Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 43: Embers of Magic

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"I still don't worry that the doctor is staying with His Royal Highness." By the fire, Huai Ya stared at another fire in the distance with a weird look. There were only two figures sitting around, one large and one small. .

This was the third night when they came to the Lombard Barracks. Ramon claimed to review Thales’ injuries alone, but it is strange that His Royal Highness also agreed to him.

"He is a prince, he can do whatever he wants." Putila smoked his pipe and exhaled a cloud of smoke, causing Huaiya next to his face to sink: "Besides, relax. Dread is not a pretense."

"Besides, there are so many Sergeant Exeters on duty, your Highness is safe," Putila glanced at the bad-looking Exeter soldiers who were standing guard or patrolling around, and then looked at Ada, who was not far away, said slowly: "Furthermore, if Ramon is really an assassin, he has too many opportunities in the previous battlefield...Don't forget, he was the one who rescued your Highness." /

Huiya thought of the battlefield, and her heart moved slightly.

"Speaking of this...what happened to your Highness?" The young attendant said worriedly: "At that time he obviously even breathed..."

Putila looked at Huaiya who was suspicious and squinted slightly.

"Are you always brooding about this?" the thin deputy envoy said with interest.

"More than this," Wiya frowned, thinking dignifiedly, while expressing doubts: "Your Royal Highness's physique is very good... The facts are better than I expected, no matter how serious. All injuries and healing time are calculated in days..."

But this is more suspicious, isn't it?

"Also, the kind of ability that His Royal Highness said he learned from the Black Prophet...I can't care." Wiya lowered his head and glanced over the single-edged sword beside him: "After all, that's a secret. Ke, although your Highness... but he is only a child after all, it is not a good thing to be too close to Mi Ke."

Secret Branch.

Huh.

Putila raised his head, with a complex expression on the empty moon, breathing out a puff of smoke.

"Do you think Secret Science is a terrible place?" The deputy did not look at Huaiya.

Huaiya pursed his lips and nodded.

"I have heard a lot of stories about there, some are ridiculous, some are weird, and some are unreasonable," the young attendant drew out the sword, his voice filled with hesitation: "But I have to admit, Kingdom Secret The mystery of Ke and the reputation of the Black Prophet are scary."

"I thought that at your age, you shouldn’t have heard too much of the Black Prophet’s deeds," Putila chuckled: "You know, Morat has been in charge of the secret science for more than 30 years. I even Suspect, when the young Eddie II was crowned, Morat was already working in the secret."

Huaiya wiped his sword and shrugged:

"During the training in the Tower of End, I heard such a joke: an incident occurred in the four major intelligence agencies of the world. The Red Witch broke a teacup, and the White Master burned an oil lamp. The young captain wore an old robe, and the black prophet broke a pillowcase in his sleep...Guess, which event has the most serious consequences?"

"Perhaps there is one thing missing," Putila took a sip of tobacco, his mouth arched: "Grey Sword Guard wears a scabbard."

Wiya and Putila chuckled together.

"Master Shao is not as unkind and terrifying as external rumors, but as the owner of the Tower of End, he is more calm and steadfast." Huaiya showed a look of nostalgia, nodded: "Moreover, except for his hair and beard , No place is gray."

"Huiya, as a servant officer," Putila said slowly after the joke: "It's good to care about the prince he serves, but..."

He looked at Wya Casso with a pressing look: "Want to hear a piece of advice?"

Wiya raised her eyebrows, showing a respectful expression.

"Each Star Prince is like a separate secret department, and they have a lot of secrets," Putila said with deep eyes: "Just caring about what you should know is enough."

Wiya frowned.

"Don't make life too difficult," Putila sighed: "Know that the life of the princes alone is hard enough."

Especially...they also have the last name Canxing.

Putila said silently.

The figure from before emerged in my heart.

Wiya looked at the crackling fire with a complicated expression.

"Master Putila, I still remember what you said in the birch grove that day," Wiya turned his weapon over and said silently, "You were also an attendant?"

Putilai's pipe no longer smokes.

The deputy envoy spit out his cigarette holder and looked at Huaiya.

