At night.
"I'm still worried about letting that strange doctor stay with His Highness." Beside the bonfire, Wya stared at another bonfire in the distance with a strange expression. There were only two figures, one big and one small, sitting around it.
This was the third night since they came to Lampard's Military Camp. Ramon claimed that he wanted to examine Thales' injuries alone, and the strange thing was that the prince agreed to it.
"He's a prince. He can do whatever he wants." Putray smoked his pipe and exhaled a cloud of smoke. Beside him, Wya's expression darkened. "Also, relax. Ramon's fear of His Highness is not an act."
"Also, there are so many Eckstedtian soldiers guarding the area. His Highness' safety is assured." Putray glanced at the hostile Eckstedtian soldiers who were either on sentry duty or patrolling around. He then glanced at Aida, who was not far away, and said slowly, "Also, if Ramon is really an assassin, he had too many chances on the previous battlefield … Don't forget, he was the one who saved His Highness."
Wya recalled what happened on the battlefield and his heart skipped a beat.
"Speaking of this … What happened to His Highness?" the young attendant said worriedly. "At that time, even his breathing was …"
Putray looked at Wya, who had a doubtful expression on his face, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You've been brooding over this matter?" the thin vice diplomat asked with interest.
"It's not just this." Wya furrowed his brows. As he recalled solemnly, he voiced the doubts in his heart. "His Highness' physique is very good … In fact, it's better than I expected. No matter how serious his injuries are, the time it takes for him to recover is calculated in days …"
'But this is even more suspicious, is it not?'
"Also, the psionic ability that His Highness said he learned from the Black Prophet … I can't ignore it." Wya lowered his head and glanced at the single-edged sword beside his hand. "After all, that's the Secret Intelligence Department. Although His Highness … he's still just a child. It's not a good thing to be too close to the Secret Intelligence Department."
'Secret Intelligence Department.
'Hmph.'
Putray raised his head and exhaled a cloud of smoke at the moon in the sky with a complicated expression.
"You think the Secret Intelligence Department is a scary place?" The vice diplomat did not look at Wya.
Wya pursed his lips and nodded.
"I've heard a lot of stories about that place. Some are ridiculous, some are bizarre, and some are unreasonable." The young attendant drew his sword, his voice filled with hesitation. "But I have to admit, the mysteriousness of the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department and the reputation of the Black Prophet are terrifying."
"I thought that with your age, you wouldn't have heard too much about the Black Prophet." Putray chuckled. "After all, Morat has been in charge of the Secret Intelligence Department for more than thirty years. I even suspect that when the young Aydi the Second was crowned, Morat was already working in the Secret Intelligence Department."
Wya wiped his sword and shrugged.
"When I was training in the Tower of Eradication, I heard this joke: An incident happened in each of the four major intelligence agencies in the world. The Red Witch broke a teacup, the White High Priest burned an oil lamp, Lieutenant Qing wore an old robe, and the Black Prophet broke a pillowcase while sleeping … Guess, which incident had the most serious consequences?"
Putray took a puff of his tobacco and the corners of his lips curled up. "The Gray Sword Guards broke a scabbard."
Wya and Putray chuckled together.
"Master Shao is not as heartless and terrifying as the rumors say. It's just that as the Tower Master of the Tower of Eradication, he's more level-headed and prudent." Wya revealed a nostalgic expression and nodded. "Besides, other than his hair and beard, there's no part of him that's gray."
After the joke, Putray slowly became serious. "Wya, as an attendant, it's good to be concerned about the prince you serve, but …"
He looked at Wya Caso with a threatening gaze. "Do you want a piece of advice?"
Wya raised his eyebrows and showed an expression that he was all ears.
"Every Jadestar prince is like a separate Secret Intelligence Department. They all have a lot of secret treasuries," Putray said with a profound gaze. "Just be concerned about what you should know, and that's enough."
Wya frowned.
"Don't make life too difficult." Putray sighed. "You have to know that the princes' lives alone are difficult enough."
'Especially … when their surname is Jadestar.'
Putray said quietly.
The figure of the past appeared in his mind.
Wya stared at the crackling fire with a complicated expression.
"Sir Putray, I still remember what you said that day in the birch tree forest." Wya flipped his weapon over and said quietly, "Were you once an attendant as well?"
Putray's pipe was no longer smoking.
The vice diplomat spat out the cigarette holder and looked at Wya.
The latter raised his eyes and asked him with a calm expression, "Then … which prince did you serve back then?"
