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"I'm still worried about that strange doctor staying with His Highness." Beside the fire, Huai Ya stared at another fire in the distance with a strange expression, and there were only two figures, one big and one small, sitting there.

This was the night of the third day they came to the Lumbard Barracks. Ramon claimed to review Thales' injuries alone, and it was strange that His Royal Highness also agreed to him.

"He's a prince, he can do whatever he wants." Puttilai smoked his pipe and exhaled a puff of smoke, which made Wyatt's face darken: "Also, relax a little bit, Ramon's fear of His Highness is not just pretending. from."

"Besides, there are so many Exeter sergeants on duty around, His Highness is safe," Puttilai glanced at the unfriendly Exeter soldiers who were standing guard or patrolling around, and then glanced not far away. Ada, who was standing there, said slowly: "Besides, Ruolamon is really an assassin. He had too many opportunities in the previous battlefield... Don't forget, he was the one who rescued His Highness."

Huai Ya thought of the battlefield, and his heart moved slightly.

"Speaking of this... What happened to His Highness?" The young attendant said worriedly, "At that time he couldn't even breathe..."

Puttilai looked at Huai Ya with a suspicious expression, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You have been worrying about this matter?" the thin deputy envoy asked with interest.

"It's not just this one thing," Wyatt frowned, thinking solemnly, while expressing his doubts: "Your Highness's physique is very good... In fact, it is better than I expected, no matter how serious the injury is , the recovery time is calculated in days..."

But that's more suspicious, isn't it?

"Also, what His Highness said about the ability he learned from the Black Prophet... I can't ignore it." Huai Ya lowered his head, his eyes glanced at the single-edged sword in his hand: "After all, it is a secret subject, Your Highness Although...but he is just a child after all, it is not a good thing to get too close to the secret department."

Mystery.

snort.

Puttilai raised his head, and exhaled a puff of smoke towards the empty moon with a complicated expression.

"Do you think the secret department is a scary place?" The deputy envoy didn't look at Huai Ya.

Wyatt pursed her lips and nodded.

"I've heard a lot of stories about it, some are absurd, some are weird, and some are unreasonable," the young attendant pulled out his sword, his voice full of hesitation: "But I have to admit that the mystery of the kingdom's secret department , and the reputation of the Black Prophet is scary."

"I thought, at your age, you probably haven't heard much about the deeds of the Black Prophet," Puttilai said with a chuckle, "You know, Morat has been in charge of the secret department for more than thirty years. When the young Eddie II was crowned, Morat was already working in the secret department."

Wyah wiped his sword, shrugged:

"When I was training in the Tower of the End, I heard such a joke: one thing happened in the world's four major intelligence agencies. The Scarlet Witch broke a teacup, the White Priest burned an oil lamp, and Captain Qing A robe was worn out, and a pillowcase was torn by the Black Prophet sleeping... Guess, which one has the most serious consequences?"

"Maybe there is one thing missing." Puttilai took a puff of tobacco, the corner of his mouth curved: "The gray sword guard has worn out a scabbard."

Huai Ya and Putilei chuckled together.

"Master Shao is not as unkind and terrifying as the rumors outside, but as the tower owner of the Tower of Ending, he is more calm and prudent." Huai Ya showed nostalgia, nodded and said: "Besides, he has no place to live except for his hair and beard. It's gray."

"Huiya, as an attendant," Puttilai said slowly and seriously after the joke, "It's a good thing to care about the prince you serve, but..."

He looked at Wyah Castle compellingly: "Want to hear some advice?"

Huai Ya raised his eyebrows, showing a respectful expression.

"Each Canxing prince is like a separate secret department, and they all have quite a few secret stores," Puttilai said with deep eyes, "It's enough to only care about what you should know."

Wyatt frowned.

"Don't make life too difficult," Puttilai sighed, "You must know that the princes' lives are already difficult enough."

Especially... their surname is Canxing.

Puttilai said silently.

The figure from the past appeared in my heart.

Huai Ya looked at the crackling fire with a complicated expression.

"Master Putilei, I still remember what you said that day in the birch forest." Wyatt turned the weapon over and said silently: "You were also an attendant?"

Puttilai's pipe no longer smoked.

