"Your reaction is not quite right." Asda leisurely pressed down on his slender and beautiful fingers while he observed Thales' reaction. "The air pressure in your body is changing rapidly …"
"Giza Streelman," the Air Mystic repeated flatly. "Why? Does this name evoke any memories?"
'Giza.
'The Blood Mystic.'
With an uncertain expression, Thales recalled the unusual time in the birch tree forest. It was a combination of nervousness, fear, horror, disgust, perversion, and madness.
He also recalled the words that the unreasonable lady left behind before she disappeared into the darkness.
"I will never let you suffer."
The pale-faced Prince of Constellation snapped out of his thoughts. He raised his head to look at Asda, sighed, and nodded.
"Not long ago, I had a relaxed and friendly conversation with your dear Madam Giza, one of the leaders of Blood Bottle Gang that is widely rumored in the outside world." Thales said listlessly.
Asda narrowed his eyes slightly. Thoughts formed by mystic energy slowly surged in his body.
'Giza?
'That means she has survived the threat of the Burning Wind Cannon. She has returned from her weak state of slumber and regained her consciousness.
'Perhaps she has also regained her ability to eat.'
Asda's thoughts fluctuated slightly.
'Ever since I returned to my physical state, I have been following this boy's unique breathing and searching for him from thousands of miles away.
'I have never bothered with Blood Bottle Gang.
Compared to the value of this boy, the Blood Bottle Gang was simply a piece of trash that could be discarded.
'But since Giza has returned …
'Perhaps it's time to have a long-awaited conversation.
'After all, with this boy's appearance, Blood Bottle Gang's plan may have to be delayed …'
However, Thales' next words attracted the Mystic's attention again.
Thales observed Asda's expression. He took a deep breath and sighed heavily before he said, "When Lady Giza saw her Mystic companion after a long time, she expressed her uncontrollable joy to me.
"She also decided to kill me.
"To celebrate my first meeting with her."
After he finished speaking, Thales saw Asda frown, which was a rare sight.
The Air Mystic, who had been calm and unmoved since the beginning, placed his right hand on his left arm, pinched his delicate chin, and muttered to himself.
Thales raised both of his hands and hooked four of his fingers into quotation marks. He raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, "'This is for your own good'."
Asda's expression was solemn.
"You mean …"
"Giza knew that you are the future Mystic, but she still tried to kill you?" The Air Mystic keenly caught the main point.
The second prince looked into Asda's eyes and nodded slightly.
"Obviously, she doesn't welcome my identity as a Mystic." Thales shrugged and said sarcastically, "I guess the competition in the field of Mystics is so fierce that it has reached the point where newcomers need to be suppressed?"
Asda continued to ponder. Thales could feel that he was thinking carefully.
"I was lucky that day." Thales shook his head. "I can already imagine the next time I meet her …"
After a while, the Air Mystic raised his head solemnly.
"Hmm, this is a problem." Asda's tone was cold again, and his eyes were bright. "As a partner, I will go and talk to her.
Just like in the past. "
Thales looked at Asda's expression and guessed that the conversation should be about over.
At least, the enmity between them had gradually disappeared.
'It's time to discuss my future plans with him.'
'In short, becoming a Mystic is too risky. I can't do it when I have limited understanding …'
"Very well."
At this moment, the Air Mystic stood up from the empty 'chair' and interrupted Thales' thoughts. He was expressionless.
"Let's go."
Thales' expression changed drastically.
"Go?" Thales' eyes moved, and his breathing quickened. "Where are we going?"
"To get you out of here, of course." The Air Mystic raised a hand. The bedroom window was blown open, revealing the darkness outside. Cold air and wind continuously seeped in.
Little Rascal, who was sleeping soundly by the bed, unconsciously curled her body, licked her lips, and hugged the blanket tighter around her body.
"Now … now?" Thales shuddered. He clenched his fists and looked at Asda in disbelief. "Isn't this a little too sudden?"
"At this very moment, there are two complete and powerful legendary anti-mystic equipment in Dragon Clouds City," Asda said slowly. "They are in the palace we are in right now."
Thales was stunned. He looked outside the door.
The Air Mystic sighed. "You didn't think that I took such a huge risk to come to you just to sit down and chat, did you?"
Thales frowned. His breathing quickened uncontrollably.
The thing he was most worried about had happened.
