Kingdom’s Bloodline

"Your reaction is not right," Ashida leisurely pressed his slender and beautiful fingers, observing Thales' reaction, "The air pressure in the body has changed drastically..."

"Giza Trilman," the magician of air repeated lightly, "Why, does this name evoke any memories?"

Giza. .しwχS520.

Blood Mage.

Thales, with an unstable expression, revisited the extraordinary memory in the birch forest, which combined tension, horror, horror, nausea, perversion, and madness.

Also, the words left behind when the unreasonable lady disappeared in the darkness.

【I will never let you suffer】

The pale Star Prince woke up from the past, he looked up at Ashida, sighed and nodded.

"Not long ago, my dear Ms. Giza and I—one of the bosses of the Blood Bottle Gang that is widely rumored by the outside world," Thales said listlessly: "We had a relaxed and friendly conversation."

Ashida narrowed his eyes slightly, thoughts composed of magic energy slowly surging in his body.

Giza?

In this way, she has survived the threat of the Burning Wind Cannon, returned from weakness and deep sleep, and regained her consciousness.

Perhaps also regained the ability to eat.

Ashida's thoughts fluctuated slightly.

Since returning to the physical state, I have been following the boy's unique breath, chasing him from thousands of miles away.

I have never been in charge of the blood bottle gang.

That's right, compared to the value of this boy, the pawn of the Blood Bottle Gang is nothing but rubbish.

But now that Giza has returned...

Then maybe it's time for a long-lost conversation.

After all, this boy has appeared, and the plan of the Blood Bottle Gang may have to be delayed...

However, Thales' next words attracted the magician's attention again.

"Seeing my long-lost fellow magician, Ms. Giza expressed her uncontrollable joy to me," Thales observed Ashida's face, he took a deep breath, and then sighed heavily:

"And decided to kill me."

"To celebrate my first meeting with her."

After speaking, Thales saw Ashida frowning in a rare way.

This Qi magician who has been calm and unmoved since just now, rests his right hand on his left arm, pinches his delicate chin, and ponders slightly.

"To quote her exact words," Thales raised his hands, hooked four fingers together, made a quotation mark, raised his eyebrows and sarcastically said: "'This is for your own good'."

Ashida looked serious.

"you mean……"

"Giza knows that you are the future magician," the magician of Qi grasped the point keenly: "Still trying to kill you?"

The second prince looked into Ashida's eyes and nodded slightly.

"Obviously, she doesn't welcome my status as a magician," Thales shrugged, and sarcastically said, "I guess the magician industry is highly competitive, and it has reached the point where newcomers need to be suppressed?"

Ashida continued to ponder, Thales could feel that he was thinking carefully.

"I was lucky that day," Thales shook his head: "I can almost imagine the next time I meet her..."

After a while, the magician of qi raised his head solemnly.

"Well, that's a problem," Ashida replied indifferently, her eyes sparkling. "As a partner, I'll talk to her."

"Just like the old days."

Thales looked at Ashida's appearance, thinking that the conversation should be almost done.

At least, the animosity between the two has faded away.

It's time to discuss with him about his future plans.

In short, the risk of becoming a magician is too high, and you must not...

"very good."

At this moment, the Magician of Qi got up from the "chair" in the void, interrupting Thales's thoughts, with a blank expression:

"let's go."

Thales' complexion changed drastically.

"Go?" Thales rolled his eyes, breathing faster, "Where are you going?"

"Of course to take you out of here." The magician of air raised a hand, and the window of the bedroom was blown open, revealing the darkness outside the window, and the cold air and cold wind continued to seep in.

The little slippery boy, who was sleeping soundly by the bed, curled up unconsciously, licked his lips, and hugged the quilt a little tighter.

"Now... now?" Thales shivered, he squeezed his fist, and looked at Ashida in disbelief: "Is it, a little sudden?"

"At this moment, there are two complete and powerful legendary anti-demon armaments in Longxiao City," Ashida said slowly, "It's in the palace we are in."

Thales was taken aback, and he looked out the door.

"You wouldn't think that I would risk such a risk to come to you," the Magician of Qi sighed, "Just to sit down and chat, right?"

Thales frowned, his breathing accelerated uncontrollably.

