Dumbfounded, Thales stared at the 'invitation' in his hand. His thoughts were in a mess.
'No way.
'Is this real or fake?'
'"Anti-theft, hmm."
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, Aida is 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 when they first met, the Mystic wore a thin but neat blue robe. His posture was tall 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 and said in a gentle tone, "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." As if he knew what Thales was thinking, Asda slowly raised his right index finger and shook it at him with a smile. "No one else will disturb us."
When Thales heard this, he was like a deflated balloon, and 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 chilled him to the core.
'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. How considerate of you."
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 terrifying. "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 don't have 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.
This time, the Mystic did not keep him in suspense. He answered without hesitation.
"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 philosophy.
"Along the way, they preached their own philosophy and taught their own methods. They gathered many wizards who were exiled due to the war in the world. As time passed, their group grew larger, and their theories and methods became clearer.
"In the end, Wizard Yri, whom we later respectfully called the Master, and the other twenty-one wizards led a group of wizards to the 'Tripping Peninsula' by the coast of the mainland. Here, the wizards built a twin tower and settled down to study magic."
Asda's gaze pierced through Thales, as if he was looking at the past many years. But Thales did not have time to care about Asda's expression, because he was already engrossed in the story.
With a perplexed gaze, Asda continued, "Soon, this new magic tower attracted many wizards to visit. The novel, free, casual, and equal atmosphere of magic research gathered a large number of people, turning this piece of land into a small 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 gathering place quickly became the forefront of theoretical research in the magic world. After various magic theories and hypotheses were proposed, they were gradually perfected through endless debates and demonstrations. Branches of magic that were originally not recognized by the two Great 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."
Speaking up to 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 the kings.
The battle for survival.
Wizard Mindis.
The youngest wizard's inheritance.
The origin of the 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? "
"The 'Seat of All Magic' is an important research branch in Soul Tower." Asda did not seem to notice Thales' expression. He continued to speak slowly and at a moderate pace. His clear and pleasant male voice echoed in the small space as he narrated the world's most taboo, lost knowledge.
"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 the entire 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.
"I can't use simple words to summarize and summarize the characteristics of this branch of theory. 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'," Roland said with a smile on his face.
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 offended the other party's taboo.
"Wizard?"
"That is a title that only those who have achieved widely recognized achievements in a certain field of magic can obtain — at least in the Soul Tower." Asda crossed his arms, grinned slightly, and shook his head slightly. "I was just a small apprentice back then."
Thales' heart skipped a beat. "Ah, so, as expected, you were once …"
"Yes." Asda nodded, a strange color flowed in his eyes. "An apprentice of the Soul Tower."
Thales frowned. "But you just said … the Magic Tower has collapsed for a thousand years?"
'So …'
"I know what you want to ask. Counting from the time I was born." Asda looked at him and smiled faintly. "One thousand one hundred and ninety years — 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.
But he was almost six hundred years older than the King of Renaissance, Tormond Jadestar, and the hero, Raikaru Eckstedt!
Thales opened his mouth wide.
"Don't be surprised. Every Mystic is an immortal, indestructible, and immortal existence." Looking at Thales' expression, Asda did not care at all. "This age is very normal — the oldest Mystic has even existed for more than one thousand six hundred years."
Thales subconsciously wanted to find a notebook, until Asda stopped him with a hand gesture.
"There is 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 basic knowledge … from magic, to the Magic Tower, to mystic energy, and everything about Mystics.
"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 superior to all of them.
"Until you truly become a Mystic."
At that moment, Thales felt like 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, learn more, and 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 suddenly became tense.
Thales tried hard to control the rate of his breathing as he 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.
It seemed that things were a little bad.
"Um, why don't you tell me first?" Tension and stress returned to Thales' heart. He tried his best to smile and asked cautiously, "Mystics … You … What exactly 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, can you finally know what a Mystic is." Asda's gaze was still fixed on him.
Thales furrowed his brows slightly.
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