Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 158: Anchor
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"Remember yourself?"
Tyles repeated it with confusion.
But I was very confused, like falling into the fog.
Magic appointment.
Be careful of yourself.
Compared with the mystery of the gods, this rule seems common and ordinary, and it seems that it needs no more explanation.
"A magician, he must guard himself at all times."
"That's it," the stranger looked like a thousand miles away:
"The rest, understand for yourself."
Well, take it yourself
Huh?
Thyls, who reacted, was shocked!
He looked at each other dumbfounded.
I... comprehend it?
Fuck.
This is the classroom style of throwing a sentence and leaving immediately......
Why are you so familiar?
"Wait, wait! You...that's it?"
Tyles' eyes widened, looking at the stranger who seemed to be running away anytime, he said more desperately, trying to keep him:
"Be careful of yourself, what the **** is this? I mean, at least it's like a practical rule without studying each other..."
But just as Thales was about to ask a question, the stranger slightly raised his head and looked into the distance.
"You should go," he said coldly with his hands behind his back:
"They noticed."
Tyles' eyelids twitched.
They.
Girls
"So fast?"
The young man followed the other person's way and looked at the fuzzy sky that seemed to him empty.
Sure enough, there is still nothing.
But...
Tyles has a headache and annoyed authentically:
"Why are they so interested in me...?"
This question silenced the atmosphere for a moment.
After a while, the stranger folded his hands and spoke silently.
"Don't blame them," the strange words were full of indifferent sadness:
"They are poor children just like you."
"Just a last resort."
Thyls couldn't help frowning when he heard this.
What?
Poor kid? Forced?
Thyls is still ignorant.
"After all, they are already for this world..."
Thyls heard clearly, and the stranger sighed behind the vaguely vague scene, sounding emotional:
"Sacrificed too much."
Too much sacrifice...
Just as Thales frowned for this sentence again, there was a sudden excitement in his mind!
A long-lost memory appeared in my mind.
It was a conversation between him and a goddess priest in a simple temple.
He believes you are different... He believes you will do better.
He sacrificed too much.
Tyles squinted in confusion, feeling familiar.
He sacrificed too much...
Sacrifice...
Wait, sacrifice!
Thyls suddenly recovered!
He remembered.
His breathing speeds up suddenly!
Prince, desert, dungeon, assassin, attack, captive, hostage, alchemy ball...
One by one scenes, slices of memories poured into my mind, more and more, filling up the parts he just missed.
"Haha, haha..."
Tyles was panting, his eyes vacant, not even the stranger's gaze.
Oops...
Oops!
There...
Tyles recalled the last scene not long ago in a panic...
It was not accidental that he lost control, only raised the threshold and knocked on the door...
There...
Yordel...the brazier's dagger and alchemy ball...
The anxiety and tension in the teenager's heart came to its peak in an instant.
The stranger's words continue: "I will help you get out of control, and then send you to safety..."
"No way!"
Thyls looked up suddenly!
He distorted his face and blurted out loudly:
"I can't just go back like this! I can't escape... the so-called out of control!"
The stranger stopped talking and looked at him quietly.
"I remembered, I felt it," Thales' fists were clenched, and his mood was difficult to calm:
"On the other side, there are things, people, and things still waiting for me."
Thinking of this, he took a step forward excitedly:
"Tell me, tell me more!"
Thyls gritted his teeth and looked at each other, and said firmly: "You don't need to teach me what magic power is..."
"But you can teach me the tricks, teach me the methods, teach me how to be self-conscious, how to stay sensible in... that kind of out of control."
I must be sober, with the power of a magician...
"They."
"They are waiting for me."
Tyles looked anxious, his eyes nervous.
But the other party just stared from a distance, didn't move, as if he didn't hear it.
Tyles' heart sank.
"This is not something that can be successful at the first time," a few seconds later, the stranger said quietly: "You need to practice, reckless actions will..."
"But I don't have time to practice."
Under tension and anxiety, the second prince’s tone became more and more excited: "Please teach me... please!"
"Whether it is for Ashida's or an old friend's sake!"
This time, the other party stared at him for an extra long time.
One second, two seconds, five seconds...
But just in the next moment, before Thales could react, the illusory scenes all over the stranger's body were shaken together, and the aura was killed!
The opponent took a step forward, and the eyes hidden behind the virtual curtain lit up with two strong lights, penetrating the obstacles as if they were substantial.
Straight into Thales’ eyes, the boy’s eyes were darkened!
In the space named Critical, the surrounding fuzzy virtual curtains are stacked and broken into three-dimensional thick fog.