The latter raised his eyes and asked him plainly: "Then which prince did you... serve?"

Putila's eyes focused on the fire stopped for a moment.

"Same as...your father." A few seconds later, he said slowly.

"But my seniority is older, and I left the prince's side earlier."

Wiya stared directly at him, her hand wiping the weapon stopped unknowingly.

"Really, maid," the young maid had a complicated expression and deep eyes: "then do you have a family?"

Putila turned his head and gave Wiya a deep look.

So funny.

He said silently: The famous "Cunning Fox" of the stars, the leader and signatory of the "Fortress Peace Treaty", can't handle his own family well.

But his eyes darkened immediately.

Where can I be better?

"Listen, Huaia," the deputy envoy rubbed his hand slowly cooling the pipe, his tone usually heavy:

"Gilbert is a competent and excellent attendant, well organized, meticulous, and loyal to his ideals and goals from beginning to end—he has his own principles."

Wia squeezed her blade gently.

"Even sometimes, those principles are so cold?" the young attendant said flatly.

"Cold?" Putila snorted softly:

"Sometimes, you have to make a choice-no matter how difficult it is."

Before Wiya responded, a discordant voice penetrated their conversation out of thin air.

"Good evening, two distinguished guests of the stars," Viscount Kanda under the Grand Duke of Black Sand, his most trusted adviser, came from a distance in a thick uniform unique to the North:

"I hope I didn't bother you!"

Kanda smiled and sat down opposite Putila, who had a playful look in his eyes, and Wiya, who had a bad face.

"You did bother us." Wiya looked at Kanda with a bad look, and flicked the blade of his hand, making a cool, crisp sound.

"Very well, that means I caught your attention." Kanda took off his gloves indifferently, and set off on fire: "Why don't you stay in the tent? The weather is very cold, and here is the Northland."

"We like the open-air wilderness," Putila replied indifferently, pouring the ashes from his pipe, his thin face flashed in the flames: "The scenery is beautiful and the vision is wide."

"Don't worry," Kanda smiled lightly, seeing through their thoughts: "You are in Exeter, and Exeter people don't have the habit of listening to tent corners."

He turned his head and looked at the star prince and his doctor in the distance: "The prince is safe here."

Kanda narrowed his eyes: "It's really a special prince, isn't it?"

Otherwise, the Duke would not give that kind of evaluation.

Wya snorted disdainfully.

Putila frowned.

They started to pay attention to the prince.

Probably the kid said something strange in the tent in Rumba the other day.

This is not a good sign.

The deputy envoy pulled out the pipe, grabbed a handful of tobacco, and said lightly: "It seems we are leaving tomorrow."

Huiya raised his brows.

Kanda's face stagnated, he looked at Putila warily: "You know?"

"It's written on your face, and the sergeants who went back and forth all night... and," Putila indifferently picked up a burning branch from the fire and rekindled his pipe: "This is not you What is the purpose of coming?"

"To convey the wishes of your lord?"

Silence.

Kanda stared at Putila earnestly, as if to watch him again.

"Yes," the Lord Viscount of the Black Sand Collar said calmly: "We will set off tomorrow, and I will lead an army of two thousand men, including five hundred cavalry and Lord Tuleha, the burning knight, to **** Thales. His Royal Highness went straight to Longxiao City. On the way, he would not rest in any castle or town of the lord and nobleman. At most, he would camp in the wild."

"Two thousand people, and bypassing the castle? To ensure that no one is looking for opportunities?" Putila said with a soft smile: "I really worry about your lord... It seems that Rumba is also desperate, right? The man behind him has no clue."

Kanda's face changed slightly.

"I thought that keeping promises and loyalty are the glorious and proud traditions of the North," Putila asked softly, "but look at this military camp now, there are everywhere The taste of conspiracy and trickery, who else can you fully believe?"

Kanda's expression gradually stiffened.

"Do you know what this is called?" Putila snorted softly: "The uncorrected beams must also have skewed shadows... Whether King Nunn or your lord."

Kanda grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, gently pinched it, and watched it fall from his fingers.