"Prepare to start your new life." Asda nodded nonchalantly. "As a Mystic, you still have a long future ahead of you. You still have a long journey ahead of you."
"Wait, but I-I still have a lot of questions." Thales scratched his ears and cheeks, desperately thinking of excuses to stall for time. "Like the relationship between wizards and Mystics, how can I become a Mystic, and what Giza said about the factions of Mystics. Oh right, there's also the legendary anti-mystic equipment …"
"You and I both know very well, child." Asda shook his head mercilessly and exposed his intentions. "There is no benefit in wasting time. Even if your subordinates realize that something is wrong and come to rescue you …
"It will only be their misfortune. Even if the elf next door whose breathing is stable and steady and who seems to be a supreme class elf is the same," the Mystic replied flatly.
"We have proven a thousand years ago that even the gods are helpless against Mystics."
Thales was stunned.
He looked at the open window and felt the cold air coming in through it.
'Sh * t.
What should I do? '
"Wait …" Thales raised his head. His expression was worried and anxious.
'I can't go with him.'
'I have to think of a way to stay.'
"Mystics have a very bad life in this world, right?" Thales looked at the Air Mystic and sighed. "From the destruction of the Ancient Empire to the Battle of Eradication and the fission of the continent … Perhaps, following you is not a good idea? Perhaps I should stay, and we can regularly — "
This time, Asda looked at him from above. His gaze was subtle.
Thales felt his heart clench under his gaze. He could not help but stop talking.
Asda slowly opened his mouth. His tone was fleeting, but there was a chilling aura in it.
"This world has chosen to forget about magic and the past in order to suppress our numbers. That is why most people do not know what we are, such as those idiots in the gang under my command.
"Even the Battle of Eradication, which people are supposed to be familiar with, has become a legend of heroes fighting against unknown calamities."
The Mystic placed his hands behind his back. "However, those with status and power are still wary of our existence, and see us as their greatest threat.
"Whether it is magic or mystic energy, they all abhor it." Asda narrowed his eyes slightly. "But it is precisely because of this that you must come with me."
Thales felt his skin crawl as he looked at the other party.
Asda's gaze was solemn. "Once your identity is exposed, they will not care whether you are a prince or not. You will end up worse than the orcs who fell into the hands of humans."
Thales stared at Asda in a daze.
He pursed his lips and recalled the drama of the Battle of Eradication in Dark Night Temple, Gilbert's words about the calamities, the unsettling Black Prophet, the secretive Ramon, and Yodel's Mask.
'But …'
A dozen 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 on my shoulders, and I know many people. There are some things that cannot be simply left behind —"
But he was once again interrupted by the Mystic.
"I say." Asda smiled faintly. His eyes were full of mockery. "Is it because you are worried about your safety that you are unwilling to become a Mystic?
Or is it because you are unwilling to give up your noble status as the Prince of Constellation? "
Thales was slightly stunned when he heard this.
The Air Mystic snorted coldly and said, "Even if two months ago you were …
Just a lowly child beggar? "
At that moment, Thales' heart was truly shaken.
'Unwilling to give up …
'Prince of Constellation …
'Noble status …'
The image of the night he first arrived at Mindis Hall appeared before his eyes. That strong figure announced that he was the only remaining heir of Constellation.
Gilbert and Yodel knelt down on one knee in front of him.
Wya placed his hand on his chest and swore to him that he would die for him.
Ralf used his clumsy sign language to show that he did as he was told.
There was also the surge of people under the Hall of Stars. There was also the deafening cheers that reached the horizon.
Thales subconsciously clenched his fists.
"If I had come to you when you were still a child beggar, would you still react the same way?" Asda spoke at a moderate pace, and his tone was not heavy, but Thales felt an inexplicable sense of pressure from him.
Thales took a deep breath.
He remembered the child beggars shivering in the Sixth House.
He remembered the struggle in the cold and hunger every year.
He remembered Morris' fierce and angry wolfhound.
He remembered Quide's ferocious expression. He remembered Rick's mysterious smile.
"When you were intoxicated by the title of prince, or struggling bitterly in the misery of being a child beggar, when you were moving back and forth between the joy and pain of both," Asda stared at him coldly. "Have you ever thought about what you really are?
"When you are stripped of all the definitions that others have given you, and when you leave all the situations that you used to exist, what is left of you?
"A prince who is noble because of his bloodline? A beggar who was born lowly and unfortunate? A genius child who matured early? A pitiful person who is struggling to change his fate? "Asda lowered his head and looked at his expression.