They came from all around as if they were alive, narrowing and blocking the world, and dyeing everything in front of them into pitch black, like a huge sea of ink, surging!
Thyls took a step back in shock, but felt that the stranger in front of him became more and more powerful.
"The girls are amazing, I can't hide it for too long."
Unfamiliar life hard way:
"You can understand as much as you can."
Tyles had not had time to express his gratitude, and the other party had cut his tongue and didn't get muddled.
"First of all, anchor point."
In the void enveloped by thick ink, the stranger paced slowly around Thales, and his mysterious eyes radiating strong light looked at him from different angles.
"You have to find a good anchor for yourself. This is the easiest way to guard yourself."
I haven't recovered from the shock in front of him, Thales is slightly puzzled:
"Anchor point?"
The stranger's footsteps stopped behind Thales.
"I don't like to use metaphors, but even as a younger generation, you are too far behind, so I can only explain this in an unequal and not rigorous way."
Thyls moved in his heart.
Behind him, the mysterious magician in the void said coldly:
"When you wander in the sea of magical energy, you always feel the rise and fall of the threshold, and it is far more than your body that is affected."
"You need an anchor to lock you in all the time, and even in times of danger, to pull you back to the most basic physical state from the path of ascent. This is the anchor point."
The thick and weird fog flowing around followed the stranger's words, shimmering and blocking everything, making Thales feel like he is in an invisible sea.
At a loss.
The stranger did not waste time, continue:
"Accurate and effective anchor points can not only help you restrain terrible impulses and desires, but also maintain your self and reason when you are in contact with magical energy, and it can even be effective even after knocking, removing you from your irresistible state. Pull back to the physical state and return to yourself."
Thyls pondered slightly: "So I need an anchor point."
"How to do it?"
The stranger slowly put up a finger, and colorless ripples lingered from his fingertips again, forming illusions on his blurred face.
"Specifically, an anchor point can be anything, a memory, an object, a feature, an event."
Memory, objects, characteristics, events...
Recognize yourself.
Restrain impulse.
Be sane.
Return to self.
Thyls suddenly remembered the inexplicable "knocking" six years ago.
At that time, I called myself back to Longxiao City from the so-called original state...
"But the most important thing is..."
The stranger continued:
"The anchor must point directly to your ego."
Thyls was taken aback for a moment, and then he asked questions:
"Self?"
His thoughts returned to what the stranger had said before.
Be careful of yourself.
But...
"Ego," the stranger nodded, and the streamer flickered on the edge of his head, bringing out circles of fuzzy colorless ripples:
"A few things in you that cannot be confused by others."
The stranger's bright eyes flashed behind the fuzzy face.
"Now, answer me:" His voice became extremely cold and hard, and Thales had to pay attention to him:
"Who are you?"
Thyls shook slightly.
"Me?"
The teenager replied subconsciously:
"Um, Tay, Thales?"
But the stranger suddenly became aggressive.
"Thyls? Huh!"
"How do you know there is only one Thales in the world?"
He spoke faster and asked coldly:
"What if I told you that on the south bank of the stars a hundred and twenty-three years ago, in a bad bar in a port, there was also an hapless sailor named Thales?"
"Does the anchor point directly to you or him?"
Thyls was taken aback when he became compact.
The stranger said coldly:
"As I said, the ego is something in you that cannot be confused by others."
"Thyls, this name you have used for more than ten years is your true self, or is it a label given by others that you think is self?"
Thyls just felt that his breathing was getting faster and faster.
"So do it again, who are you?" the stranger repeated sharply.
The weird thick fog surrounding it lasted for a long time.
Sullen and gloomy.
Thyls gritted his teeth and took a deep breath:
"Well, then... I was born in 665 year of the end calendar, born in the city under the eternal star, and terribly unlucky in the first half of my life?"
He raised his head and looked tentatively at the stranger.
"Hmph, the content has been increased, the reference scope of the label has been narrowed, and the anchor point can be easily pointed. It seems to be very effective, but the problem is, if it is effective..."
At first, the stranger groaned a little, and seemed to feel something, but at the end he changed his conversation, even with sarcasm:
"Why don't you just throw a three-foot-thick biography on it?"
Thyls' eyebrows moved.
The stranger's tone is quite disdainful:
"The longer the line of the kite, the more difficult it is to control. You put such a heavy load on the anchor point. Maybe it was just positioned in 665, and the line was interrupted by the storm."
Tyles frowned with a headache.
Strangers make people feel cold and authentic:
"Self! What you need is a precise definition, not redundant descriptions and multiple tags that force you to be like the protagonist in a rotten knight novel, facing the enemy, he has taken out a lot of seemingly powerful Treasures and titles, but none of them really belong to him."