"Don't make any comments on the internal affairs of the Northland, Empire," the Viscount said coldly: "At least in the land of the Black Sands, accidents will not happen again."

Wiya retracted the sword into the sheath--he felt that the atmosphere was not quite right.

"Unexpected? The trainer of the magic gun may have different opinions," Putila put down his pipe, and laughed: "I'll give you a suggestion, the Viscount who has no clue."

Kanda's eyes moved: "What do you know?"

"Stop checking the connection between the Hardy officer and the princes and lords. You are destined to be in vain." Putila frowned and tried the temperature of the pipe to make sure it was not burning well: "It's better to find him The business went offline, from the scrapped magic guns that flowed out of the black market..."

Kanda was puzzled: "Black market?"

"Ah, people from the North who despise the magic gun," Putila sneered: "Since the direct purchase from the imperial kingdom, the training of the magic gun is the most expensive. The core utilization rate and the brand new parts This is the opposite of the soldier’s proficiency in operating the magic gun."

Kanda showed a thoughtful look.

Wai Ya on the side was confused.

"The Duke Heisha’s magic gun unit is very skilled, and his aim is also very good during the volley." Putila glanced at Kanda, flicked the metal rod of the pipe, "According to my experience, unless Rumba The Grand Duke is willing to lay off half of his knights and heavy cavalry, and allocate a large amount of gold every month to support the training of the magic gun, otherwise it will be impossible to train such a unit in three years."

Kanda thoughtfully: "He must find enough financial resources to maintain such a force with a lot of training, in order to be used at critical moments..."

"Fortunately, there is only three years, and there is only one trainer," Putila added some tobacco, taunting: "In three years, those troops will probably even order'turn around and shoot where the Grand Duke is.' Can you execute meticulously?"

Kanda ignored Putila’s sarcasm, and continued to say: "So he must find a way out of the black market, such as using a magic gun that has been scrapped and should be destroyed in accordance with the agreement in exchange for money. , Wasted parts, eternal oil, and even bribed purchasers who went to the imperial kingdom to purchase magic cores."

Putilai shrugged and lit his pipe again: "I guarantee that his black market connector knows him, but the group of big soldiers has much more."

Kanda exhaled, and then asked: "Why can't he be the man behind him and the funder and give him financial support directly?"

"If this is the case, you have already found clues about his dealings with other forces, and you still need to delay it until now?" Putila said disdainfully.

Kanda's face flushed-he has been so overwhelmed by this incident these days that even his basic judgment has been affected.

Wiya frowned...He didn't quite understand the conversation between the two.

Silence.

"Lord Putila, the'dark room' provided your information," Viscount Kanda, who had figured out something, said slowly: "I have begun to believe what they said."

"Oh? It's an honor," Putilay took a deep breath of tobacco with a face full of intoxication. "What did the dark room say about me?"

"They only have information about you before you left the court, but it's interesting enough," Kanda's eyes showed keen interest:

"Putila Niman, the weaver in the palace wall, the calm planner."

Wiyah looked suspiciously at Putila.

This guy...

"Ha," Putila turned his head and smiled: "The Crimson Witch's men really value me!"

"No, I think," Kanda said with a thoughtful look: "Their information should be updated."

"The people in the palace wall may be good at observing words, making suggestions," Viscount Kanda curled his mouth and put on his gloves again: "But some wisdom must be accumulated in experience and knowledge."

Putilai made two trills from his nose, along with a burst of smoke.

"By the way, Lord Putila Niman, the former Viscount of the Stars," Kanda stood up with a smile: "The decision to reverse the impact on the battlefield is both brave and decisive."

Good.

Putillay glanced deeply at Thales and Ramon in the distance.

Get up with you, now they like me more.

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"We have reached the territory of Exeter...this is not our deal!" Ramon stared at Thales angrily.

"The Exterians would not let anyone related to the Star Mission leave," Thales grabbed a branch, stirred the fire, and sighed at the surrounding Exeter soldiers. Said: "I am nothing but a powerless star prince, what can I do?"

"You can't do this," Ramon gritted his teeth: "I saved your life—hurry up and find a way to release me!"

