes, you will get off the bus safely."

Tyles looked at Justin and Wiyah who were still suspicious, and shrugged.

Rolfe nodded at him.

"Go and inform the boss and the earl." In the end, Lord Justin nodded hesitantly, but at the same time he cautiously ordered to his subordinates: "Make sure they know about this as soon as possible."

"Do you know how important you are, Your Highness?" Huaiya stared at the carriage with an ugly face: "Like the meteorite said, you can always find problems for us."

The prince smiled.

"That's why I need you, Wya, and you, Midira."

He gently pushed away the two guards in front of him, accompanied by Wya and Rolf, into the formation of the black sand collar.

The unswerving attendant and the ghost of the wind were stopped in front of the carriage.

Thyls threw the book in his hand to Wiya, and walked away alone.

No matter what Heisha leader wants to tell you, Thales.

Be calm and cautious.

You have experienced the power of Rumba and the cunning of Cambida.

Be careful when facing your worst enemy.

The next second, Taylor, whose heart was as calm as a lake, opened the door and boarded the carriage that was not even lit.

In the carriage, Cambida's silhouette is sitting quietly in the dark, and his clothes are faintly visible.

"I always feel that this is your revenge for my refusal to talk to you alone on the road~IndoMTL.com~," Thales closed the car door, exhaled, and sat opposite Cambida: "Khan Viscount Bida..."

But the prince shook suddenly!

That's not Cambida.

That is...

"Long time no see, Thales," the other party gently lifted his gaze from the saber in his knees:

"Are you old enough to drink?"

That is...

How dare they...

At this moment, Thales' brain is almost blank.

In the carriage, the owner of the black sand collar, Exeter's thirty-sixth co-elected king, Charman Rumba, opened a pair of cold eyes in the deep gloom.

(End of this chapter)