Dumbfounded, Thales stared at the 'invitation' in his hand. His thoughts were a mess.
'No way.
'Is this real or fake?'
He blinked in disbelief, confirming that everything in front of him was not an illusion.
'Is someone playing a prank?'
A few seconds later, he put down the invitation and took a deep breath.
He tried to make sense of the current situation.
'First of all, wasn't that guy … killed by Yodel?
'Then, Edda was next door.
Wya and Ralf took turns guarding the door.
'And the other soldiers and guards in the diplomat group, the countless guards in Heroic Spirit Palace, and even those so-called cool-looking White Blade Guards. How could they let that guy …
'That guy …'
Suddenly, Thales felt his heart palpitate.
He stopped breathing.
Thales felt something.
He turned his head, feeling his skin crawl.
He shifted his gaze to the window.
At that moment, the prince's heart skipped a beat.
His' long-lost friend ', Asda Sakern, stood by the window with his hands behind his back. He stared at Thales with a pair of seemingly indifferent eyes.
Just like the first time they met, the Mystic wore a thin but neat blue robe. His posture was straight and straight, and there was a mysterious but confident smile on his handsome face.
He was as elegant as ever, as composed as ever.
At that moment, Thales' mind went blank.
'What happened to … fifteen minutes?'
"Hello." The Air Mystic nodded at him slightly. His tone was gentle. "My smart, mature, and mischievous little friend."
Thales opened his mouth and took a deep breath.
"From now on, no sound between us can travel more than a foot away." Asda seemed to know what he was thinking. He slowly raised his right index finger and shook it at him with a smile. "No one else will disturb us."
Hearing that, Thales felt like a deflated balloon. He exhaled the breath he took in.
He gave up on the idea of calling for help.
Asda's smile was so warm, but in Thales' eyes, it made his heart turn cold.
'Wait.'
He and the Mystic were not the only ones in the room.
Thales thought of something.
Following Thales' line of sight, the Mystic glanced at Little Rascal, who was deep in slumber beside the bed. "Of course, your adorable little maid won't be woken up either."
Little Rascal's mouth was still opening and closing in her dreams, but Thales could no longer hear her murmurs or even her breathing.
Thales sighed softly. He turned his head and curled up the corners of his lips to reveal a smile that was uglier than crying. "You're still the same. You're so considerate."
Asda nodded politely.
Thales forced himself to start thinking about everything he knew about this Mystic.
However, the first memory that popped up was the chess room in the center of Red Street Market, where three people were squeezed into balls.
The second prince gulped and laughed dryly. He tried to imagine something acceptable.
Like comparing him to the adorable Giza?
"Oh, right." Thales shrugged in a feigned relaxed manner and waved the invitation card in his hand. He tried his best to speak in the most normal tone and said nonchalantly, "I thought you would only arrive after fifteen minutes."
"You know," Asda flashed his pearly white teeth, "I like to enter early."
Thales tried hard to keep his thoughts in check and swallowed the sarcasm that was at the tip of his tongue.
"Is that so … I thought you wouldn't appear so soon." Thales changed his sitting position and smiled awkwardly. "They … everyone said that you would disappear for a long time."
Asda stared straight at him. His gaze was as calm as water, and it made Thales' skin crawl.
"The weapon in your masked friend's hand is obviously not complete," the Air Mystic said slowly. "Otherwise, a legendary anti-mystic equipment that is in perfect condition and fully activated can seal a Mystic for a period of time. It should be …"
Asda's gaze was still calm, but the words he spat out startled Thales slightly.
"Permanently."
'Legendary anti-mystic equipment.
'Sealed.
'Mystic.
'Permanently.'
"Even so, that incomplete equipment can still seal me for at least ten years." Asda curled up the corners of his mouth and continued to smile. "But I received some small help, and that's why I was able to 'get out of prison' so quickly."
Thales did not know if it was due to the curiosity he inherited from the memory fragments of his previous life, his natural personality, or his anxiety towards the mystery of himself, but at that moment, Thales' exuberant desire to learn about Mystics overwhelmed his fear of his identity as a calamity. He yearned to know more.
"First of all, I would like to congratulate you." Asda put his hands behind his back and walked towards Thales with a smile that was clearly friendly but inexplicably frightening. "Thales … Your Highness? Although I know from your behavior that you are definitely not ordinary, I have to admit that this identity has surprised me. "
Thales watched Asda approach him, and his heart slowly raced. He forced himself to shrug. "I remember that there are chairs for receiving guests in the room. We can sit down …"
Asda shook his head and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry about it."
The next moment, Thales felt his skin crawl as he watched Asda walk towards him. Then, he bent his knees and 'sat' in an invisible space.
Asda grinned brightly on the transparent 'chair'. "I brought my own chair."
The prince looked at this strange scene and tried his best to control his facial muscles so that they would not twitch too much.
