"Your reaction is not quite right," Aixida pressed his slender and beautiful fingers leisurely, observing Thales's reaction, "The air pressure in the body changed drastically..."
"Getha Trellman," the air magician repeated calmly, "Why, does this name evoke any memories?"
Giza.
Blood Magician.
Thales, with an uncertain expression, reviewed the extraordinary memory in the birch forest that combined tension, horror, horror, nausea, perversion and madness.
Also, the words that the unreasonable lady left behind when she disappeared in the darkness.
【I will never let you suffer】
The pale-faced Prince of Stars woke up from the past. He looked up at Asheida, sighed and nodded.
"Not long ago, your dear Ms. Giza and I, one of the widely rumored bosses of the Blood Bottle Gang," Thales said listlessly, "we had a relaxed and friendly conversation."
Aixida narrowed his eyes slightly, and thoughts composed of magic energy slowly surged in his body.
Giza?
In this way, she has survived the threat of the Burning Wind Cannon, returned from weakness and sleep, and regained consciousness.
Perhaps the ability to eat has been restored.
Aixida's thoughts fluctuated slightly.
Ever since he returned to his physical form, he had been following this boy's unique breathing, chasing him from far and wide.
I have never paid attention to the Blood Bottle Gang.
Also, compared to the value of this boy, the Blood Bottle Gang chess piece is simply dispensable garbage.
But now that Giza has returned...
Then maybe it's time to have a long-lost conversation.
After all, this boy has appeared, and the Blood Bottle Gang's plan may have to be slowed down...
However, Thales' next words attracted the attention of the magician again.
"Seeing my long-lost fellow magician, Ms. Giza expressed to me her uncontrollable joy," Thales observed Asheida's face. He took a strong breath, and then sighed heavily:
"And decided to kill me."
"To celebrate my first meeting with her."
As soon as he finished speaking, Thales saw Asheida frown in a rare way.
This qi magician who had been calm and unmoved from just now until now placed his right hand on his left arm, pinched his delicate chin, and pondered slightly.
"To quote one of her original words," Thales raised his hands, made a quotation mark gesture with four fingers, raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically: "'This is for your own good.'"
Aixida's expression was solemn.
"you mean……"
"Giza knows that you are the future magician," the Qi magician keenly grasped the key point: "Still trying to kill you?"
The second prince looked into Aishida's eyes and nodded slightly.
"Obviously, she doesn't welcome my identity as a magician," Thales shrugged and said sarcastically, intentionally or unintentionally: "I guess the competition in the magician profession is fierce, and it has reached the point where newcomers need to be suppressed?"
Asheida continued to ponder, and Thales could feel that he was thinking carefully.
"I was lucky that day," Thales shook his head: "I can just imagine the next time I meet her..."
After a while, the Qi Magic Master raised his head seriously.
"Well, that's a problem," Aixida's tone returned to indifference and her eyes were bright, "As a partner, I will go and talk to her."
"Just like the old days."
Thales looked at Asheida and thought that the conversation was almost over.
At least, the hostility between the two has gradually disappeared.
It's time to discuss your future plans with him.
In short, becoming a magician is too risky, and you must not do it when your understanding is limited...
"very good."
At this moment, the energy magician stood up from the "chair" in the void, interrupted Thales's thoughts, and said expressionlessly:
"let's go."
Thales's face changed drastically.
"Let's go?" Thales rolled his eyes and breathed faster, "Where are you going?"
"Of course I will take you out of here." The air magician raised a hand, and the bedroom window was blown open, revealing the darkness outside the window, with cold air and cold wind constantly seeping in.
The little slipper who was sleeping soundly next to the bed curled up unconsciously, licked his lips, and hugged the quilt a little tighter.
"Now... now?" Thales shuddered. He clenched his fists and looked at Asheida in disbelief: "Isn't it a bit sudden?"
"At this moment, there are two complete and powerful legendary anti-demon weapons in Longxiao City," Aixida said slowly: "They are in the palace where we are."
Thales was stunned and looked out the door.
"You wouldn't think that I would take such a risk to come to you," the Qi Magician sighed, "just to sit down and chat, right?"
Thales frowned and his breathing accelerated uncontrollably.
What he worried about most happened.