Putray's gaze, which was focused on the fire, paused for a moment.
A few seconds later, he said slowly, "Just like … your father."
"But I was more experienced and left the prince's side earlier."
Wya stared straight at him. He stopped wiping his weapon without realizing it.
"Is that so, attendant?" The young attendant's expression was complicated, but his gaze was profound. "Then, do you have a family?"
Putray turned his head and gave Wya a profound look.
'How funny.'
He said quietly, 'Constellation's famous' Cunning Fox ', the leader and signatory of the' Fortress Treaty ', can't even handle his own family properly.'
But his gaze immediately darkened.
'How much better can I be?'
"Listen, Wya." The vice diplomat stroked the slowly cooling pipe in his hand. His tone was heavier than usual.
"Gilbert is a competent and outstanding attendant. He is orderly, meticulous, and loyal to his ideals and goals from the beginning to the end. He has his own principles."
Wya gently tightened his grip on the tip of his sword.
"Even if sometimes, those principles are so callous?" the young attendant said faintly.
"Callous?" Putray snorted softly.
"Sometimes, you have to make a choice, no matter how difficult it is."
Before Wya could respond, a discordant voice interrupted their conversation out of nowhere.
"Good evening, Constellation's two esteemed guests." Viscount Kentvida, the Archduke of Black Sand Region's subordinate and his most trusted advisor, walked over from afar. He was dressed in a thick military uniform unique to Northland.
"I hope I did not disturb you!"
Kentvida smiled and sat opposite Putray, whose gaze was contemplative, and Wya, whose expression was unpleasant.
"You did indeed disturb us." Wya stared at Kentvida with a hostile gaze. He gently flicked the sword in his hand, and it let out a clear, crisp sound.
"Very well, that means that I have attracted your attention." Kentvida nonchalantly took off his gloves and warmed them by the fire. "Why don't you stay in the tent? The weather is very cold, and this is Northland. "
"We like the open country," replied Putray coldly, turning away the ashes from his pipe, his thin face flashing in the light of the fire. "It is beautiful, and the view is open."
"Do not worry." Kentvida smiled softly and saw through their thoughts. "You are in Eckstedt, and Eckstedtians do not have the habit of eavesdropping on tent corners."
He turned his head and looked at the Prince of Constellation and his doctor in the distance. "The prince is safe here."
Kentvida narrowed his eyes. "He is truly a special prince, isn't he?"
'Otherwise, the archduke would not have given such an evaluation.'
Wya snorted in disdain.
Putray furrowed his brows.
'They are starting to pay attention to the prince.
'The child probably said something strange in Lampard's tent a few days ago.
'This is not a good sign.'
The vice diplomat pulled out his tobacco pipe, grabbed a handful of tobacco, and said flatly, "Looks like we will have to depart tomorrow."
Wya raised his eyebrows.
Kentvida's expression froze. He looked at Putray warily. "You already know?"
"It's written all over your face, and the soldiers who go back and forth through the night … Besides …" Putray nonchalantly picked up a burning branch from the fire and lit his pipe again. "Isn't this the purpose of your visit?
"To convey your lord's will?"
There was silence.
Kentvida stared at Putray seriously, as though he wanted to observe him again.
"Yes," the Viscount of Black Sand Region said calmly. "We will depart tomorrow. I will lead a troop of two thousand men, including five hundred cavaliers and the Fire Knight, Lord Tolja. We will escort His Highness straight to Dragon Clouds City. On the way, we will not rest in any of the suzerains' castles or towns. At most, we will set up camp in the wild."
"Two thousand men and going around the castles? To ensure that no one will find an opportunity to plot against them? " Putray chuckled softly. "I am really worried for your lord … It seems that Lampard is also at his wits' end. He has no clue about the mastermind who is plotting against him."
Kentvida's expression changed slightly.
"And here I thought that keeping promises and being absolutely loyal was the glorious and proud tradition of Northland," Putray said softly as he puffed out a cloud of smoke. "But look at this military camp right now. There's the smell of conspiracies and schemes everywhere. Who else can you completely trust?"
Kentvida's expression gradually stiffened.
"Do you know what this is called?" Putray snorted softly. "Even a crooked beam will have a crooked shadow … whether it's King Nuven or your lord."
Kentvida grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and gently scattered it. He watched as it fell between his fingers.
"Do not comment on Northland's internal affairs, citizen of the Empire," the viscount said coldly. "At least on the land of Black Sand Region, accidents will not happen again."