The Deputy Envoy took out his cigarette holder and looked at Wyah.

The latter raised his eyes and asked him calmly: "Then... which prince did you serve back then?"

Puttilai's eyes focused on the fire paused for a moment.

"Same as... your father." After a few seconds, he said slowly.

"But my qualifications are older, and I left the prince's side earlier."

Wyah stared at him, and the movement of wiping the weapon with his hand stopped unconsciously.

"Really, attendant," the young attendant said with a complicated expression and deep eyes, "do you have a family?"

Putilei turned his head and took a deep look at Huai Ya.

so funny.

He said silently: The famous "cunning fox" of the stars, the leader and signatory of the "Fortress Peace Treaty", can't even handle his own family well.

But then his eyes darkened.

Where can I get better?

"Listen, Wyah," the deputy envoy stroked the pipe that was slowly cooling down in his hand, and his tone was usually heavy:

"Gilbert is a competent and excellent attendant, well-organized, meticulous, and loyal to his own ideals and goals from beginning to end-he has his own principles."

Huai Ya lightly squeezed the edge of his sword.

"Even if sometimes, those principles are so cold?" The young attendant said indifferently.

"Cold?" Puttilai snorted softly:

"Sometimes, you have to make a choice -- no matter how difficult it is."

Before Wyah could respond, a discordant voice inserted into their conversation out of thin air.

"Good evening, two distinguished guests of the stars," Viscount Kanda, his most trusted adviser, came from afar in the thick military uniform unique to the Northland, under the command of the Grand Duke Heisha:

"Hope I didn't bother you!"

Kanda smiled and sat down opposite Puttilai, who had playful eyes, and Wyah, who had a bad complexion.

"You really disturbed us." Huai Ya looked at Kanda with unfriendly eyes, lightly flicked the blade of his hand, making a cool and crisp sound.

"Very good, that means I have attracted your attention." Kanda took off his gloves indifferently, and warmed up the fire: "Why don't you stay in the tent? The weather is very cold, and this is the Northland again."

"We like the wilderness in the open air," Puttilai emptied the ashes in his pipe, and replied indifferently, his thin face flickered in the firelight: "The scenery is beautiful, and the vision is wide."

"Don't worry," Kanda smiled lightly, seeing through their thoughts: "You are in Exeter, and the Exeter people are not used to listening to tent corners."

He turned his head and looked at Prince Star and his doctor in the distance: "The prince is safe here."

Kanda narrowed his eyes. "What a special prince, isn't he?"

Otherwise, the Grand Duke would not have given such an evaluation.

Wyatt snorted disdainfully.

Putilei frowned.

They began to pay attention to the prince.

Probably the child said something strange in Lumbard's tent a few days ago.

This is not a good sign.

The deputy envoy pulled out the pouch, grabbed the next handful of tobacco, and said calmly: "It seems that we are going to leave tomorrow."

Huai Ya frowned.

Kanda's face froze, and he looked at Putilei vigilantly: "You know?"

"It's written on your face, and those sergeants who came and went back and forth all night...... Besides," Puttilai picked up a burning branch from the fire and re-lit the pipe: "This is not the purpose of your coming ?"

"Convey your lord's wishes?"

silence.

Kanda stared at Puttilai earnestly, as if he wanted to observe him again.

"Yes," said the viscount of Heisha collar calmly: "We will set off tomorrow, and I will lead an army of 2,000 people, including 500 cavalry and the flame knight Lord Tuleha, to escort His Highness Thales straight to the place. Dragon Clouds City will no longer rest in any castle or town of the lords and nobles, at most they will camp in the wild."

"Two thousand people, and how to avoid the castle? To ensure that no one will find an opportunity to plot against you?" Puttilai smiled softly: "I am really worried about your lord... It seems that Lunba is also desperate. The mastermind behind the scenes has absolutely no clue."

Kanda's face changed slightly.

"I thought it was a glorious and proud tradition in the Northland to keep promises and keep promises," Puttilai asked softly, "but look at this military camp now, there are plots and tricks everywhere. taste, who else can you completely trust?"

Kanda's expression gradually stiffened.

"Do you know what this is called?" Puttilai snorted softly, "An unrighteous beam must have a crooked shadow...whether King Nun or your lord."