Thales' breathing gradually quickened.
'A noble prince.
'A lowly child beggar.
'A magnificent palace, a worry-free life, and subordinates who listen to his orders.
'A dilapidated Abandoned House, a daily life of cold, hunger, and cold, and thugs who beat and scold him at every turn.
'Heaven and earth.'
"I …" He opened his mouth slightly and subconsciously wanted to refute.
But he realized that he could not say it out loud.
Thales stared at the ground in a daze.
'Do I really think this way?
'I can't leave, can't bear to part with the nobility of a prince?'
"Child, you have to understand that to become a Mystic," the Air Mystic said coldly, "you have to wave goodbye to your past, no matter how glorious and unforgettable it is.
"Don't let your past bind you. Only by decisively abandoning it can you finally ascend."
Thales subconsciously grabbed his chest.
It seemed that the wound made by the Mindis silver coin was throbbing again.
The inscription on the silver coin appeared in his mind: 'A king is not respected by his bloodline.'
"Being a Mystic is not a profession, it is not a job, and it is not a title," Asda said firmly. "The meaning it represents is far beyond what you can imagine. This is an unprecedented choice. It is an opportunity for you to find yourself, understand yourself clearly, and reshape yourself."
"Now, you have such an opportunity to make your own choice." The Mystic walked in front of him and extended his hand towards his face. "Choose to return to your original life and continue your seemingly realistic, seemingly down-to-earth life, but in reality, you have no choice. You have no freedom, you are muddle-headed, and you are confused about your future …"
Asda's hand stopped in front of the Mystic's nose. He flipped his palm over and a ray of blue light flashed from it. It spun continuously around the Mystic's palm and eventually formed a deep blue light ball.
'Just like that night at Red Street Market.'
"Or choose your own heart," the Mystic continued. "Choose to see how far you can climb and what kind of scenery you can see in the end.
"Discover who you really are."
Thales stared at the ball of light in Asda's hand and frowned deeply.
'How far I can climb …
'What kind of scenery …
'Who am I …?'
Asda slowly clenched his fist. As he moved, the ball of light in the Mystic's hand was extinguished.
Gusts of air blew past Thales' face.
The Mystic's gaze changed. "These are the words my guide said a thousand years ago when he led the confused me on the path of mystic energy."
Thales listened to Asda's words with an unpleasant expression. He clenched his fist even tighter.
"And now, a thousand years later, I will be your guide and guide you to become the most amazing existence in the world." Asda nodded slightly. "Trust me, a Mystic can not only obtain unlimited life and endless power. Those are just the most insignificant additional gifts."
The Air Mystic slowly raised his arms. His tone was ethereal and mysterious. "The world we can see, the vision we can touch, and everything we can feel is far beyond the imagination of any other existence. Compared to that, the light of the gods, the glory of the priests, and the dignity of the king are all dwarfed, insignificant and boring."
The panic-stricken Thales lowered his head.
Asda lowered his arms and looked at Thales. With a firm gaze, he nodded slowly.
"We should go."
In the next moment, before Thales could react, he was already floating in the air!
Thales turned pale with fright. Just as he was about to speak, he realized that his vision was rapidly changing!
As the wind howled, a chill invaded his exposed skin. Cold air poured into his mouth and nose.
'No!
Wait!
I haven't … '
Thales wanted to speak, but he was powerless. He only felt himself begin to spin. He did not know where the sky was and where the earth was.
Asda flew out of the window with him.
Thales gritted his teeth in pain while he was high up in the air. The scenery before his eyes changed from a small bedroom to a vast expanse of snow and towering mountains under the moonlight.
As well as the things that were slowly becoming smaller and farther away in his vision …
Heroic Spirit Palace.
— — —
The Star Killer, Nicholas, stood in the Hall of Heroes with an unpleasant expression.
His gaze was fixed on the ferocious-looking spear on the wall shelf.
'The Soul Slayer Spear.'
* Buzz … *
A low and rapid vibrating sound was heard.
The few members of the White Blade Guards beside Nicholas stared at the gun in shock.
'The legendary Soul Slayer Spear is … vibrating?'
Nicholas narrowed his eyes. He walked forward and placed his hand on the Soul Slayer Spear.
The commander of the White Blade Guards felt the sensation in his hand.
Then, he heaved a heavy sigh.
