Kingdom’s Bloodline

First date?

Do not... get to the bottom of it?

Thales showed a puzzled and puzzled expression.

"Magic energy is the basis and root of our existence—it is also the reason why we are called magicians."

"Never, never, never, don't ask another magician's understanding of magic energy, and don't reveal your own understanding of magic energy to any magician," Ashida said with cold eyes, using three consecutive ' Forever', emphasizing his attitude at the moment:

"This is 'not to get to the bottom of each other'."

"Magic energy? Understanding of magical energy?" Thales couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he heard the words: "So that's the weakness of a magician. After your 'foundation and root' is figured out, you will be replaced by others." A magician attacking?"

However, Ashida just maintained his cold gaze, staring at Thales steadfastly.

For several seconds.

"What's the matter?" Thales felt hairy when he stared at him.

"What you are doing now is trying to probe my understanding of magic power," Ashida finally said silently, but what he said shocked his audience: "Among magicians, this will be regarded as To declare war."

Thales was startled, and shrank back unconsciously.

Is this... a declaration of war?

Thales immediately remembered the words of the blood mage - the civil war of the mage.

"Okay, okay, I don't ask." The second prince could only shrug his shoulders nervously and said: "So magicians can't talk about magic power? Then everyone's daily relationship is to meet and say hello, hello, goodbye, eat What, and then go their own way, do not communicate with each other..."

"This is no joke."

Ashida interrupted him coldly.

"The three major covenants of the magician are summed up by our predecessors in the long history with countless experiences and examples, no matter which one is violated," the magician of air flashed his eyes, causing Thales' spine to tremble. Slightly shivering: "All will bring bad, serious, and unpredictable consequences."

Thales was stunned, and couldn't help asking in a daze: "What will be the consequences?"

"You'll know,

Ashida shook her head: "Now, you only need to remember the original agreement and that it must never be violated." "

Thales sighed: "What about the two major contracts?"

"You are still far from the level of knowing them." Ashida still shook her head mysteriously: "When you become a magician and find your 'threshold name', I will tell you—don't ask me' What is the 'threshold name', you will know it together when the time comes."

Thales, who was just about to speak, had to hang his head in disappointment when he heard the words.

"Okay, then at least...can you answer one question for me?"

Ashida nodded slightly, her face seemed to relax a little.

"When I use that—that's what you call 'magic energy'," Thales showed a worried look, "the effect is different every time, but almost every time I use it, there is severe pain. The last few times it even nearly killed me."

As Thales said, several scenes that worried him appeared in front of his eyes.

The shackles on Rolf in the dungeon of Vinegrass Manor.

In front of the Fuxing Palace, that young supernatural assassin and his warm beating... heart.

In front of the muzzle of Heisha Ling's mana gun, red light scattered around, and Araka's immovable bow.

Thales squeezed his fist secretly: "What's going on?"

He suddenly noticed that after hearing his words, Ashida frowned slightly - the magician's face was usually indifferent, but this highlighted his unusual expression changes.

"'Use'?" After a while, Ashida narrowed her eyes, shook her head and grinned, as if she didn't believe his words:

"You haven't even touched the gate of the magician, how can you use magic?"

Thales was slightly taken aback.

"That's right, do you still remember that time on Red Square Street? You squeezed me..." The second prince rubbed his hands embarrassingly, observed Ashida's expression, and decided not to describe what happened that night in detail, " Anyway, we blew up a house, and you found out that I have the physique of a magician or something... that's how it felt at that time..."

"Later, I discovered that as long as I bleed, I can use that power, and it's the same feeling..."

Ashida's complexion changed slightly again.

The room was silent for a few seconds, and Ashida stared at the ground, seemingly thinking.

"No." After a while, the magician of qi raised his head and said seriously: "Your performance that night, we are used to call..."

"'out of control'."

Ashida pursed her lips.

"Yes! Out of control!" Thales clapped his hands suddenly: "I remembered, you said that word that night..."

out of control……

The next moment, Thales turned pale and did not continue.

He suddenly understood what the magician meant.

out of control.

"Out of control," Thales murmured with a shocked expression, "Out of control?"

Ashida looked at him silently, with an unclear expression in her eyes.

"You mean, this kind of power, this so-called magic energy..." Thales frowned, and his breathing accelerated, "Is it uncontrollable?"

"I can't actively 'use' it?"

Ashida narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was a little surprised that Thales reacted so quickly.

"At least at your current stage," Ashida shook her head, confirming Thales' conjecture: "No."

Thales looked at Ashida suspiciously.

"Impossible, I can use it every time I bleed," Thales gritted his teeth and rubbed his head: "It feels like I had a chaotic dream and then woke up..."

At this moment, the magician's expression changed.

He suddenly raised a finger.

The next second, Thales' voice stopped, and then he felt the air around him stagnate, and then he could no longer breathe in air!

Thales looked at Ashida who raised her finger in shock!

However, the magician just looked at the prince coldly.

Not a word.

how?

Thales covered his neck and opened his mouth vigorously, but still couldn't get any air.

It was as if the surrounding gas had frozen.

Want to suffocate me?

Thales opened his mouth in vain, but couldn't make any sound. He could only show an angry expression towards Ashida until his face flushed from lack of oxygen.

Just when Thales was about to reach out for the dagger, Ashida finally lowered her fingers slowly.

The air moved again.

"Huh..." Thales finally took a breath of air, collapsed on the chair, and panted heavily.

"Why!" Thales, who regained the air, looked up at Ashida with anger and resentment.

"Have you forgotten so soon?" The magician leaned forward and stared into his eyes, his face remained unchanged but his tone was cold: "What did I just tell you?"