"Get ready to start your new life," Aixida nodded nonchalantly and said, "As a magician, your future is still very long and your journey is still very far."
"Wait, but I, but I still have a lot of questions," Thales scratched his head, desperately thinking of excuses to delay time, "such as the relationship between mages and magicians, and how I can become a magician, and...
As Giza said, there is a faction of magicians, and yes, there are also legendary anti-magic forces..."
"You and I both know very well, child," Asheida shook her head ruthlessly, explaining his plan: "Useless delay will not do any good, even if your subordinates find something wrong and come to rescue you...
"
"It will only be their misfortune - even if the elf next door has a balanced and steady breathing and seems to be in the extreme realm," the magician replied calmly:
"We have proven thousands of years ago that even the gods are helpless when facing a magician."
Thales was startled.
He looked at the open window and felt the cold air pouring in from there.
Oops.
what to do?
"Wait..." Thales raised his head, his expression worried and anxious.
You must not go with him.
He had to find a way to stay.
"The situation of magicians in the world is very bad, right?" Thales looked at the magician of Qi and sighed: "From the destruction of the ancient empire to the end of the war and the fission of the continent... Maybe, follow you
Not a good idea? Maybe I should stay and we can do it regularly..."
This time, Aixida looked at him condescendingly, her eyes subtle.
Thales' heart tightened when he saw him, and he couldn't help but stop talking.
Aixida spoke slowly, her tone erratic, but with a chilling aura:
"This world has chosen to forget about magic and the past to suppress our numbers, so most people don't know what we are - like the gangster idiots I have."
"Even the final battle, which people should be familiar with, has become a legend about heroes fighting against unknown disasters."
The magician put his hands behind his back: "However, those guys with status and power are still wary of our existence and regard us as the biggest threat."
"Whether it's magic or magic energy, they all hate it equally," Asheida narrowed her eyes slightly, "But because of this, you must come with me."
Thales looked at each other with numbness.
Asheida's eyes were solemn: "Once your identity is revealed, they will not care whether you are a prince or not - your fate will be worse than that of an orc who falls into the hands of humans."
Thales looked at Asheida in a daze.
He pursed his lips, thinking of the drama of the Night Temple reenacting the final battle, thinking of Gilbert's words about disaster, thinking of the unsettling Black Prophet, thinking of Ramon hiding his head and tail, and thinking of Yoder's mask.
but……
Ten seconds later.
"No, I can't just leave like this..." Thales gritted his teeth and shook his head:
"I am, I am their prince. I have a mission. I also know many people. Some things cannot be simply abandoned..."
But he was interrupted again by the magician.
"Let me tell you," Aixida smiled slightly, her eyes full of ridicule: "You are unwilling to become a magician because you are worried about your safety..."
"Is it because I can't let go of my noble status as Prince of Stars?"
Thales was slightly startled when he heard this.
Just listen to the Qi Magic Master coldly snort: "Even if you two months ago..."
"Just the meanest beggar?"
At this moment, Thales's heart was really shaken.
Can't bear to...
Prince of the Stars…
Noble status...
Before his eyes appeared the night when he first arrived at Mindis Hall, when that sturdy figure announced that he was the only remaining heir to the stars.
Gilbert and Yodel knelt down on one knee in front of him.
Huaiya held his chest and swore to himself that he would die.
Rolf gestured "obey" in his clumsy sign language.
As well as the surging crowds under the Hall of Stars, and the deafening cheers that reached to the sky.
Thales clenched his fists unconsciously.
"If I had come to you when you were still a beggar," Asheida said slowly and without emphasis, but it made Thales feel pressured inexplicably: "You would still react like this.
?"
Thales took a deep breath.
He thought of the trembling beggars in the sixth room.
Thinking of the struggle against cold and hunger every year.
Reminds me of Morris's ferocious wolf dog.
I think of Quaid's ferocious expression and Rick's mysterious smile.
"When you are living your life intoxicated with the title of prince, or struggling in the misery of a beggar, when you are going back and forth between the joy and pain of the two," Asheida stared at him coldly,
"Have you ever thought about what you really are?"
"When you are stripped of all the definitions defined by others and removed from all the situations in which you exist, what is left of you?"
"A prince who is noble because of his blood? A beggar who was born humble and unfortunate? A precocious genius child? A poor man who is struggling and trying to change his destiny?" Aixida lowered her head and looked at his expression.