Wya sheathed his sword. He sensed that the atmosphere was not quite right.
"Accidents? That Mystic Gun trainer might have a different opinion. "Putray put down his pipe and laughed." Let me give you a suggestion, Your Grace, clueless viscount. "
Kentvida's gaze flickered. "What do you know?"
"Stop investigating Officer Hardy's connection with the archdukes and suzerains. Your efforts are destined to be in vain." Frowning, Putray tested the temperature of his pipe to make sure that it did not burn well. "Why don't you look for his business offline and start investigating the discarded Mystic Guns sold on the black market …"
Kentvida looked puzzled. "Black market?"
"Ah, Northlanders who look down on Mystic Guns." Putray sneered. "Compared to buying them directly from the Empire, the training of Mystic Guns is the most expensive. The usage rate of the core and the freshness of the spare parts are inversely proportional to the soldiers' proficiency in operating the Mystic Guns."
Kentvida revealed a contemplative expression.
Beside him, Wya was baffled.
"The Archduke of Black Sand Region's Mystic Gun troops are very proficient. Their aim during volleys is also very good." Putray glanced at Kentvida and flicked the metal rod of his pipe. "Based on my experience, unless Archduke Lampard is willing to dismiss half of his knights and heavy cavaliers and allocate a large amount of gold coins every month to support the Mystic Gun training, he will definitely not be able to train such a troop within three years."
Kentvida seemed to be deep in thought. "He must find a sufficient source of income and maintain such a troop with a large amount of training. Only then can they be of use during critical moments …"
"Fortunately, it's only three years, and there's only one trainer." Putray lit up his pipe and mocked, "After three years, those troops will probably be able to carry out orders like 'turn around and fire at the archduke's location' meticulously, won't they?"
Kentvida ignored Putray's mockery. He continued to speak word by word, "So, he must find his way to the black market. For example, he can use the Mystic Guns that have already been scrapped and should have been destroyed according to the agreement to exchange them for money, damaged parts, Eternal Oil, or even bribe the purchasing officers who go to the Imperial Kingdom to purchase Mystic Core Cores."
Putray shrugged and lit his pipe again. "I guarantee that his contact in the black market knows him a lot better than that group of soldiers."
Kentvida exhaled and immediately asked, "Why can't the mastermind and financial backer behind him directly provide him with financial support?"
Kentvida exhaled and immediately asked, "If that's the case, all of you would have found clues about his dealings with other forces a long time ago. Why would you have to drag it out until now?" Putray said disdainfully.
Kentvida's face turned red. Over the past few days, he had been so troubled by this matter that even his basic judgment was affected.
Wya frowned … He did not quite understand the conversation between the two.
There was silence.
"Lord Putray, the Secret Room provided you with information," Viscount Kentvida said slowly, having figured something out. "I'm starting to believe their words."
"Oh? What an honor. "With an intoxicated look on his face, Putray took a deep puff of his tobacco." What did the Secret Room say about me? "
"They only have information about you before you left the palace, but it's already interesting enough." Kentvida's eyes shone with great interest.
"Putray Nemain, the web weaver within the palace walls, and the mastermind who keeps his composure."
Wya looked at Putray with a surprised and bewildered gaze.
'This guy …'
"Ha." Putray turned his head and smiled. "The Red Witch's subordinates really think highly of me!"
Kentvida had a contemplative look on his face. "No, instead, I think that it's time for their information to be updated."
Viscount Kentvida curled up the corners of his lips and put on his gloves again. "The people within the palace walls might be good at observing people's words and expressions and coming up with strategies. But some wisdom must be accumulated through experience and knowledge."
Putray made two trilling sounds through his nose and puffed out a puff of smoke.
"By the way, Lord Putray Nemain, Constellation's former Viscount," Kentvida stood up and smiled from ear to ear. "Your decision to charge in the opposite direction on the battlefield was both brave and decisive."
'Very well.'
Putray cast a deep glance at Thales and Ramon in the distance.
'Compared to you, they like me more now.'
—
"We're already within Eckstedt's borders … This is not our deal!" Ramon glared at Thales in front of him with a furious expression.
"The Eckstedtians are not willing to let anyone related to the Constellation Diplomat Group leave." Thales grabbed a branch and stirred the fire. He gestured at the Eckstedtian soldiers around him with his chin and sighed. "I'm just a powerless Constellation 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 let me out!"