What he was most worried about happened.

"Get ready to start your new life," Ashida nodded indifferently and said, "As a magician, you still have a long future and a long journey."

"Wait, it's me, but I still have a lot of questions," Thales scratched his head, desperately thinking of an excuse to delay time, "like the relationship between mages and magicians, and how do I become a magician? According to Giza, the sect of magicians, yes, there are also legendary anti-magic weapons..."

"You and I both know very well, child," Ashida shook his head ruthlessly, bluntly explaining his plan: "There is no benefit in unnecessary delay, even if your subordinates find something wrong and come to rescue you... "

"It will only be their misfortune—even the elf next door who breathes evenly and seems to be in the extreme realm is the same," the magician replied lightly:

"We proved thousands of years ago that even gods are helpless against magicians."

Thales was taken aback.

He looked at the open window, feeling the cold air pouring in from there.

Oops.

what to do?

"Wait..." Thales raised his head with a worried and anxious expression.

Never go with him.

He has to find a way to stay.

"The situation of the magician in the world is very bad, right?" Thales looked at the magician of Qi and sighed, "From the destruction of the ancient empire, to the battle of the end and the fission of the continent... maybe, follow you Not a good idea? Maybe I should stay and we can periodically..."

This time, Ashida looked down at him with subtle eyes.

Thales' heart tightened when he saw him, and he couldn't help but stop talking.

Ashida spoke slowly, with an erratic tone, but with a chilling aura:

"This world chooses to forget magic, forget the past, to suppress our numbers, so most people don't know what we are—such as my group of gangster idiots."

"Even the battle of the end, which people should be familiar with, has become a legend of heroes fighting against unknown disasters."

The magician put his hands behind his back: "However, those guys with status and power are still vigilant about our existence and regard us as the biggest threat."

"Whether it's magic or mana, they both hate it." Ashida narrowed her eyes slightly, "but that's why you have to come with me."

Thales looked at the other side with numbness.

Ashida's eyes were serious: "Once your identity is exposed, they won't care whether you are a prince or not—your fate will be worse than that of an orc who falls into the hands of humans."

Thales looked at Ashida in a daze.

He pursed his lips, thinking of the drama of the Night Temple's reenactment of the End War, Gilbert's words about the disaster, the disturbing Black Prophet, Ramon's hidden head and tail, and the mask of the yordle.

but……

Ten seconds later.

"No, I can't just walk away 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, some things cannot be simply left behind..."

But he was interrupted again by the magician.

"Let me tell you," Ashida smiled slightly, her eyes full of sarcasm: "Are you afraid of safety, so you don't want to become a magician..."

"Or is it because I don't want to part with the honorable status of the Prince of Stars?"

Thales was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

The magician of qi snorted coldly: "Even if you two months ago..."

"But a most humble beggar?"

At this moment, Thales' heart was really shaken.

reluctant to...

Star Prince...

Distinguished status...

Before his eyes, the night when he first arrived at Mindis Hall, the strong figure announced that he was the only remaining heir of the stars.

Gilbert and Jodl knelt on one knee in front of them.

Wyah leaned against his chest and swore to himself to die.

Rolf signed "Obey" with his clumsy sign language.

And the surging crowd under the Hall of Stars, and the deafening cheers that reached the sky.

Thales clenched his fist unconsciously.

"If I had come to you when you were a beggar," Ashida said in a slow and not heavy voice, but Thales felt the pressure inexplicably: "You will still react like this ?"

Thales took a deep breath.

He thought of the trembling beggars in the sixth room.

Think of the yearly struggle in cold and hunger.

Think of Maurice's ferocious wolfhound.

Think of Quaid's ferocious expression, think of Rick's mysterious smile.

"When you spend your days indulging in the title of prince, or struggling in the misery of a beggar, when you go back and forth between the joys and pains of the two," Ashida stared at him coldly, "Have you ever wondered what you really are?"

"When you are stripped of all the definitions given by others, and all the situations in which you exist, what is left of you?"

"A prince honored by blood? A beggar who was born humble and unfortunate? A precocious genius child? A poor man who is struggling and trying to change his destiny?" Ashida looked down at his expression.