The stranger bent down, his fuzzy face almost touching the tip of Thales' nose.
His eyes are still bright, making people unable to open their eyes:
"One more time... who are you... who?"
The teenager looked at him nervously.
The dense fog and huge waves rolling around again seem to indicate the emotions of the other party at the moment.
It also puts Thales under tremendous pressure.
Tyles buckled his heart and gritted his teeth and said: "Well, I am the magician Prince Thales?"
"Can't be confused, right?"
Hearing that word, the stranger was silent for a moment, and slowly straightened up.
"Very well, this self seems to be unique, but ah," I only heard a cold snort from a stranger:
"Is it really accurate?"
Thyls was startled again.
"The three parts are so indistinguishable, then the ego that your anchor points to is the magician, Thales, or the prince?"
The other party shook his head and said:
"Secondly, can you sum up your true self with these three words? The magician Prince Thales?"
The stranger gave a cold snort and continued to ask:
"So, for the last time, who are you?"
What?
Thyls, who has been hit, feels depressed.
The anxious and nervous mood, one after another of oppressive interrogations, and the subsequent rebuttals, gave Thales no chance to take a breath and think, but he was confused.
He can no longer take care of the turbulent fog around the opponent, nor can he take care of the weird scenes in the boundary.
"I don't understand."
"How to determine the anchor point before it can be regarded as pointing to the self?"
Cherish the last chance, Thales solemnly and seriously asked the stranger:
"And what is the self?"
The teenager shook his head honestly: "I really don't understand."
The stranger seemed to have expected his question a long time ago and hummed softly.
"Because it is more difficult than imagined."
The mysterious magician raised his hands and raised his voice:
"Most people in this world have difficulty identifying themselves."
Following his words, the dense fog and ink waves in the boundary obediently let the space open, and the colorless waves turned into mini scenes in the void.
Those are countless individuals without faces.
From birth, growth, work, achievement to death.
It's their birth, old age, sickness and death.
"They rely on a dazzling array of labels to live in the world. Name, occupation, appearance, achievement, identity, status, blood, relationship, title, power, wealth, objects..."
Thyls watched his performance blankly.
The stranger moves his hands, and the illusion changes accordingly:
"Some tags are directly given by others, and some tags are later chosen by yourself."
"However, no matter whether they are self-recognizing because of other people's references, self-convincing by established habits, and self-defining by their position, they often fall into an external trap, thinking that the label represents themselves, but from I don’t know what the true self is."
Tags...
Self...
Thyls frowned, puzzled.
"Direct anchor points to meaningless tags, think that it is the self, and expect these things to take you home..."
The other party's fingers trembled, and the picture in the colorless waves crashed!
Shook Thales.
The stranger’s words have a slight sense of alienation:
"In history, many people have lost in this step, disappeared into nothingness, and never returned. We call it the wrong anchor."
"No matter how strong the will is, once a person takes the wrong path, he will just go the wrong way and make mistakes again and again."
Wrong anchor...
Lost...
At that moment, Thales felt that he had caught something, but after thinking about it, he didn't seem to understand anything.
He scratched his hair in pain:
"Self is not a label? Can't anchor points be set on a label?"
"Where should I decide?"
The stranger snorted slightly, seemingly disapproving.
"I don't know," the other person stared at him coldly, as if a cold light came from his vague face:
"You tell me?"
Okay.
Looking at the other person, Thales shook his head with a headache.
He is obviously not the kind of person who likes to show answers to students.
In the mysterious boundary, the stranger took a deep look at Thales and turned around.
"This is the end of self-preservation," he left the young man a lonely back:
"As for how much you can experience..."
Thyls was surprised!
"Wait..."
But the other party didn't look back, and was about to sink into the thick fog.
At the same time, Thales felt that everything around him was dissipating.
As if he was leaving soon.
Thyls was anxious.
Damn it!
Anchor, self...what do these all mean!
He stared at the stranger's slowly disappearing back, thinking desperately, at least to find a way to keep him...
In order not to forget, in order to stay sane.
Find anchor points when you are out of control or raising the threshold.
The anchor points straight to the self, you can pull me back...
So...
From anchor point to self, to make an analogy, it is like when I was sailing in the ocean, I dropped it...
Wait.
An analogy?
Speaking of this, the young man was suddenly startled.
He raised his head and stared blankly at the dense fog that gradually dissipated in the critical mass.
"Guide!"
Thyls blurted out subconsciously.
At that moment, the thick ink mist all over the body trembled as if consciously!
The stranger turned around, the fog no longer dissipated.
He looked at Thales steadily.