"You didn't save my life!" Thales frowned: "Remember, I'm just out of strength, and you are only on the battlefield..."

"We all know that it is a lie!" Ramon laughed angrily: "I don't know what you did, but most of the organs in your body were exhausted that day. No matter how strong your physique is... Even the strongest steed can’t pull a wheelless carriage. It’s me who do my best to arouse your life potential..."

"Pop!"

Thyls broke the branch in his hand hard.

"My body is strong, which is a good thing. On the contrary, it’s you. It’s better to keep your voice down. You don’t need a voice to examine the patient," Thales said coldly, "If you don’t want that poor little secret to be caught by others If you know... Ramon'Doctor'."

He was particularly stressed in "Doctor".

"Speaking of this," Ramon looked around, looking uncertainly: "Well, at least find me a letter crow..."

Thyls snorted from his nose.

"Don't worry, doctor," Thales paddled in the snow with a lot of memories that popped out of his mind these days, such as the blocks like those in the picture. "The gangsters don't dare to provoke well-trained Don’t worry about the blood bottle gang."

"After all, gangs are just gangs."

"Ha, your Royal Highness, do you really think so?" Ramon turned his head and smiled mockingly.

Thyls was expressionless, but his heart sank.

Facts, Ramon is right.

The two gangs may not be that simple.

Especially, the Blood Bottle Gang is the two of Ashida and Giza-the power of two lunatics... the power of disaster.

It's weird.

The Blood Bottle Gang often helps powerful nobles to do some dirty work, and can't ignore the threat of the magician?

Why does Xingchen allow such gangs to occupy the Everstar City? Are you confident enough with the anti-magic weapon you have in your hand and think you can control the magician?

How could it be... Thales recalled Giza's figure and laughed mockingly.

Although Ashida did not care about the life and death of the Blood Bottle Gang, but as powerful as him, why should he intervene in the gang grabbing that is absolutely unnecessary for him? Isn't Hongfang Street a Fengyue Street?

There is also the Brotherhood of Black Street... who dare to harbor the Sulliton family of the "King Killing Family" in the capital, and can stabilize the blood bottle gang-you know, the latter has magical powers The double background of the division and the great nobles.

The two gangsters-Thales can't help but think of his five-year career in the Brotherhood-have too many doubts.

And there is one in front of me.

Thyls looked at the strange doctor with the big nose, who stared at him in the flames.

Ramon himself, a doctor who hides a secret, travels between the borders of the two countries, in the heart of the blood bottle gang fighting against the Brotherhood...

Thyls smiled.

"The prince is not an existence that can casually agree to the requests of others," the second prince of the stars looked at Ramon with interest: "Since you have a request, let's make a deal and get something valuable. Exchange it."

Ramon was taken aback.

"For example, the origin of your powers, I find it very interesting," Thales stretched out pretending to be indifferent: "In exchange, I will try to negotiate with them...at least let you use the craven, go Contact friends in your fraternity? Maybe there are other conveniences..."

Lamon looked at Thales in a daze.

He still cares about that?

A prince?

Wait, if...

For a while, Ramon spoke with difficulty:

"You are the prince of the stars, and you have no clear relationship with Morat Hansen," Ramon gritted his teeth, considering his own words and tone: "Hand my secrets into your hands... I'm not so stupid."

"And... didn't you learn that mind-reading ability from the Black Prophet?" Ramon snorted coldly.

"Oh, come on, I don't want to dig secrets from your brain anymore," Thales shook his head: "That ability is very brain-damaging... it hurts your brain."

Lamon looked at Thales steadily, with a strange color in his eyes: "Although you are only a child, you don't seem to care about my health."

Thyls didn't speak, but looked back at Ramon quietly.

"I do have some guesses," Thales said in a single word: "I have seen magic and know what the process is, but you don't seem to have the step of communicating with the gods..."

"Those powers, the power you use to cure diseases and save people..."

Under Ramunyi’s eyes, Thales slowly said his biggest conjecture

"It's magic, right?"

Ramon has no expression on his face, neither admits nor denies.

Thyls knows the answer.

Magic.

Thyls let out a breath in his heart.

This word has never been heard since he came to this world.