"You didn't save my life!" Thales furrowed his brows. "Remember, I'm just exhausted, and you're just on the battlefield …"
"We both know that's a lie!" Ramon was so angry that he laughed. "I don't know what you did, but most of your organs were already failing that day. It's useless no matter how strong your physique is … Even the strongest steed can't drag a carriage without wheels. I was the one who tried my best to stimulate your life potential …"
* Snap! *
Thales forcefully snapped the branch in his hand.
"It's a good thing that my body is strong. You, on the other hand, better keep your voice down. You don't need to raise your voice when examining a patient's body, "Thales said coldly." If you don't want that pitiful little secret of yours to be known by others … Ramon, 'Doctor'. "
He especially emphasized the word 'doctor'.
Ramon looked around and said with an uncertain expression, "Speaking of this, alright, at least find me a messenger crow …"
Thales snorted through his nostrils.
"Don't worry, Doctor." Thales scratched on the snow-covered ground and recalled many of the memories that popped up in his mind over the past few days, such as those block words that looked like pictures. "The gangsters won't dare to provoke a well-trained army. You don't have to worry about Blood Bottle Gang.
"At the end of the day, gangsters are just gangsters."
"Hah, Your Highness, do you really think so?" Ramon turned his head and smiled mockingly.
Thales was expressionless, but his heart sank.
'Actually, what Ramon said is not without reason.
'Those two gangs might not be as simple as they seem.
'Especially when Blood Bottle Gang is the power of Asda and Giza, two lunatics … the power of the calamities.
'How strange.
Even if Blood Bottle Gang often helps powerful nobles do some dirty work, they can't ignore the threat of Mystics, can they?
'Why would Constellation allow such a gang to occupy Eternal Star City? 'Is it because they are confident in the legendary anti-mystic equipment in their hands and believe that they can control Mystics?
'How is it possible …' Thales recalled Giza's figure and laughed self-deprecatingly.
'Even though Asda did not seem to care about the survival of Blood Bottle Gang, why would someone as powerful as him meddle in a gang's territory that he doesn't care about? 'Isn't Red Street Market a brothel?
'And Black Street Brotherhood … They actually dared to harbor people from the' regicide family ', the Charleton Family, in the capital. They even suppressed Blood Bottle Gang. After all, Blood Bottle Gang was backed by both Mystics and great nobles.
'Those two gangs …' Thales could not help but recall his five years in the Brotherhood. There were too many suspicious points.
And there was one in front of him.
Thales looked at the strange doctor with the big nose. The latter stared at him in the firelight.
'Ramon himself, a doctor with a secret, travels between the borders of two countries, and is at the center of the whirlpool of conflict between Blood Bottle Gang and the Brotherhood …'
A smile appeared on Thales' face.
The Second Prince of Constellation looked at Ramon with great interest. "A prince is not someone who can casually agree to other people's requests. Since you have a request, let's make a deal. Give me something valuable in exchange."
Ramon was stunned.
"For example, I find the origin of your power very interesting." Thales pretended to be nonchalant and stretched his body. "In exchange, I will try my best to negotiate with them … At the very least, I can let you use messenger crows to contact your friends in the Brotherhood. Maybe there are other conveniences … "
Ramon stared at Thales in a daze.
'He still cares about that?
A prince?
'Wait, if …'
After a long while, Ramon opened his mouth with great difficulty.
"You are the Prince of Constellation, and your relationship with Morat Hansen is unclear." Ramon gritted his teeth and deliberated over his choice of words and tone. "I'm not that stupid to hand over my secret to you."
Besides … didn't you learn the mind-reading ability from the Black Prophet? "Ramon snorted coldly.
"Oh, come on, I don't want to dig out any more secrets from your brain." Thales shook his head. "That ability is very brain-damaging … It will damage your brain."
Ramon fixed his gaze on Thales. There was a strange look in his eyes. "Although you are just a child, you don't look like you care much about my health."
Thales did not speak. He only stared back at Ramon quietly.
"I do have some guesses," Thales enunciated each word clearly, "I have seen divine arts and know what kind of process it is, but you don't seem to have reached the step of communicating with the gods …
"Those powers, the powers you use to heal and save people …"
Under Ramon's strange gaze, Thales slowly voiced out his biggest guess.
"It's magic, right?"
Ramon was expressionless. He neither admitted nor denied it.
Thales knew the answer.
'Magic.'
Thales exhaled softly in his heart.