Kanda picked up a handful of snow from the ground, pinched it lightly, and watched it fall from his fingers.

"Don't comment on the internal affairs of the Northland, imperial people," the Viscount said coldly, "At least in the land of Black Sand Territory, accidents will never happen again."

Wyah put the sword back into its sheath—he felt something was wrong with the atmosphere.

"Accident? The magic gun trainer may have a different opinion." Puttilai put down his pipe and laughed: "Let me give you some advice, Lord Viscount who has no idea."

Kanda's eyes moved: "What do you know?"

"Don't look up the connection between that Hardy officer and the Grand Duke and the lords, you are doomed to be in vain," Puttilai frowned and tried the temperature of the pipe to make sure it wasn't burning well: "It's better to find his business. Line, starting from the scrapped magic guns flowing out of the black market..."

Kanda showed doubts: "Black market?"

"Ah, the northerners who despise magic guns," Puttilai sneered, "starting from buying directly from the imperial kingdom, the training of magic guns is the most expensive. The utilization rate of cores, the newness of parts, and The soldier's proficiency in operating the magic gun is just the opposite."

Kantar looked thoughtful.

Huai Ya on the side was at a loss.

"Grand Duke Heisha's magic gun troops are very proficient, and their volleys are also very accurate." Putilei glanced at Kanda and flicked the metal rod of his pipe. Lose half of his knights and heavy cavalry, allocate a lot of gold coins every month to support the training of magic guns, otherwise such troops will never be trained in three years."

Kanda thought about it: "He must find sufficient sources of income and maintain such a force with a lot of training, so that it can be used at critical moments..."

"Fortunately, it's only been three years, and there's only one trainer." Puttilai added some tobacco, and said mockingly, "In another three years, those troops will probably be able to follow orders like 'turn around and fire at the Grand Duke'." Have you executed it?"

Kanda ignored Puttilai's sarcasm, and he continued to say word for word: "So he must find a way to the black market, such as using the magic energy gun that has been scrapped and should be destroyed according to the agreement, in exchange for money and worn-out guns. Parts, eternal oil, and even bribes to the purchasing officer who went to the imperial kingdom to buy the magic energy core."

Puttilai shrugged and lit his pipe again: "I guarantee that his black market connectors know him well, but there are much more of those big bosses."

Kanda exhaled, and then asked: "Why can't it be the mastermind and funder behind him, and directly give him financial support?"

"If that's the case, you've already found clues about his dealings with other forces, so why wait until now?" Puttilai said disdainfully.

Kanda blushed—he had been so overwhelmed by this matter for the past few days that even his basic judgment was affected.

Wyatt frowned... He didn't quite understand the conversation between the two.

silence.

"Lord Putilai, the 'Dark Room' provided you with information," Viscount Kanda said slowly after he figured out something, "I'm beginning to believe what they said."

"Oh? It's an honor." Puttilai took a deep breath of tobacco with a face full of intoxication: "What did the dark room say about me?"

"They only have information about you before you left the court, but it's interesting enough," Kanda said with great interest in his eyes:

"Putilei Nyman, the weaver within the palace walls, the quiet planner."

Huai Ya showed a look of surprise and looked at Putilei.

This guy……

"Ha," Puttilai turned his head and smiled, "Scarlet Witch's subordinates really think highly of me!"

"No, I think," Kanda said with a thoughtful expression, "their information should be updated."

"People in the palace walls may be good at observing words and deeds and making suggestions," Viscount Kanda curled his lips and put on his gloves again: "But some wisdom must be accumulated in experience and knowledge."

Puttilai made two trills from his nasal cavity, and sprayed out a stream of smoke along the way.

"By the way, Lord Putillai Nyman, the former Viscount of Xingchen," Kanda stood up with a smile on his face, "The decision to reverse the attack on the battlefield was both brave and decisive."

very good.

Puttilai took a deep look at Thales and Ramon in the distance.

Come on, they like me even more now.

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"We've reached the territory of Exeter... This is not our deal!" Ramon stared angrily at Thales in front of him.

"The people of Exeter are unwilling to let anyone related to the Star Mission go away," Thales grabbed a branch, stirred the fire, pouted at the surrounding Exeter soldiers, and sighed: " I'm just a star prince with no power, what can I do?"