Until the night of Red Square Street that changed his fate.

[A long, long time ago, there was only magic, but no magic power. 】

These are the original words of Ashida.

[So, you don’t even know the connection between magic and magic...]

These are the words of Giza.

It is true that the Exeters will not let anyone in the mission leave. But Thales is the prince of stars after all. If he insists, it is not impossible for Rumba to let go and let the insignificant Ramon leave.

But Thales did not do this.

Because Ramon may have what he wants.

Thyls must try to figure out everything about himself.

Like magic...and the magic closely related to it.

Ramon chuckles.

Until Thales frowned impatiently.

"The Black Prophet is not familiar with you, and you are not his student, are you?" The doctor stopped smiling and asked slowly: "Otherwise you can't not know this."

Tyles' heart moved.

He knew the crux of the problem.

"So," Thales looked at the surrounding Exeter soldiers, glanced at the bored Edda at the door of the tent, then looked at Putila and Wya in the distance, and said lightly:

"Magic, is this a secret that can make the Black Prophet unable to sit still?"

Lamon didn't speak, just stared at him.

Thyls laughed suddenly.

"I am a prince, he is a subject of my father," the second prince said: "He sometimes agrees to my request, nothing more... he didn't tell me too much."

"This is really interesting," Ramon's eyes widened, his expression strange and enthusiastic, like the first time he saw Thales: "The new prince of the stars is actually interested in that kind of stuff... It's really fun."

Thyls frowned.

What do you mean?

Is that something I shouldn’t know?

"Do you really want to know?"

Lamon's eyes widened and he said: "Morat won't be happy."

Thyls squeezed his fist gently.

"I am the future king of the stars," Thales felt his voice tremble slightly when he said "king":

"Do you think I care if he is tall or not?"

"Very good, very good, to explain magic to the prince of the stars, to the descendants of the empire," Ramon said with a weird smile, shaking his head and closing his eyes: "This is a good deal, and I can Have a lot of fun."

Tyles narrowed his eyes.

"Then we can start?" The prince said slowly.

Lamon opened his eyes sharply.

"How is your history class, Your Highness?" Ramon said slowly:

"I mean, how did humans resist the ancient orcs and defeat them in the Battle of the Saints, and how did they negotiate peace with the ancient elves and ancient dwarves in the battle for survival, and finally rise in the history of the world?"

Tyles flushed.

Well, since he was taken to Mindis Hall, he actually didn't have much time to read history.

"Not very good," Thales said slowly: "But I know that in the history of humans and orcs, we have awakened the extraordinary power-today's end power, the first knights appeared... "

But Ramon interrupted him.

"So, it's not just magic," the doctor said, looking at Thales with glamour: "You don't even know the history of wizards and magic towers, right?"

Thyls frowned.

"So" Ramon said with a chuckle: "Like most people in the world, you live in the kingdom of the gods, the seven hells and the world, intertwined with fear and self-deception."

A lie?

Fear?

"They—that’s what those history books say: The glory of knights and the power of the end brought the rise of mankind, and the neighing of warriors’ swords and horses freed us from the oppression and threat of ancient orcs. ?" Ramon said with deep meaning and authenticity.

Without waiting for Thales to answer, Ramon looked disgusted and uttered a word firmly:

"Lies."

"Shameless lie."

"A complete lie."

Thyls was startled.

“It’s not a knight at all that allows humans to defeat the orcs, nor is it a supernatural or terminating power,” Ramon said excitedly: “It’s a mage,”

Ramon stretched out his hands feverishly and shook lightly in the void:

"It's magic."

Thyls frowned slightly.

"What do you mean, what extraordinary power, what Northland military swordsmanship, what knights, are all fake? They are actually vulnerable to the orcs?" The second prince questioned with strong suspicion: " It is the mages and the magic they use that can really win the battle on the front line?"

"Magic...is the power of the end but even stronger?" Thales groaned and asked slowly.

"Ha, actually compare magic with the power of ending, just like those ignorant and ignorant people thousands of years ago," Ramon didn't seem to be accustomed to being interrupted, and he hummed disdainfully: "Take your narrow Open your mind a little! Your Royal Highness!"