"Let's talk about your future." Asda watched Thales' performance with interest. "Your Highness?"
Thales knew that although he addressed himself as' Your Highness', the man before him did not care about this special identity at all. This made Thales, who had experienced all kinds of gazes after becoming a prince, instantly feel a strange feeling.
Thales took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Only then could he understand the situation and protect himself, even if the existence before him was a calamity that could not be understood with common sense.
"Of course." He recalled his conversation with Ramon and muttered, "During this period of time, I have thought of ways to investigate some things about … err, Mystics and magic."
First of all, in this asymmetrical conversation, he had to seize the initiative.
"Very good. This will save us a lot of time." As expected, Asda's eyes brightened. "What do you know?"
"Not much, but not little either." Thales carefully chose his words. "For example, what exactly is magic, and the Three Great Magic Towers. I met a person who is quite knowledgeable about magic."
Asda's interest was piqued.
While Thales was on tenterhooks, he briefly repeated what Ramon told him. Even Asda could not help but sigh softly. "A thousand years have passed since the collapse of the Magic Tower, and magic has been banned for six centuries. To think that there are still believers in magic. This is indeed beyond my expectations."
Thales observed Asda's expression and at the same time, tried his best to think of a way to escape.
'The other party is a Mystic. I don't even need to think about non-peaceful means.
'Stall for time. I can consider this. But can I really stall for time until help arrives? Or will help really work?
'The other party's goal should be to become one of them. Damn it, the Mystic that everyone hates.
'Then, my best choice is to deal with the other party on this issue and achieve some results by making concessions and lowering my stance …'
"So, is magic the kind of existence he mentioned? A kind of meaning, a kind of belief? " At the thought of this, Thales asked cautiously. At the same time, he was really curious about this question. "What do you think?"
But the Air Mystic did not answer immediately.
Asda's lowered gaze did not move.
Under Thales' curious gaze, he crossed his hands and remained silent for a long time.
"No."
"Magic … is not like this. Not only that, it doesn't have to be like this." Finally, Asda shook his head slowly and spoke slowly. "Everyone has their own understanding of magic, and they believe in the magic they understand."
Thales was stunned when he heard this.
Asda raised his left hand and looked at his palm. His gaze was complicated.
At that moment, Thales felt that the Asda in front of him was more like a normal person than ever before.
And not a terrifying calamity.
"Magic is a kind of choice." Asda stared at his palm and slowly clenched his fist. "And these choices are neither exclusive nor mutually exclusive. There is no superiority or inferiority. This is the basic philosophy of the 'Seat of All Magic' in Soul Tower."
Thales shuddered.
'Wait a minute.'
He heard a special word.
"It is also one of the philosophy of magic that I agree with and recognize," Asda said flatly.
Thales raised his hand subconsciously. This was a habit from his previous life in the memory fragments.
He quickly realized that this was not his previous life, and there were only the two of them. Just as he was about to put his hand down in embarrassment …
To Thales' surprise, Asda very skillfully and naturally extended his palm, tilted it up slightly, and then nodded.
He was allowed to ask questions.
That feeling was as if he had done this hundreds and thousands of times.
Both of them looked at each other's actions and were stunned for a moment.
Asda reacted and smiled slightly. "Very good. It seems that I do not need to teach you the etiquette and habits of a wizard apprentice in class."
Thales put his hand down and asked eagerly,
"Soul Tower? I know this, but what kind of magic tower is it? What about its origin? "
Thales did not even realize that he had completely forgotten that Asda before him was an extremely dangerous non-human existence.
He even forgot his original intention.
At that moment, his desire for unsolved knowledge completely surpassed his consideration of reality.
"Soul Tower?" Asda narrowed his eyes and smiled mysteriously, as if he knew that Thales would ask this. "What do you know?"
'Soul Tower …'
Thales lowered his head and desperately tried to recall Ramon's words. "Err, I remember that it has a special emblem … Then, the impression this magic tower gives people seems to have many different opinions and no one can come to a consensus? Also, it seems to be at odds with the other two magic towers? "
Asda did not comment. He only fixed his gaze on him for a very long time.
Under the other's scrutinizing gaze, Thales forced a dry smile.
"Very good. Exuberant curiosity and desire to explore are qualities worthy of encouragement …" the Air Mystic said slowly.
Thales could only respond with a smile.
"Besides, this is the prerequisite knowledge that you should know." Asda was expressionless, but his eyes shone brightly. "Listen up."
Thales subconsciously straightened his back and sat upright.
This time, the Mystic did not keep him in suspense. He answered straightforwardly,
"In the year 618 of the Era of Kings, not long after the battle for survival between the humans and the three races ended, the 'imparter' Wizard Yri Newmoon, who returned from the battle, left the Ascetic Tower with his five students due to differences in ideals."