"You can't do this," Ramon gritted his teeth, "I saved your life—find a way to get me out!"

"You didn't save my life!" Thales frowned: "Remember, I was just out of strength, and you were just on the battlefield..."

"We all know that's a lie!" Ramon laughed angrily: "I don't know what you did, but most of the organs in your body have failed that day, and it doesn't matter how strong your physique is...even the strongest Even a beautiful horse can't drag a wheelless carriage, it's me who tried my best to stimulate your life potential..."

"Snapped!"

Thales broke the branch in his hand forcefully.

"My body is strong, which is a good thing. On the contrary, you, you'd better keep your voice down, you don't need a loud voice to check up on a patient," Thales said coldly, "If you don't want that poor little secret to be known by others... ...Ramon 'Doctor'."

He especially bit the accent on "The Doctor".

"Speaking of this," Ramon looked around with an uncertain expression, "Well, at least find me a raven..."

Thales snorted from his nasal cavity.

"Don't worry, doctor," Thales rowed on the snow with many memories that came out of his mind in the past few days, such as those blocky words like pictures, "The gangsters don't dare to provoke the well-trained army. Don’t worry about the Blood Bottle Gang.”

"At the end of the day, gangsters are just gangsters."

"Ha, Your Highness, do you really think so?" Ramon turned his head and smiled mockingly.

Thales was expressionless, but his heart sank.

In fact, what Ramon said was not unreasonable.

Those two gangs may not be that simple.

In particular, the Blood Bottle Gang is still Ashida and Giza—the force of two lunatics...the force of disaster.

It's weird.

Even if the Blood Bottle Gang often does some dirty things for powerful nobles, they can't ignore the threat of magicians, right?

Why would Xingchen allow such a gang to occupy Yongxing City? Is it because he is confident enough with the traditional anti-magic weapon in his hand, thinking that he can control the magician?

How is it possible... Thales recalled the figure of Giza and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Although Ashida showed that he didn't care about the life and death of the Blood Bottle Gang, but as powerful as him, why did he intervene in the gang's territory snatching that was completely dispensable to him? Isn't Hongfang Street a romantic street?

There is also the Brotherhood of the Black Street... who dared to hide members of the "King Killing Family" Sariton family in the capital, and was able to firmly suppress the Blood Bottle Gang-you know, the latter has magicians and great masters. Aristocratic double backstage.

Those two gangsters—Thales couldn't help but think of his five years in the fraternity—had too many doubts.

And there is one in front of you.

Thales looked at the strange doctor with the big nose, who was staring at him in the flames.

Ramon himself, a doctor with a secret on his way to the border between the two countries, is at the heart of the struggle between the Vial Gang and the Brotherhood...

Thales smiled.

"A prince is not someone who can casually agree to other people's requests." Xingchen's second prince looked at Ramon with interest: "Since you have a request, let's make a deal and exchange it with something of value. "

Ramon was taken aback.

"For example, I find the origin of your powers very interesting." Thales stretched his waist pretending to be indifferent: "In exchange, I will try my best to negotiate with them... at least let you use the raven to contact your brother Friends who will? Maybe there are other conveniences..."

Ramon stared blankly at Thales.

He still cares about that?

a prince?

wait, what if...

After a while, Ramon spoke with difficulty:

"You are the prince of the stars, and you still have an unknown relationship with Morat Hansen," Ramon gritted his teeth, considering his words and tone: "I entrust my secret to you...I don't So stupid."

"And... didn't you learn the mind-reading ability from the Black Prophet?" Ramon snorted coldly.

"Oh, come on, I don't want to dig secrets out of your brain anymore," Thales shook his head: "That ability is very nerve-wracking... hurts your brain."

Ramon stared fixedly at Thales, with a strange color in his eyes: "Although you are only a child, you don't look like you care much about my health."

Thales didn't speak, but just looked back at Ramon quietly.

"I do have some guesses," Thales said word by word, "I've seen divine arts and know what kind of process it is, but you don't seem to have the step of communicating with the gods..."

"Those powers, the power you use to cure diseases and save lives..."

Under the eyes of La Mengyi, Thales slowly expressed his biggest conjecture

"It's magic, right?"