"What did you say? We just met..." Thales was taken aback for a moment before realizing: "Oh, yes."

"Yes." Thales murmured, remembering what Ashida said.

"The first appointment with magic energy," his face drooped, and he sighed:

"Do not delve into each other."

Damn.

Ashida stared at him deeply and nodded slowly.

"Don't forget again."

The magician took a deep look at Thales before sitting back in his "seat".

After what happened just now, Thales was in an extremely bad mood and continued to straighten out his breathing.

At the same time, the vigilance that had been lowered a little bit was raised to the highest level again.

hateful.

This guy... Sure enough, he can't be regarded as a normal person.

While Thales was slandering, Ashida bowed her head silently, her expression unclear.

There was an eerie silence between the two.

"Except for your own feeling and understanding of that power and state." After a long while, Ashida finally said, "Tell me all the times you've taken the initiative to 'lose control'."

Thales sighed and spoke eloquently.

A few minutes later.

"Except for the first time — it doesn't look like it's out of control at all."

"Can you use mana in the unconscious 'contact' stage?" Only to hear Ashida ponder: "It's too strange."

"This is the first time I've heard of it—it should be said that there has never been such an example in the history of magicians."

"Is it accompanied by gradually increasing damage and burden on the body?"

Ashida's eyes flickered, as if she was deep in thought.

For a moment, Thales dared to swear that he saw a glimmer of blue light passing by from the magician's eyes.

Thales slowed down his breathing, feeling tense in his heart.

It felt like waiting for a doctor to read a medical certificate.

"However, every magician is unique." Finally, Ashida raised her head with a flat expression: "Maybe you are a special one among them, and I don't know."

"But until we go step by step, you don't need to use magic anymore-I don't want you to become a corpse before you become a magician."

A special one?

Why, why am I special?

Thales sighed secretly in his heart.

Speaking of this, Thales suddenly felt a move in his heart.

He thought of a key thing.

"By the way, Mr. Ashida," Thales said hesitantly, "Excuse me..."

Ashida narrowed her eyes, waiting for his question.

"If you've lived for so long, you must know your kind...well, colleagues," Thales paused, and finally gritted his teeth: "Excuse me, do you know a magician?"

"Her name is..." He took a deep breath:

"Serangirana."

Ashida's face remained unchanged.

Thales raised his head, looked directly into Ashida's eyes, his eyes were burning:

"Probably my mother."

"And why I'm so special—why."

Ashida leaned back in the void.

There was another ten seconds of silence between the two of them.

In the silence, Thales could even hear his own heartbeat.

But he didn't urge, but looked at Ashida with apprehension, waiting for his answer.

This could be the perfect opportunity to unravel the mysteries of your own constitution and origins.

Thales looked at the magician and thought to himself: Don't waste it.

What's more - he has long doubted the identity and... race of his birth mother in this life.

When Thales was distracted, Ashida's voice sounded slowly.

"Why do you think so?"

The magician said indifferently: "Why do you think your mother is a magician?"

Thales was slightly taken aback.

"I can only inherit the magician's physique from her, isn't it?" Thales rubbed his head and said nervously: "And I was thinking, if my magician's physique is inherited, will it be My mother too..."

besides……

Thales worriedly thought of his strange and rough physique, his abnormal brain capacity, and those past life memories that were often retrieved piece by piece in the form of flashbacks.

More than these.

From King Kessel, Gilbert, and Ginny's secretiveness about their mother, to the suspicious dialogue between King Kessel and Priest Lisia in the blood ceremony, to the fear and hatred shown by the Priest to his mother, and Yodel The words "entangled with misfortunes" spoken in Mindyth Hall...

Doesn't all of this indicate that——

"impossible."

A clear male voice sounded, and Thales was taken aback, looking at Ashida in front of him.

Ashida looked him in the eyes and shook her head gravely and decisively.

"First," Ashida said with indifferent eyes, "the physique of a magician is not inherited, it has nothing to do with blood. There have been experiments done by mages, and they divided 5,000 people into five groups—forget it, you won't Those who want to know this, always, magicians are not inherited."

Thales frowned slightly.

"Second," Ashida closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again: "Magicians are no longer ordinary creatures—once we fully become magicians, there will be a huge change in our physique. They are different, but they have one thing in common: they can no longer have offspring with other races."

Thales opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Third," Ashida's face was solemn, and her tone was decisive: "Besides you, there are fourteen existing magicians in the world—including the sealed ones—and I have met each of them, but There is no magician with that name."

Thales stared at him blankly.

Fourteen magicians.

so little?

And, none of them are...

"Anyway."

"Your mother," Ashida shook her head with certainty, her tone was firm: "It cannot be a magician."

Hearing these words, Thales paused for ten seconds.

Then, he nodded absently.

I see.

"So, there is no magician named Serangirana," Thales exhaled, and for some reason, he seemed to loosen a tight string:

"And a magician, is it impossible to have offspring?"

He leaned back in his chair with a sense of disappointment, thinking deeply about the mystery of his origin.

A few seconds later, Thales let out a breath and smiled self-deprecatingly.

This can be regarded as letting go of a doubt.

A doubt that has lingered in my mind for a long time.

But at the same time, Ashida shook her head again.

"However, strictly speaking," Ashida crossed her hands, and after thinking for a while, said slowly: "There is still a magician who has the ability to create life—although I don't think that's true." Fertility'."

Thales felt a chill in his heart.

The second prince's pupils shrank, and he slowly raised his head: "Who?"

Ashida separated her clasped hands and raised her head.

"A grumpy lady." Ashida smiled clearly.

Then, the magician said a name.

A name that made Thales change color.

"Giza Trilman," Ashida said indifferently:

"Blood magician."