"Sound the alarm in Heroic Spirit Palace immediately." Nicholas raised his head abruptly. His expression was stern and solemn. "The highest level!
"We are in big trouble."
A guard beside him frowned.
'The highest level?'
But he still nodded respectfully and turned to leave.
"Seal the gates leading to Axe District and Spear District. Count all the people patrolling, be they palace guards or White Blade Guards." Nicholas turned around and pulled out the white-hilted saber on his back.
It was a unique saber.
The blade was bright silver, the blade was slightly gray, and the spine was a deep brass color.
The arc of the saber was different from the white blades unique to the White Blade Guards. There were two curved arcs from the hilt to the tip.
"I want everyone to report back every five minutes. If someone goes missing, I want to know where he disappeared to within five minutes." Nicholas held the saber in his hand. His expression was as cold as ice. As he walked, he ordered his subordinates, "We will go to His Majesty's bedroom immediately."
The guard who delivered the order immediately disappeared before his eyes. Soon, urgent orders came from afar and nearby.
"What's wrong, boss?" An assistant beside Nicholas frowned and asked him, "The Soul Slayer Pike is …"
"Yes, the situation is not good." The Star Killer's footsteps became faster. There was a hint of redness on his pale face. "The Soul Slayer Pike will not warn for no reason.
"It is recorded in the 'Legend of the White Blade Guards' that the last time it sounded like this was more than six hundred years ago."
His assistant's expression froze.
"More than six hundred years ago?" the assistant repeated in disbelief.
As the order was given, more and more soldiers came to relay the order. The orders became more and more urgent, and the atmosphere became more and more tense.
"Yes, more than six hundred years ago." Nicholas calmly walked towards the king's bedroom. As he raised the saber in his hand, he said sternly,
"When the Soul Slayer Pike …
"Was still in King Raikaru's hands …
"When we went through the Battle of Eradication."
— — —
Thales tried his best to open his eyes amid the howling wind. He wanted to see the scene before him clearly.
But he could only see Asda's figure in front of him and his fluttering robes.
A few seconds later, he could feel that they were descending rapidly.
At this moment …
* Swoosh! *
A rapid and sharp sound rang out, as if the wind was being torn apart!
* Clang! *
There was a muffled sound.
Thales did not understand what happened. He only felt his vision waver.
The next moment, he rolled on the soft snow.
His shoulder hurt from the friction.
'Damn it.'
Thales coughed violently. He cursed his luck in his heart as he struggled to get up.
'Damn it!
What happened?
Why did I suddenly stop? '
He shuddered in the cold snow.
Then, the Prince of Constellation was stunned.
He raised his neck as high as he could.
Under the moonlight, he found that a huge statue appeared before his eyes.
It was almost several stories tall.
It was a heroic warrior holding a pike. His expression was heroic and compassionate.
It was the statue of Raikaru Eckstedt.
Thales woke up abruptly. They were at the highest peak in Dragon Clouds City, the Cliff of the Sky.
He looked around and found that the whole of Dragon Clouds City was beneath his feet.
'I see.
The statue of Raikaru the Hero looked so small from below.
'But when it's right in front of me …'
At this moment, Asda's voice rang and abruptly interrupted his thoughts.
"Did you really think that I wouldn't notice you?" Asda sighed. There seemed to be a lot of dissatisfaction in his voice. "Whether it was in Heroic Spirit Palace just now or in the air, I was deliberately avoiding you."
Thales turned his head in shock and saw Asda standing under the statue.
He was facing a dark figure in front of him from a distance.
Thales narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure. 'Who is that?'
"Because I'm really not in the mood to play with you today." Asda shook his head. His gaze was sharp. "You monster that won't die."
The Mystic narrowed his eyes and cracked a smile.
"Black Sword."
'What?
'Black …
'Black …'
Thales shuddered violently.
'Black Sword?'
Thales took a step forward and looked at the figure in disbelief.
In his impression, this title represented …
'Black Street Brotherhood …
'The legendary …'
Under the moonlight, the figure walked out slowly.
Under the moonlight, he raised a strange, black longsword.
"What a coincidence." The expressionless man turned his body sideways and lowered his head slightly at Asda. The moonlight could only shine on his black robe.
Only a pair of sparkling eyes could be seen in the dark. They were directed at the Mystic.
"I'm not in the mood either.
You monster that won't die. "
Black Sword's eyes emitted a chilling light.
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