I saw the latter gasping and asking:
"You are Ashida's leader, right?"
Very good...
At least...I kept him.
Thyls felt worried.
Faced with Thales' sudden questioning, the stranger seemed unprepared.
He moved slightly, and his fuzzy face trembled.
A few seconds later, the stranger asked quietly:
"Why?"
Thyls let out a sigh of relief, feeling the slowly regaining memory.
"Asida said that he hates metaphors," Thales tentatively said:
"You don't seem to like it either."
The stranger did not speak.
But Thales thinks this is the default.
"Why, why is it a metaphor, why do you hate it?" Thales asked abruptly before realizing it was wrong.
He looked down on the stranger's exact expression, and could only feel the sudden movement of his gaze behind the virtual screen, causing a few ripples.
But he didn't look offended.
"Because," the stranger said in a strange tone:
"In the most serious and equal discussion, using metaphors is a kind of laziness and trickery."
Tyles moved in his heart and felt something touched.
Just listen to the stranger continuing:
"It relies on one-sided common points to connect the body and the vehicle, but it is easy to blur the essence and context of things, indulge the speaker, mislead the listener, exile understanding to the metaphorical appearance, and unknowingly distort the original thing. Face."
"It is a scout of sophistry and empty talk, a vanguard of deviation and misunderstanding."
Strangers are indifferent and authentic:
"Although there are similarities, the vehicle and the ontology may not be the same; even if it is easy to understand, the understanding obtained through metaphor may not be in accordance with the original meaning."
At that moment, Thales trembled slightly!
He understood something.
Thyls spoke subconsciously, learning each other's sentences word by word, but changed the object:
"Although there are similarities, the label and the self may not be the same; even if it is easy to understand, the self obtained through the label may not be the real self."
Thyls was dumbfounded.
The stranger didn't answer, just stared quietly.
As the words slowly uttered, the young man's thinking became more and more smooth.
He looked at each other with a little eagerness and excitement: "So, to anchor yourself, what you really need is to remove all external labels."
"Remove what you said is confused by others."
"Because those labels also obscure the essence of things, obscure what is self, right?"
The stranger remained silent.
Thyls' eyes lit up, and he asked again and again: "They are like metaphors grabbed from other similar things. They contain too much or too little content, and the situation is deviated from the left and right, and cannot represent the self?"
Tyles' thoughts became clearer and clearer, and he smashed his fist in the palm of his hand:
"So, I can't rely on external things to set an anchor point and retrieve myself, this will be the wrong anchor."
"Just like in the most serious discussions, you don’t like to use metaphors to convey ideas in a flattering way. It will ignore the situation and distort the essence."
The stranger looked at him quietly.
In the thousands of thoughts composed of magic energy, several special thoughts emerged.
Maybe you are right, Ashida.
He is indeed different.
Not his blood, not his origin, not his qualifications.
but...
Thinking of this, the stranger hummed softly:
"Ironically, this is also a metaphor."
It seems disdainful.
But at least he didn't deny that Thales said silently.
This means...
At that moment, Thales frowned tightly.
"Be careful of yourself."
He repeated a sentence subconsciously.
"Things that cannot be confused by others," the prince raised his head thoughtfully:
"So that's what it means."
The stranger folded his arms, his face wavy, and Thales felt like he was smiling.
I want to find, in this world...
Originally, completely, completely, and truly, it's only mine.
"Because the other is hell."
Thyls said blankly.
The stranger’s voice is puzzled:
"What?"
Thyls woke up and shook his head: "It's nothing, just the crazy talk of an old man named Sartre."
The stranger nodded, and the thick fog around him began to dissipate again.
"Then go," the mysterious magician said lightly: "Back to the most violent out of control state."
"Test your anchor point."
"If you succeed and maintain your sense and yourself in a state of loss of control, you will formally stabilize in the physical stage and become a contact although I think the magic stage theory has nothing to you Applicability."
Tyles' expression tightened. He remembered his companions who were still on the other side, in trouble, and didn't say anything in the end.
But when things came, he hesitated slightly.
"What if I fail?"
The stranger sneered:
"If your anchor fails...then you will repeat the same mistakes~IndoMTL.com~Crazy raising the threshold until you knock on the door, waiting for the two girls eager to find you..."
Thyls frowned.
"What's more, because you are starting from the threshold, the next knock on the door will only be more violent. I think you may be completely lost in your original state and become a kite with a broken line."
Thyls was stunned for a while, and struggled to understand what the other party said: "The broken kite?"
"So where will I go?"
The stranger shook his head.
"I don't know."
The momentum around him changed, and the words followed:
"Because no one came back."
Ai, Damn, forgot to guard against theft!