Ramon remained expressionless, neither admitting nor denying it.

Thales knew the answer.

magic.

Thales exhaled softly in his heart.

This word has never been heard since he came into this world.

Until the night on Hongfang Street that changed his fate.

[A long time ago, there was only magic in the world, but no magic energy. 】

These are the words of Ashida.

【So, you don't even know the connection between mana and magic...】

These are the words of Giza.

It was true that the Exeters would not let anyone in the mission leave. But Thales is the prince of the stars after all, if he persists, then it is not impossible for Rumba to let go and let the irrelevant Ramon leave.

But Thales didn't do that.

Because Ramon might have what he wanted.

Thales had to find ways to figure out everything about him.

Rumana... and the magic that goes hand in hand with it.

Ramon chuckled.

Until Thales frowned impatiently.

"The Black Prophet doesn't know you well, and you're not his student, right?" The strange doctor stopped smiling, and asked slowly, "Otherwise, it's impossible for you not to know this."

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

He knew the crux of the problem.

"So," Thales looked at the Exeter soldiers around him, glanced at Ada who was bored at the door of the tent, then looked at Putilei and Wyah in the distance, and said calmly:

"Magic, is this a secret that can make the Black Prophet unable to sit still?"

Ramon didn't speak, just stared at him.

Thales suddenly laughed.

"I am a prince, and he is my father's subject," the second prince said. "Sometimes he would grant my request, that's all...he didn't tell me too much."

"It's really interesting," Ramon's eyes widened, his expression was weird and fanatical, just like the first time he saw Thales: "The new prince of the stars is actually interested in that kind of thing... Really too Interesting."

Thales frowned.

What's the meaning?

That's something I'm not supposed to know?

"Do you really want to know?"

Ramon's eyes widened and he clicked his tongue: "Morat will not be happy."

Thales clenched his fist lightly.

"I am the future supreme king of the stars," Thales felt his voice tremble slightly when he said "king":

"You think I care if he's happy or not?"

"Very good, very good, to explain magic to the prince of the stars, to the descendants of the empire," Ramon said with a strange smile, shaking his head and closing his eyes: "This is a good deal, and I can get a lot from it." pleasure."

Thales narrowed his eyes.

"Then we can start?" the prince said slowly.

Ramon snapped his eyes open.

"How is your history class, Your Highness?" Ramon said slowly:

"I mean, how did human beings rebel against the ancient orcs, defeat them in the battle for sainthood, and how did they negotiate peace with the ancient elves and ancient dwarves in the battle for survival, and finally rise in the history of the world?"

Thales blushed.

Well, since he was taken to Mindis Hall, he didn't have much time to study history.

"It's not good," Thales said slowly, "but I know that in the history of the confrontation between humans and orcs, we have awakened extraordinary power—the power of ending today, and the first batch of knights appeared..."

But Ramon cut him off.

"So, it's not just magic." The strange doctor looked at Thales brightly: "You don't even know the history of mages and magic towers, do you?"

Thales frowned.

"So" Ramon said with a chuckle, "Like the vast majority of people in the world, you live in the land of the gods, the seven hells, and the world that is intertwined with fear and self-deceiving lies."

lie?

fear?

"They—that's what the history books said: the glory of knights and the power of the end brought about the rise of mankind, and the long swords of warriors and the neighing of war horses freed us from the oppression and threat of the ancient orcs?" La The Mongolian language is profound and authentic.

Before Thales could answer, Ramon looked disgusted, and uttered a word firmly:

"lie."

"Shameless lies."

"A complete lie."

Thales was taken aback.

"It wasn't knights, superhumans, or terminating powers that made humans defeat orcs," Ramon said excitedly, "It's mages."

Ramon spread out his hand frantically, and shook it lightly in the void:

"It's magic."

Thales frowned slightly.

"You mean, what kind of extraordinary power, what kind of swordsmanship used by the Northern Army, and what kind of knights are all fake? They are actually vulnerable to orcs?" It is the mages and the magic they use that win the battle on the front line?"

"Magic... is it more powerful than the power of the end?" Thales asked slowly, pondering.

"Ha, you actually compare magic with the power of the end, just like those ignorant and ignorant people thousands of years ago." Ramon seemed not used to being interrupted, he snorted disdainfully: "Open your narrow mind One point! Your Royal Highness!"