This was a word he had never heard since he descended into this world.
Until that night in Red Street Market that changed his fate.
"A long, long time ago, there was only magic in the world. There was no mystic energy."
These were Asda's exact words.
"So, you don't even know the connection between mystic energy and magic …"
These were Giza's words.
It was true that the Eckstedtians would not let anyone in the diplomat group leave. But Thales was the Prince of Constellation after all. If he insisted, it was not impossible for Lampard to relent and let the unimportant Ramon leave.
But Thales did not do so.
Because Ramon might have what he wanted.
Thales had to find a way to understand everything about himself.
For example, mystic energy … and the closely related magic.
Ramon chuckled.
Until Thales frowned impatiently.
"The Black Prophet is not close to you, and you are not his student, are you?" The Strange Doctor stopped laughing and asked slowly, "Otherwise, it is impossible for you not to know about these things."
Thales thought of something.
He knew the crux of the problem.
"So …" Thales looked at the Eckstedtian soldiers around him. He glanced at the bored Aida at the entrance of the tent, then at Putray and Wya in the distance.
"Magic. Is this a secret that even the Black Prophet can't sit still?"
Ramon did not speak. He only stared at him.
Thales suddenly smiled.
"I am a prince, and he is my father's vassal," the second prince said, "He sometimes agrees to my requests, that's all … He did not tell me much.
"This is really interesting." Ramon widened his eyes. His expression was strange and fanatical, just like the first time he met Thales. "The new Prince of Constellation is actually interested in that kind of thing … It is really interesting."
Thales frowned.
'What do you mean?
'Is that something I should not know?'
"Do you really want to know?"
Ramon widened his eyes and clicked his tongue. "Morat will not be happy."
Thales clenched his fists lightly.
"I am the future Supreme King of Constellation." When he said the word 'king', Thales felt his voice tremble slightly.
"Do you think I care whether he is happy or not?
"Very good, very good. Explaining magic to the Prince of Constellation and the descendant of the Empire." Ramon flashed a strange smile. He shook his head and closed his eyes. "This is a good deal, and I can also get a lot of fun from it."
Thales narrowed his eyes.
"Then can we begin?" the prince said slowly.
Ramon opened his eyes abruptly.
"How was your history class, Your Highness? I mean, how did humans fight against the ancient orcs, defeat them in the Holiness Exorcism Campaign, and how did they negotiate peace with the ancient elves and dwarves in the battle for survival, and finally rise in the world's history? "
Thales blushed.
Alright, ever since he was brought to Mindis Hall, he actually did not have much time to study history.
"Not much," Thales said slowly, "But I know that in the history of humans fighting against the orcs, we awakened to supernatural powers, which is today's Power of Eradication, and the first batch of knights appeared —"
But Ramon interrupted him.
"So, it's not just magic." The Strange Doctor looked at Thales in high spirits. "You don't even know the history of wizards and Magic Towers, do you?"
Thales furrowed his brows.
"So …" Ramon chuckled and said, "Like most people in the world, you live in the Kingdom of Gods, the Seven Hells, and the human world. You live in a web interwoven with fear and lies to deceive others and yourself."
'Lies?
Fear? '
"They … those history books said this, right? The glory of knights and the Power of Eradication brought about the rise of humans, the longswords of warriors and the neighing of warhorses allowed us to break free from the oppression and threat of the ancient orcs?" Ramon said with a profound meaning in his words.
Without waiting for Thales to answer, Ramon put on a disgusted expression and spat out a word resolutely.
"Lies.
"Shameless lies.
"A complete and utter lie."
Thales was stunned.
"What allowed humans to defeat the orcs was not a knight, a superhuman, or a Power of Eradication," Ramon said with an agitated expression, "It was wizards."
Ramon spread his hands with a zealous expression and clenched his fists lightly in the air.
"It's magic."
Thales frowned slightly.
"You mean that the supernatural powers, the Northland Military Sword Style, and the knights are all fake? They are actually vulnerable in front of the orcs? " The second prince questioned with great suspicion, "The ones who can truly win the battle at the frontlines are wizards and the magic they use?"
Thales pondered and asked slowly, "Magic … is a power even stronger than the Power of Eradication?"
"Hah, you actually compared magic to the Power of Eradication? You're no different from those ignorant and foolish people from a thousand years ago." Ramon did not seem to be used to being interrupted. He snorted in disdain. "Open up your narrow-minded mind a little! Your Highness! "
"Magic is not a type of power. It is on a completely different level from the Power of Eradication." Ramon shook his head. His eyes were filled with longing and reverence.