"Magic is not a kind of power, it is not at the same level as the power of ending," Ramon shook his head, eyes full of admiration and admiration:

"It is a higher, deeper, and greater existence."

"Not power?" Thales showed a puzzled look: "What is magic? Spells? Energy? Knowledge? Elements? Molecules? Mental power? Supernatural powers? Destructive power?"

Lamon looked at him quietly, the look in his eyes was actually full of contradictory and weird emotional combinations such as respect, admiration, arrogance, humility, intoxication, etc.

That kind of look, Thales has never seen it in the eyes of anyone in this world.

No... Thales was startled slightly, maybe he had seen it.

In that dim chess room.

The figure in blue.

"Magic..." Ramon raised his hands and slowly opened them, trembling with excitement like a believer kneeling and praying to the gods:

"Magic is a meaning, an attitude, a belief, a principle of life," the doctor gazes at the void, as if there is his destination and dreams:

"Master, is a practitioner of this principle."

"They believe that everything in the world is meaningful, analytic, and necessary to be recognized. In this process of recognition, we, human beings, can become more perfect and greater. , More progress, closer to the truth,"

"From the law of the operation of the sun, to the mystery of the origin of life, to human behavior and rules, the evolution and development of history, everything is in the category of magic...Magic is all knowledge, discovery and The sum of truth and the progress of magic will bring us a better future."

"For this, they entered the tent of the Shagu tribe and designed the first political system in history-Shagu Kingdom;

They once stood beside the northern king Takmou, warning him of his relationship with the orcs;

They used their knowledge and experience to design and supervise the completion of the "last line of defense";

They sacrificed and defeated, constantly improved their weapons and skills, summed up the experience and skills learned by each soldier spontaneously, and perfected the first unified ‘Northern Military Swordsmanship’ in history;

They have noticed the potential in the human body, they have been studying the birth and development of that power day and night, and they have named it "extraordinary power";

They worked **** the battlefield of blood and fire, studying the techniques of killing and improving the techniques of healing;

They have worked tirelessly in iron and steel to create stirrups and saddles, and build the first cavalry. For the first time, the knights have the speed and impact that will not fall in front of the orcs;

Of course, they have also developed their own power, unearthed material truth, tortured spiritual truth, mobilized natural energy for their own use, and converted external resources to serve mankind. The power of my hand is only the most insignificant part of it;

They even attacked with the knights on the ice of Quegurgul Glacier. In the impact of every sacrifice, they completely put an end to the myth of the invincibility of the orc heavy infantry formation, making the battle of the saint the most magnificent in human history One scene;

They even questioned the existence of gods and challenged the emperor’s authority;

Once, the three magic towers once represented the most wise and progressive existence in the world~IndoMTL.com~ transcendence and independence, even the supreme emperor and the powerful Myojin Church must show their respect under the three towers;

The Master convinced many people that the world is worth pursuing, not only power and status-but also truth. "

Ramon slowly lowered his hands, and tears were already flowing out of his eyes.

"This is a mage, this is magic." He choked up: "The history of the rise of mankind is the most important, most beautiful, and most precious chapter forgotten by everyone."

"And now,"

Ramon lowered his head, lonely and authentic:

"No one in the world remembers magic anymore."

"Only someone like me, who is both unfortunate and fortunate, burns the embers of magic through books and scrolls."

Thyls looked at Ramon blankly.

I didn't even know that the branches of my hands were burning.

He couldn't believe what he had just heard.

He can only open his eyes and mouth as much as he can.

Magic.

Mage?

This is different from any version of magic he heard in his previous life. It is not those whizzing fireballs, it is not a transaction of chanting spells to get elemental responses, it is not treating oneself as a psychic sponge, it is not the same existence. The ritual of communication is not an acquired version of the ability, not for powerful and powerful forces.

Magic is a meaning.

A belief.

A principle.

Thyls was completely stunned. At this moment, Ashida's words were constantly echoing in his brain:

【The mage is searching for the truth of the world, using all kinds of ingenious methods and wisdom, using the resources and energy of the world to serve a better world. 】

Really?

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