"Magic is not a kind of power. It is not at the same level as the power of the end." Ramon shook his head, his eyes full of longing and reverence:

"It is a higher, deeper, greater being."

"It's not power?" Thales showed a puzzled look: "What exactly is magic? Spell? Energy? Knowledge? Element? Molecule? Spiritual power? Extraordinary abilities? Destructive power?"

Ramon looked at him quietly, the look in his eyes was actually full of contradictory and weird emotional combinations such as respect, admiration, arrogance, humility, and intoxication.

Thales has never seen that kind of look in the eyes of anyone in this world.

No... Thales was slightly taken aback, maybe he had seen it before.

In that dim chess room.

The figure in blue.

"Magic..." Ramon raised his hands and slowly opened them, like a believer kneeling and praying to the gods, trembling with excitement:

"Magic is a meaning, an attitude, a belief, and a principle of life," Doctor Strange stared at the void, as if there was his destination and dream there:

"A mage is a practitioner of this principle."

“They believe that everything in the world is meaningful, can be analyzed, and needs to be recognized—in this cognitive process, we, human beings, can become more perfect, greater, and more progressive , nearer to the truth,

"From the law of the sun's operation, to the mystery of the origin of life, to human behavior and rules, and the evolution and development of history, everything is in the category of magic... Magic is the sum of all knowledge, discovery and truth. , the advancement of magic will bring us a better future."

"For this reason, they entered the tent of the Shagu tribe and designed the first political system in history - the Shagu country;

They once stood beside Tacom, the first king of the north, to warn him of his relationship with the orcs;

They once stood behind the Jagged King and used their knowledge and experience to design and supervise the completion of the "last line of defense for mankind";

They have been sacrificed and defeated, constantly improving their weapons and skills, summarizing the experience and skills that each soldier has spontaneously comprehended, and perfecting the first set of unified "Northern Military Swordsmanship" in history;

They once noticed the potential in the human body, studied the birth and development of that power day and night, and named it "extraordinary power";

They worked hard on the battlefield of blood and fire, worked hard to study the skills of killing and improving the technology of healing;

They have worked tirelessly in iron and steel, created stirrups and saddles, and established the first cavalry, allowing the knights to have the speed and impact that would not be defeated by the orcs for the first time;

Of course, they have also developed their own power, discovering the truth of matter, interrogating the truth of spirit, mobilizing the energy of nature for their own use, converting external resources to serve human beings, the power of my hand is only the most insignificant part of it;

They even attacked together with the knights on the ice of the Quigul Glacier. In the impact of sacrifices, they completely ended the myth that the orc heavy infantry formation was invincible, making the battle of the saints the most magnificent scene in human history. ;

They even questioned the existence of gods and challenged the authority of the emperor;

Once, the three magic towers once represented the most wise and progressive existence in the world, detached and independent, even the supreme emperor and the powerful Myojin Church had to show their respect under the three towers;

The mage convinced many people that the world is worth pursuing, not only for power and status - but also for truth. "

Ramon lowered his hands slowly, his eyes already shed slight tears.

"This is a mage, this is magic." He choked up and said: "The history of the rise of mankind is the most important, most beautiful, and most precious chapter that has been forgotten by everyone."

"And now,"

Ramon lowered his head and said desolately:

"No one in the world remembers magic anymore."

"Only the unlucky and the lucky are left, through books and scrolls . . . lingering on the embers of magic."

Thales stared blankly at Ramon.

I don't even know that the branch in my hand is burning.

He couldn't believe what he had just heard.

All he could do was to widen his eyes and open his mouth as wide as he could.

magic.

Mage?

It wasn't any version of magic he'd ever heard in a previous life, not those swishing fireballs, not the exchange of chanting spells to get elemental responses, not using oneself as a psychic sponge, not the ritual of communicating with a being , not an acquired version of abilities, not for powerful and powerful.

Magic is a meaning.

a belief.

a principle.

Thales was completely stunned. At this moment, Ashida's words kept echoing in his brain:

[Mages are searching for the truth of the world, using various ingenious methods and wisdom to use the resources and energy of the world to serve a better world. 】

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