"It is a higher, deeper, and greater existence."
"Not power?" Thales revealed a puzzled expression. "Then what exactly is magic? Incantations? Energy? Knowledge? Elements? Molecules? Mental power? Psionic abilities that surpass ordinary people? Destructive power? "
Ramon stared at him quietly. The expression in his eyes was actually filled with respect, admiration, arrogance, humility, intoxication, and other contradictory and strange combinations of emotions.
Thales had never seen that kind of gaze in anyone's eyes in this world.
'No …' Thales was slightly stunned. Perhaps he had seen it before.
In that dark chess room.
That blue-robed figure.
"Magic …" Ramon raised his hands and slowly spread them open. Like a believer who was kneeling and praying to a god, he was so excited that he trembled.
"Magic is a type of meaning, an attitude, a belief, and a principle of life." The Strange Doctor stared into the void, as if that was his home and dream.
"Mages are practitioners of this principle."
They believe that everything in the world is meaningful, that everything can be analyzed, and that it is necessary to be understood. In the process of understanding, we, humans, can become more perfect, greater, more progressive, and closer to the truth.
"From the pattern of the sun's operation, to the mystery of the origin of life, to human behavior and rules, to the evolution and development of history, everything is within the scope of magic … Magic is the sum total of all knowledge, discoveries, and truths. The progress of magic will bring us a better future.
"For this, they once entered the tent of the Ancient Shawen Tribe and designed the first political system in history — the Ancient Shawen Country.
They once stood beside Takhmu, the First King of the North, and warned him about his relationship with the orcs.
They once stood behind the Iron Blood King and used their knowledge and experience to design and supervise the construction of the human's last line of defense.
They once continuously improved their weapons and skills in the midst of sacrifices and defeats. They summed up the experience and skills that every warrior came to understand on their own and perfected the first unified Northland Military Sword Style in history.
They once noticed the potential in the human body and researched the birth and development of that power day and night. They named it 'supernatural power'.
They once worked hard to advance in the battlefield of blood and fire. They worked hard to research the art of killing and improve the art of healing.
They once studied iron and steel tirelessly and created stirrups and saddles for horses. They built the first cavalry and allowed the knights to possess the speed and power to charge in front of the orcs for the first time.
"Of course, they also developed their own power. They unearthed the truth of matter, interrogated the truth of spirit, drew the energy of nature for their own use, and converted the resources of the world to serve the humans. The power in my hands is only the most insignificant part of it.
"They even attacked together with the knights on the ice layer of Quiquer Glacier. Time and time again, they charged without caring about the sacrifices and completely ended the legend of the orcs' heavy infantry being invincible. They made the Holiness Exorcism Campaign the most magnificent scene in human history.
"They even questioned the existence of gods and challenged the emperor's authority.
"The Three Great Magic Towers once represented the wisest and most progressive existences in the world. They were aloof and independent. Even the supreme emperor and the powerful Bright God Church had to show their respect before the Three Great Magic Towers.
"Wizards made many people believe that the things worth pursuing in this world are not only power and status, but also truth."
Ramon slowly put down his hands. There were already some tears in his eyes.
"This is what wizards are, this is magic." He choked with sobs and said, "In the history of the rise of humans, this is the most important, the most brilliant, and the most precious chapter that everyone has forgotten.
"And now …"
Ramon lowered his head and said desolately,
"No one in the world remembers magic anymore.
"Only people like me, who are both unfortunate and fortunate, are left. Through books and scrolls … I struggle to burn the embers of magic."
Thales stared at Ramon in a daze.
He did not even know that the branch in his hand was burnt.
He could not believe what he had just heard.
He could only try his best to widen his eyes and open his mouth wide.
'Magic.
'Wizards?'
This was different from any version of magic he had heard of in his previous life. It was not those whizzing fireballs, not a transaction where one obtained an elemental response by chanting an incantation, not using oneself as a spiritual energy sponge, not a ritual to communicate with a certain existence, not a Psionic ability that could be learned after birth, and not powerful for the sake of being powerful.
'Magic is a kind of meaning.
'A kind of belief.
'A kind of principle.'
Thales was completely stunned. At that moment, Asda's words kept echoing in his mind.
"'Wizards seek the truth of the world. With all kinds of ingenious methods and wisdom, they use the resources and energy of the world to serve a better world.
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