Thales was shocked.
"They preached their ideals and taught methods along the way, gathering many wizards who were exiled due to the war. Their group gradually grew, and their theories and methods became clearer."
At this point, Asda paused and narrowed his eyes to look at Thales' expression.
Thales furrowed his brows. "And then?"
'Don't leave things unsaid!'
Asda stared at him with a profound look and continued with a smile.
"In the end, Wizard Yri, whom we later respectfully called the Master, and a group of wizards led by twenty-one other sages arrived at the 'Tripping Peninsula' by the coast of the continent. They built a twin tower there and settled down to study magic."
Asda paused for a few more seconds. His gaze pierced through Thales, as if he was looking at the past many years ago.
But Thales had no time to care about the other party's expression, because he was already engrossed in the story.
Putting away his perplexed gaze, Asda shook his head and continued, "The new Magic Tower attracted many wizards to visit. The novel, free, casual, and equal atmosphere of magic research gathered a large number of people. Soon, the land became a gathering place for wizards with the twin towers as the center.
"Unlike the painstaking contemplation and protection of the ascetics, and the fanaticism and destruction of the alchemists, this settlement gradually became the forefront of theoretical research in the magic world. After various unprecedented and unbelievable magic theories and hypotheses were proposed, they were gradually perfected through endless debates and demonstrations. Magic branches that were originally not recognized by the two Magic Towers were established one after another, forming the Soul Tower magic system that we are in contact with today.
"Just like that, the sages jointly built the third branch apart from the Ascetic Tower and the Alchemy Tower. It is also the youngest, the most special, the most active, the most prosperous, and the most influential wizard inheritance in the world."
At this point, Asda lowered his head and let out a sigh that only he knew.
"After Yiri Xinyue passed away, his ashes were placed in the middle of the twin towers, suspended in the air. A sentence was engraved on the surface of the box with iron elements: 'May every wizard have an independent and free soul'.
"That was how the Soul Tower got its name."
Asda closed his mouth gently.
Thales came back to his senses and exhaled a long breath.
The era of kings.
The battle for survival.
Wizard Yiri, the 'Imparter of Magic'.
The youngest wizard inheritance.
The origin of Soul Tower.
These were taboo knowledge that he could not easily obtain from books. Thales' heartbeat quickened as he listened.
It was as if an unprecedented world had opened up.
'If Ramon was here …' Thales thought, 'Would he kneel down and cry in excitement?'
He continued to raise his hand eagerly. "Also, you mentioned the Seat of All Magic just now? What is that? "
"'Seat of All Laws'." Asda did not seem to see Thales' expression. He continued to speak slowly and unhurriedly. His clear and pleasant male voice echoed in the small space, narrating the world's most taboo, lost knowledge.
"This is an important branch of research in Soul Tower.
"It originated during the first civil strife in the Empire and was officially established in 373 of the Empire Calendar. It flourished between the fifth and seventh centuries of the Empire Calendar. At its peak, half of the wizards in Soul Tower came from the Seat of All Magic. Every time it opened, apprentices and wizards from the Alchemy Tower and the Ascetic Tower would come to listen, comment, and oppose each other."
Asda paused again. He looked at Thales' face, which was filled with curiosity and thirst for knowledge, and nodded in satisfaction.
Thales' heart stirred slightly. Only then did he realize that the initiative of the conversation had once again fallen into Asda's hands.
'But …'
'I really want to know.'
The second prince looked at Asda before him, and a sense of contradiction rose in his heart.
The Mystic smiled and continued.
"I can't summarize and summarize the characteristics of this branch of theory with simple words. That would be irresponsible to the students. But I can give you a list of the most influential books of this branch. No, to be exact, it should be twenty-three important works. If you want to have a deeper understanding of the 'Seat of All Laws', I can give you a list of the most influential books."
Thales' heart raced as he listened to the Mystic's words. An inexplicable sense of excitement filled his brain.
But he quickly calmed down and realized a problem.
"Mister Asda, you are a wizard, right?" Thales looked at Asda in surprise. "Before you became a calamity?"
He did not even think about whether his choice of words had violated the other party's taboo.
"Wizard?"
"That is a title that only those who have achieved publicly recognized achievements in a certain field of magic can obtain — at least in Soul Tower." Asda crossed his arms and grinned slightly. He shook his head slightly. "I was just a small apprentice back then."
Thales' heart stirred. "Ah, so, as expected, you were once …"
"Yes." Asda nodded. There was a strange light flowing in his eyes. "An apprentice of Soul Tower."
Thales frowned. "But you just said … the Magic Tower has collapsed for a thousand years?"
'Collapsed for a thousand years …
'So …'
"I know what you want to ask." Asda looked at him and smiled faintly. "One thousand one hundred and ninety years old — that is my age this year."
Thales was shocked.
