To Asheida's surprise, before their class even started, Thales raised his right index finger, indicating that he wanted to ask a question.

The magician raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded to him.

"Six years ago, I asked you the same question: What is a magician?" Thales' throat trembled, and he carefully observed the expression of the magician, even though he knew that Asheida rarely moved during the conversation.

Time: "But at that time you said you couldn't tell me the answer to the question."

Aixida narrowed her eyes: "Continue."

"You also said that you can't tell me what you understand as a magician," Thales said in confusion: "But now you"

The prince looked at the magician suspiciously.

Aixida stared at him for a long time, and when Thales felt his scalp numb, she finally nodded: "I have a good memory."

Thales raised his eyebrows and lowered his head subconsciously.

yes.

Six years ago, that thrilling day, everything is vivid in my mind and I can’t forget it.

But Thales, who was waiting with bated breath for the answer, received an unexpected answer.

"So," almost in an instant, Aixida intertwined her hands, and her ten slender fingers were intertwined exactly. Her expression was indifferent and her voice was cold, as if she had turned back into the rational and ruthless energy magician.

: "Today you have to tell me what a magician is."

Thales' eyes widened slightly and he was a little surprised: "Me?"

"Yes," Asheida nodded, as disturbing as ever: "This is especially important. What do you think a magician is?"

Especially important?

Catching the strangeness in the other party's words, Thales subconsciously asked: "Why is it particularly important?"

Aixida's eyes moved slightly.

"It's too early to say this now," he glanced at Thales with his calm eyes, vaguely carrying a sense of scrutiny and reminder: "But I need you to answer my question first."

The prince looked at the air magician suspiciously.

But the other party still stared at him seriously and calmly.

Three seconds later, Thales finally suppressed the doubts in his heart and took a deep breath.

"Well, I did some thinking and reasoning and did some research." He recalled six years of searching and searching in the library, even though there were many books he had yet to have a chance to look through.

What is a magician?

"I have only met two magicians," Thales lowered his eyes and stared at the motionless chessboard. He organized his words while recalling, and tried: "You and Giza, you can control the air as you like,

Giza is also able to control flesh, flesh and even plants in an incredible way."

Asheida was noncommittal.

"So, I have a guess. Your so-called threshold name shows the nature of your power, right?" Thales's expression became more and more serious: "Qi and blood?"

Asheida still didn't respond and just continued to hold her hands together. This reminded the prince of the bald Duke Lecco in the city of garrison. He also liked to put his arms on the table and hold his hands together.

"The magician can fundamentally control things within certain categories, such as Qi, blood, etc., as long as they are objective entities that fall within this category," Thales continued his words cautiously: "For example, blood

The magician can control tree roots and flesh, perhaps because the category of 'blood' includes it."

But Thales's voice slowly became smaller, and at the same time he was filled with a lot of doubts. He suddenly remembered the Book of End War: The Sky Falls and Earthshakes that he had read in Mindis Hall a long time ago, and a certain page in it.

The most famous record was destroyed overnight after the appearance of the Magician of Power.

But the magician of power?

Just when he was confused by his words, Aixida spoke softly.

"The ultimate form of objective existence."

The handsome man in blue robe spoke in a gentle and pleasant voice: "A long time ago, when the first batch of magicians were born, many mages thought the same way, and the most famous one was the 'Material School' of the Alchemy Tower.

"

Thales frowned slightly: "The first batch of magic masters?"

He even forgot to ask what the "material school" was.

"Yes, electricity, water, blood, and many other examples. The threshold names of this group of magicians are very convincing." A faint blue light appeared in Aixida's eyes: "Some mages even made conclusions.

: 'Magic energy is what we ultimately gain after seeing through the objective truth and the laws of all things. It is the highest form of our control over external objects, and the threshold name is the representative of it'."

"We once thought this was the truth about the magician."

Thales nodded and pursed his lips.

But the next second, the light in Aixida's eyes disappeared.

His voice became cold again:

"Until those two people showed up."

"It breaks our initial and most superficial understanding of the magician."

"Two people?" Thales was surprised: "Who?"

Asheida turned to the street outside the terrace with a serious expression: "Two mage apprentices from the Tower of Ascetics."

"Tower of the Ascetics?"

Thales's heart moved.

On the way north from the Black Sand Territory to Longxiao City, he once heard Ramon introduce it in the camp.

"Um."

"The first of the three towers, the magic tower with the oldest history, the most mysterious appearance, and the most transcendent status," the magician's eyes seemed to drift into the distance again: "It is also known as the obelisk."

Thales was about to ask about the Tower of Ascetics, but Asheida seemed to know what he wanted to say: the magician raised a hand to signal him to be quiet and suppress his curiosity.

"Those two mage apprentices were both orphans adopted by the Tower of Ascetics since childhood. Under the hands of those careless old mages, they didn't even have normal names. Each of them only had one letter as a code name."

"For example, one of them is codenamed 'l'."

"They even laugh at themselves for it: the name is like the truth, no need to elaborate."

Thales frowned heavily.

l.

The magician turned around slowly, looked directly into Thales's eyes, and his words slowly became solemn: "So, when the two apprentices who had made good friends both found their names and became magicians, colleagues

I gave them a funny nickname."

"Brother Truth."

Brother Truth?

Thales was confused when he heard this: "Why do you say they broke your understanding of magicians?"

"Because one of the Truth Brothers." Asheida looked at him quietly and spit out a strange word: "His threshold name is called Idea."

"Idea Magister,l."

In that second, Thales was completely stunned.

reason

In the chess and card room, Waiya behind them was complaining to Rolf in a low voice, but Thales had no time to pay attention.

"Idea?" He subconsciously repeated the other person's words in a low voice.

It’s not an easy-to-understand existence like Qi, or a term with profound meaning like blood.

But the idea.

What the hell is this?

Thales' eyes widened, and he immediately raised his right index finger and tried to interrupt Asheida.

"It's hard to imagine, isn't it?" As if she had anticipated his reaction, Aixida slightly curved the corners of her mouth, indicating that he could ask questions.

"What kind of magician is he and what can he do?" the prince asked eagerly.

"You are free to imagine the appearance and abilities of the ideal magician," Aixida shook her head: "But even I, even my colleagues who have met L himself countless times, can use the most absolute and affirmative tone.

Let me tell you: Even if you exhaust your brain power, you can’t imagine it.”

Aixida said with a hint of meaning: "Because we are not L, and you are not L either."

Thales paused slightly again.

So this means they don’t know either?

Just listen to the qi magician saying quietly: "If the magician is the ultimate form of some objective existence, then how can we explain the appearance of L and the appearance of the ideal magician?"

"Now, try to rethink my question."

"What is a magician?"

Thales let out a breath, and his brain, which had just had some thoughts about the magician, turned into a mess again.
To be continued...