Thales's breathing gradually accelerated.
Noble prince.
Despicable beggar.
A magnificent palace, a life of worry-free food and clothing, and subordinates who obey orders.
Dilapidated and dilapidated houses, daily life of cold, hunger and typhoid fever, thugs beating and scolding at every turn.
The sky and the earth and the clouds and mud.
"I..." He opened his mouth slightly, subconsciously wanting to refute.
But I found that when the words came to my lips, I just couldn't say them out.
Thales looked at the ground blankly.
Do you really think so?
Can't live without, can't bear to leave, the dignity of a prince?
"Child, you have to understand that to become a magician," the Qi magician said coldly, "you must wave goodbye to the past - no matter how glorious and unforgettable it is."
"Don't let the past constrain you. Only by abandoning it decisively can you finally sublimate."
Thales subconsciously grabbed his chest.
It seems that the wound burned with Mindis silver coins is aching again.
The inscription on the silver coin reappeared in my mind: The king is not respected because of his blood.
"The magician is not a profession, not a job, not a title," Aixida said categorically: "The meaning it represents is far beyond your imagination - this is an unprecedented choice, and it is the first time you find it."
Self, the opportunity to recognize yourself and reshape yourself.”
"Now you have an opportunity to make your own choice." The magician walked up to him and stretched out his hand to his face. "Whether you choose to go back to your original life and continue to look like you are reality or...
Practical, but in fact, there is no choice, no freedom, chaos, confusion, and no idea of the future life..."
Aixida's hand stopped in front of his nose, turned her palm over, and a blue light flashed out from above, swirling around the magician's palm, eventually forming dark blue light balls.
Just like that night on Red Square Street.
"It's better to choose your own heart," the magician continued: "Choose to take a look and see how far you can climb and what kind of scenery you can finally see?"
"To discover who you really are?"
Thales looked at the ball of light in Asheida's hand and frowned deeply.
How far can you climb...
What kind of scenery...
Who is it...
Aixida slowly clenched his fist, and as he moved, the ball of light was annihilated in the magician's hand.
Waves of air blew across Thales' face.
The magician's eyes changed: "This is what my guide said thousands of years ago when he guided me, who was confused, to the path of magic."
Thales listened to Asheida's words with an ugly expression, clenching his fists tighter and tighter.
"And now, a thousand years later, I will serve as your guide and guide you to become the most magical existence in the world." Aixida nodded slightly: "Believe me, a magician can gain more than just unlimited
life and infinite power—that is but the most insignificant additional gift.”
The Qi Magician slowly raised his arms and spoke in an ethereal and mysterious tone: "The world we can see, the vision we can touch, and everything we feel are far beyond what any other existence can imagine - in
Under that, the light of the gods, the glory of the sacrifices, and the dignity of the king are all dwarfed, insignificant and boring."
The panicked Thales lowered his head.
Asheida put down her arms, looked at Thales, and nodded slowly with firm eyes:
"We should go."
The next moment, before Thales could react, he was floating in mid-air!
Thales was shocked, and just as he was about to speak, he found that the field of vision in front of him changed drastically!
As the wind roared, the chill invaded his exposed skin, and the cold wind filled his mouth and nose.
No!
etc!
I have not……
Thales wanted to speak, but was unable to do anything. He only felt himself starting to spin, not knowing where the sky was and where the earth was.
Aixida took him and flew out of the window.
Thales gritted his teeth in pain as he gritted his teeth in pain. The scenery in front of him changed from a small bedroom to a vast expanse of snow and majestic mountains under the moonlight.
And what was slowly getting smaller and farther away in his field of vision...
Palace of Heroes.
————
Nikolai the Fallen Star stood in the Hall of Heroes with an ugly expression.
His eyes were fixed on the ferocious spear on the ledge.
Soul-killing gun.
"Buzzing..."
A low and fast trill came.
Several members of the White Blade Guard beside Nicolai looked at the gun in surprise.
The legendary soul-killing gun is——trembling?
Nicolai narrowed his eyes, stepped forward, and put his hand on the soul-killing gun.
The commander of the White Blade Guard felt the feeling on his hand.
Then he sighed heavily.