'One thousand one hundred and ninety?
'In other words.
'This guy …'
Thales stared blankly at the young and handsome Asda Sakern, who had not changed at all compared to the first time he met him.
'Unbelievable. He's five hundred years older than the' King of Renaissance 'Tormond Jadestar and the hero Raikaru Eckstedt!'
Thales opened his mouth wide.
"No need to be surprised. Every Mystic is an immortal, indestructible, and immortal existence." Asda did not care when he saw Thales' expression. "This age is very normal. The oldest Mystic has even existed for more than one thousand three hundred years."
Thales subconsciously wanted to find a notebook until Asda stopped him with a hand gesture.
"There's no hurry." Asda raised his head and stared at him with a burning gaze. "We still have a lot of time to spend together, and I have enough patience. I will teach you from the beginning, from the basics … from magic, to the Magic Tower, to Mystic energy and everything about being a Mystic."
"From philosophy to power, from history to the future, all the secrets of the magic world will be open to you." Asda's tone was full of temptation. "Then, you will obtain the secrets and power of Mystics that are above all of them.
"Until you truly become a Mystic."
At that moment, Thales felt as if he was pulled back from a dream world to reality.
'Become a Mystic.'
Thales swallowed hard.
He remembered Gilbert's attitude towards the 'calamity' and the drama of the Battle of Eradication in Dark Night Temple.
'And that … crazy and unreasonable Blood Mystic.
'The Mystic who is hated by everyone?
'Can I say no?'
But a voice also whispered in Thales' heart. 'But I am very curious.
'I want to know more, to learn more, to understand more.'
Thales realized that the knowledge that Asda described earlier had captured his thirst for knowledge and his thirst for knowledge.
Moreover, with his obviously abnormal body, he had to understand his current situation better.
Thales frowned with a bitter expression and said tentatively, "About this … if, err, I mean if I don't want to become a Mystic …"
The Air Mystic did not speak.
But the prince felt that the atmosphere around him had become tense.
Thales tried hard to control his breathing rate and waited anxiously for the answer.
"Thales." Asda stopped smiling and looked at him sternly. He said softly but seriously, "Becoming a Mystic is your destiny. You cannot and cannot avoid it.
"There is no second choice."
Thales panted slightly.
'Looks like it's a little bad.'
"Um, why don't you tell me first?" Tension and pressure returned to Thales' heart. He tried to smile and asked carefully, "Mystics … you … what are we?"
This time, Asda stared at him expressionlessly for a long, long time.
As he withstood the Mystic's seemingly emotionless yet pressurizing gaze, embarrassment and helplessness crept onto Thales' face.
Until Asda spoke slowly.
"I cannot tell you the answer to this question, because you are still not a Mystic." Asda's gaze was still fixed on him, but his tone and words had become cold and mysterious, as if he had returned to that night in Red Street Market. "Only when you truly become a Mystic, a Mystic that only you can understand, will you finally know what a Mystic is." Asda's gaze was still fixed on him.
Thales furrowed his brows slightly.
He doesn't want to tell me?
"But before that, you have to tell me some basic information, right?" Thales scratched his head. As he thought of a plan to escape, he said, "At least tell me your understanding. What do you know about Mystics …"
But before he could finish, Asda's expression changed. He suddenly opened his mouth and used an unprecedented solemn tone to interrupt him!
"No!" Asda said solemnly. His expression became cold again, and he added solemnly, "Absolutely not!
You are not allowed to ask this question again. "
He looked as if he had encountered the most terrifying thing in the world.
Thales was shocked by Asda's sudden nervousness.
'Did I ask the wrong question?'
Thales observed Asda cautiously until he was sure that Asda would not skin him alive the next time he opened his mouth. Only then did he ask carefully, "
"W-Why?"
Asda narrowed his eyes, but his expression remained serious.
"Because this is one of the Three Great Covenants," the Mystic said softly.
Thales was completely stunned for a moment.
'Three … Three Great … What?'
"Remember, what I am going to tell you next is a top secret that only we Mystics know." Asda knew what Thales was puzzled about. He furrowed his brows and his gaze was as cold as frost. With a solemn expression and tone that Thales had never seen before, he said the following words under Thales' fearful gaze.
"Revealing them is equivalent to betraying all the Mystics in the world. Believe me, you will not like that outcome."
Once he finished speaking, Asda's gaze was cold as he stared straight at Thales.
Thales instantly froze.
'Top secret that only Mystics know?'
At that moment, the air around them seemed to have frozen.
Thales could only feel his heartbeat speeding up.
He could only force a smile and nod with difficulty.
After seeing Thales' reaction, Asda nodded slowly.
"There are three rules that Mystics must abide by. They are known as the Three Great Covenants," Asda said softly in the frightening silence, "What I just said is the first one."
Thales frowned slightly.
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