Thales' breathing gradually accelerated.

noble prince.

A lowly beggar.

A grand and magnificent palace, a life without worrying about food and clothing, and subordinates who obey orders.

Dilapidated dilapidated houses, daily life of cold, hunger and typhoid fever, thugs who beat and scolded at every turn.

Heaven and earth and cloud mud.

"I..." He opened his mouth slightly, subconsciously wanting to refute.

But he found that the words came to his lips, but he couldn't speak them.

Thales stared blankly at the ground.

Do you really think so?

Inseparable, reluctant, the dignity of the prince?

"Child, you have to understand that to become a magician," the magician of qi said coldly, "you have to wave goodbye to the past—no matter how brilliant and unforgettable it is."

"Don't let the past hold you back, discard it decisively, and you will finally be sublimated."

Thales grabbed his chest subconsciously.

It seems that the wound that was burnt with Mindis silver coins is aching again.

The inscription on the silver coin reappeared in my mind: Kings are not honored by blood.

"Magician is not a profession, not a job, not a title," Ashida said decisively: "The meaning it represents is far beyond your imagination-this is an unprecedented choice, and it is you who find it. An opportunity to recognize oneself and reshape oneself."

"Now you have such an opportunity to make your own choice," the magician walked in front of him, stretching his hand to his face, "choose to return to your original life, continue your seemingly realistic, seemingly Practical, but in fact there is no choice, no freedom, a life of confusion, confusion and no idea of ​​the future..."

Ashida's hand stopped in front of his nose, turned the palm over, and a blue light flashed from above, swirling around the magician's palm, and finally formed dark blue light balls.

Just like that night on Red Square Street.

"Choose your own heart," the magician's words continued: "Choose to take a look, see how far you can climb, and what kind of scenery can you see in the end?"

"Discover who you really are?"

Thales frowned deeply as he looked at the ball of light in Ashida's hand.

how far can climb...

what kind of scenery...

Who is it...

Ashida slowly clenched his fist, and with his movements, the ball of light annihilated in the hands of the magician.

A gust of air blew across Thales' face.

The magician's eyes changed: "This is what my guide said thousands of years ago when he guided me on the road of magic energy when I was confused."

Thales listened to Ashida's words with an ugly expression, clenching his fists tighter and tighter.

"And now, a thousand years later, I will be your guide and guide you to become the most miraculous existence in the world," Ashida nodded slightly: "Believe me, what a magician can achieve is not only infinite life and boundless power—that was but the tiniest of added gifts."

The magician of air slowly raised his arms, and said in an ethereal and mysterious tone: "The world we can see, the field of vision we can touch, and everything we can feel are far beyond what any other existence can imagine—in Under that, the light of the gods, the glory of the sacrifice, and the honor of the king are all dwarfed by comparison, small and boring."

Terrified Thales lowered his head.

Ashida lowered her arms, looked at Thales, nodded slowly with firm eyes:

"We should go."

The next moment, Thales was floating in mid-air before he could react!

Thales turned pale with fright, and was about to speak when he realized that the field of vision in front of him changed drastically!

With the howling of the wind, the chill invaded from the bare skin, and the cold wind poured into his mouth and nose.

No!

etc!

I have not……

Thales wanted to speak, but there was nothing he could do. He just felt himself start to spin, not knowing where was the sky and where was the earth.

Ashida took him and flew out of the window.

Thales gritted his teeth in pain in the high sky. The scenery in front of him changed from a small bedroom to the vast snow under the moonlight and the majestic mountains.

And slowly shrinking and receding in his field of vision...

Palace of Heroes.

————

Nikolai the Meteorite stood in the Hall of Heroes with an ugly expression on his face.

His eyes were fixed on the hideous spear on the ledge.

Killing Soul Gun.

"Buzz..."

A low and fast tremolo came.

Several members of the White Blade Guard around Nicolai looked at the gun in surprise.

The legendary soul-killing gun is—— trembling?

Nikolai narrowed his eyes, he stepped forward, and put his hand on the Soul Slaying Gun.

The commander of the White Blade Guard felt the sensation in his hand.

Then he let out a heavy sigh.

"Immediately sound the alarm for the Palace of Heroes," Nikolai suddenly raised his head, serious and dignified, "The highest!"

"We're in big trouble."

A guard next to him frowned.

Top class?

But he still nodded respectfully, turned and left.

"Block the gates of the Palace of Heroes leading to the ax area and the spear area, and count all patrolling personnel, whether they are palace guards or white-bladed guards." Nicolai turned around and pulled out the white-handled knife behind his back.

It was a special knife.

The blade is bright silver with a grayish edge and a dark brass spine.

The arc of the knife is different from the unique white blade of the White Blade Guard. From the handle to the tip of the knife, there are two curved arcs.

"I want everyone to report back every five minutes—in case someone disappears, I want to know where he disappeared within five minutes," Nikolai said, holding a blade with his face as cold as ice, giving orders to his subordinates as he walked. : "We will go to His Majesty's bedroom immediately."

The members of the guard who sent the order disappeared in an instant, and soon, there were large and small voices of urgent passwords from far and near.

"What's the matter, boss?" A deputy next to Nikolai frowned and asked him, "The Soul Slayer Gun is..."

"Well, the situation is not good," the meteorite walked faster and faster, his pale face was flushed, "the gun of killing souls will not warn for no reason."

"It's recorded in the "Book of White Blade", the last time it was so loud was more than 600 years ago."

His deputy grimaced.

"More than six hundred years ago?" the deputy repeated in disbelief.

As the order was issued, there were more and more soldiers passing orders around, the passwords became more and more urgent, and the atmosphere became more and more tense.

"Yes, more than six hundred years ago," Nicolai calmly walked towards the king's bedroom, raised the blade in his hand, and said awe-inspiringly:

"As a soul-killing gun..."

"It's still in the hands of His Majesty Nakaru..."

"When going through the end battle."

————

Thales desperately opened his eyes amidst the howling wind, trying to see the scene in front of him clearly.

But he could only see the figure of Ashida in front of him, and his fluttering robe.

After a few seconds, he could feel them falling sharply.

at this moment.

"Shua!"

A hasty and sharp sound broke through the wind!

"Pass!"

There was a muffled sound.

Thales didn't understand what happened, he just felt his vision shake for a while.

The next moment, he rolled and fell on the soft snow.

The shoulder was rubbed sorely.

Damn.

Thales coughed fiercely, cursing his luck in the bottom of his heart, while struggling to get up.

hateful!

What happened?

Why did you slam on the brakes again?

He shivered in the falling snow.

Then, the Prince of Stars was stunned.

He lifted his neck as high as he could.

Under the moonlight, he found a huge statue in front of his eyes.

Almost several stories high.

It was a heroic warrior, holding a spear, with a heroic and compassionate expression.

That's the statue of Nakaju X.

Thales woke up suddenly - they were at the highest peak of Dragon Clouds City, the Cliff of the Sky.

He turned around and found that the entire Dragon Clouds City was under his feet.

I see.

The statue of the hero Nakaru looks so small below.

And when it's really in front of your eyes...

At this moment, Ashida's voice sounded, interrupting his thoughts abruptly.

"Do you really think I can't find you?" Ashida sighed, her voice seemed dissatisfied: "Whether it was just now in the Palace of Heroes or in the air, I was deliberately avoiding you."

Thales turned his head in surprise and saw Ashida standing under the statue.

He was facing off with a dark figure on the opposite side.

That's—Thales narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure—who is it?

"Because I'm really not in the mood to play with you today." Ashida shook her head, her eyes sharp: "You monster who can't die."

The magician narrowed his eyes and grinned:

"Black Sword."

What?

black……

black……

Thales was shocked!

black sword?

Thales took a step forward and looked at the figure in disbelief.

In his impression, this title represents...

Brothers of the Black Street...

The legendary...

Under the moonlight, the figure slowly stepped out.

Under the moonlight, he raised a weird long sword that was pitch black.

"What a coincidence." The expressionless man turned sideways, slightly lowered his head towards Ashida, and the moonlight could only cast on his black robe.

Only in the dark revealed a pair of shining eyes.

Shoot the magician directly.

"I'm not in the mood either."

"You unkillable monster."

Hei Jian's pair of pupils released a chilling cold light:

"Ashida."