"Sound the alarm in the Palace of Heroes immediately," Nicolai suddenly raised his head, serious and solemn, "The highest level!"
"We're in big trouble."
A guard subordinate next to him frowned.
The highest level?
But he still nodded respectfully, turned around and left.
"Seal the gates leading to the Ax Area and Spear Area from the Palace of Heroes, and count all patrolling personnel, whether they are palace guards or white-blade guards." Nicolai turned around and pulled out the white-handled knife from his back.
That is a special knife.
The blade is bright silver, the blade is slightly gray, and the spine is a deep brass color.
The arc of the knife is different from the white blade unique to the White Blade Guards. There are two curved arcs from the handle to the tip.
"I want everyone to report back every five minutes - if someone disappears, I want to know the location of his disappearance within five minutes," Nicolai held a blade in his hand and his face was as cold as ice. He gave orders to his subordinates as he walked.
: "We will go to His Majesty's bedroom immediately."
The guard members who were delivering the order disappeared from sight in an instant, and soon, the sounds of rapid commands, large and small, were heard from far and near.
"What's wrong, boss?" A deputy next to Nikolai frowned and asked him: "This is the soul-killing gun..."
"Well, the situation is not good," the Fallen Starman's footsteps became faster and faster, and his pale face even had a hint of flushing. "The Soul-killing Spear will not warn you for no reason."
"It is recorded in the "White Blade Legend Book" that the last time it sounded so loud was more than 600 years ago."
His deputy had a stern expression.
"More than six hundred years ago?" the deputy repeated in disbelief.
As the order was issued, more and more soldiers were passing orders back and forth, the commands became more and more urgent, and the atmosphere became more and more tense.
"Yes, more than six hundred years ago," Nikolai calmly walked towards the king's bedroom, raising the blade in his hand and saying solemnly:
"As a soul-killing gun..."
"Still in the hands of His Majesty Nekaru..."
"When going through the final battle."
————
Thales opened his eyes desperately amidst the howling wind, trying to see the scene in front of him clearly.
But all he could see was Asheida's figure in front of him, and his flying robes.
After a few seconds, he could feel them falling sharply.
At this moment.
"Whoa!"
There was a rapid and sharp sound, breaking wind was coming!
"Pass!"
There was a muffled sound.
Thales didn't understand what happened. He only felt that the vision in front of him was shaking.
The next moment, he rolled down onto the soft snow.
My shoulder was sore from rubbing.
Damn it.
Thales coughed violently, cursed his luck in his heart, and got up with difficulty.
hateful!
What happened?
Why did you brake suddenly again?
He shivered from the cold in the falling snow.
Then, the prince of stars was stunned.
He raised his neck as high as possible.
Under the moonlight, he found a huge statue appearing in front of him.
It's almost several stories high.
It was a heroic warrior, holding a spear and looking heroic and compassionate.
That's the statue of Nekaru Ex.
Thales suddenly woke up - they were at the highest peak of Longxiao City, the Cliff of the Sky.
He turned around and looked around and found that the entire Longxiao City was under his feet.
I see.
The statue of the hero Nekaru looks so small below.
But when it really comes into focus...
At this time, Aixida's voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.
"Do you really think I can't find you?" Aixida sighed, her voice seemed full of dissatisfaction: "Whether it was in the Palace of Heroes or in the air, I was deliberately avoiding you."
Thales turned his head in surprise and saw Asheida standing under the statue.
He was confronting a dark figure opposite him from a distance.
That is - Thales narrowed his eyes and looked at that figure - who is it?
"Because I really am not in the mood to play with you today," Aixida shook her head, her eyes sharp: "You are an immortal monster."
The magician narrowed his eyes and grinned:
"Black Sword."
What?
black……
black……
Thales was shocked!
Black sword?
Thales took a step forward and looked at the figure in disbelief.
In his impression, this title represents...
From the Black Street Brotherhood...
That legendary...
Under the moonlight, the figure slowly stepped out.
Under the moonlight, he raised a strange long sword that was completely black.
"What a coincidence." The expressionless man turned sideways and bowed his head slightly towards Aixida. The moonlight could only shine on his black robe.
Wei revealed a pair of shining eyes in the darkness, shining directly at the magician.
"I'm not in the mood either."
"You unkillable monster."
A pair of Black Sword's eyes released a chilling cold light: