Kingdom’s Bloodline

"Being too superstitious about gods is also a sin, this statement..."

Thales took a deep breath, and asked this playful and disrespectful joke gracefully:

"Priest Megan, does your goddess agree?"

However, Megan smiled, with a relaxed and freehand tone:

"An excellent teacher will not like a student who respects him first, takes him as his life, borrows his power, and counts on his rescue without self-awareness and no progress."

Megan glanced at Gilbert indifferently.

And Gilbert, who was already numb, didn't even bother to change his expression anymore.

Megan speaks with a long heart:

"Believers in God should be more humble. This kind of humility also covers how you view God and faith."

Thales thought about it.

really weird.

The familiar feeling from before... came again.

"So, magic, and wizards."

Thales tried hard to recall his original intention, and tried to bring the topic back to the aspects he was interested in:

"What is the status of these things that have disappeared in history for a long time in your eyes?"

"Victim? Perpetrator? A puppet of the Way of the Youngest, or the soil and the cradle?"

"What led to the prohibition and taboo of magic?"

Megan thought for a moment.

"Historically, in the eyes of some traditional and conservative monk brothers, magic is the culprit, and it deserves to be condemned by thousands of people, and it deserves death."

Thales nodded "as expected".

But Megan turned her head and smiled:

"But it seems to me that maybe not so."

Thales was curious again.

"Although rebellious and disrespectful to our gods, although arrogance has brought evil results, many mages—even the unfortunate practitioners of the way of young children—are respectable warriors and pioneers. Significance."

Megan nodded slowly, smiled and said:

"Their self-confidence and perseverance affect not only themselves."

"I believe that the reason why magic appears must be God's intention and gift."

Thales froze for a moment.

He stared upwards and blew on his forehead hair.

Nia on the side almost laughed out loud, but the clever little nun turned it into a cough in time.

"What's more, they also affected us - the firstborn son of God."

Megan didn't care about the prince's expression. She looked around the main study room in Mindis Hall and sighed:

"Look at the name of our class: Theology class."

"But you know what?"

"A long time ago, the church—no matter which church—had no so-called theology. In the eyes of many brothers and sisters at that time, God is omnipotent, and practice is the only way. How can there be a way of learning?"

theology.

Thales suddenly realized something.

"Until mages gained power and magic ruled, countless problems from the three towers—a few organizations among mages—began to threaten our existence: why do gods believe in them? Why do gods think they are gods? Why do gods exist?"

Megan's words were very calm.

But Thales took a deep breath.

Three towers.

really.

Megan said with great interest:

"Their doubts and rebuttals force us to no longer narrowly focus on practice and action, but to seek belief and spirit, and to go deeper into the scope of theory and exploration, and self-improvement."

Thales smiled and nodded to Megan.

He got it.

The familiar feeling just now... is not a coincidence.

Humble, reflective, vigilant...

That was, that was the familiarity that Ashida felt when he was lecturing.

At the same time, in Megan's speech today, the concepts and opinions of the Sunset Temple are displayed...

That is by no means the result of a certain religion, a certain church, or some believers working behind closed doors for thousands of years.

It is the result and product of countless talented people who have faced the challenges of mages for thousands of years, under the persecution and urging of magic.

Thales bit his lower lip lightly.

As the old crow said, it is like Exter and the stars interacting and shaping each other in a long-term confrontation.

magic.

For thousands of years, they have also been one of the heroes who have shaped faith, churches and temples into the status quo in the struggle and confrontation.

But it portends more than that.

Just listen to Megan continue:

"This is just an example—because the way of the young son is not only born in magic, it may also be born in the church, so every prosperity of magic and mages, every decline of faith and temples, can prompt people of insight in the church We started to reflect."

"Prompt them to let go of their prejudices and attachments, abandon conventions and formalities, and truly listen to the oracle devoutly."

Priest Megan looked straight at Thales:

"Self-reflection"

"The Reformed Church."

"Seize the opportunity."

Megan said deeply:

"Just like the holy priestess Jiede a thousand years ago, after being ravaged and raped by the army, she hanged herself in the dilapidated church and saw the mysterious message of St. Errol, so she risked her beheading and stopped Kai. The mount of Thur VI - later the 'Poison Emperor'."

"Just like Brother Mohasa, the prophet seven hundred years ago, when he was dying on the battlefield after the disaster, he heard the decree of the goddess of the setting sun, stretched out his helping hand, and found the destined king of revival."

Hearing this, Thales noticed that the expression on Gilbert's face began to look ugly again.

"then……"

"Even when magic is prevalent, mages control the court, monopolize knowledge, and despise the rest, even in the years when the way of the youngest is most respected, powerful and domineering..."

Megan's expression was quite moved:

"The believers of the gods still stick to their faith, sweeping the dilapidated churches and temples, only leaving one more choice for the blind and impulsive human beings who are self-confident and arrogant."

"Therefore, after the Myojin Church, there is the Church of the Holy Sun, and after the War of the End, there is the Temple of the Sunset."

Not paying attention to the old priest's expression, Thales shifted his gaze to Sister Nia.

The prince raised the corners of his lips and released a bright smile at her.

The little nun noticed the prince's smile.

She trembled slightly, and subconsciously turned around to avoid it, revealing her red ears.

But that's enough.

Thales looked over Nia and landed on the luggage on the ground that she revealed after she turned around.

That's... an ancient metal nameplate belonging to King Ansett's tomb.

Thales raised the corner of his mouth, ignoring the fact that Nia was even more flustered.

For thousands of years, after the World Purification Project, traces of magic and mages have been left behind, not just Kingdom Secrets.

Also includes their biggest rivals.

"So Thales, what is magic?"

Thales was in a daze for a moment and didn't pay attention.

But luckily the kind Meghan didn't ask him to answer::

"Magic is a mirror. The disaster it brings through the way of the youngest son makes us realize its absurdity and the wrong path we may go, forcing us to face up to our own weaknesses, discover a better self, and return to the way of the eldest son." Dao—as I said, the old and the young, the two are dependent on each other and prove their importance to each other.”

yes.

Like Megan said.

Magic is like a mirror.

Likewise, faith and the church are mirrors of magic.

Reflecting, displaying, and retaining the marks of their thousand-year-old rivals.

Is not it?

Thinking of this, Thales looked at the luggage behind Nia, looked at the outline of the ancient nameplate, and smiled more sincerely.

Nia avoided the prince's unscrupulous gaze, bent down stiffly, picked up the teapot tremblingly, and went to refill Meghan's already full cup of tea.

Megan's words sounded again:

"Even... the sorrow of magic is the trial we must pass on the road, and it is the bitter fruit that naturally arises when we indulge in our own sins for a long time without knowing it."

"It is the anger and punishment that the gods sent to us when we betrayed the true meaning of faith, distorted the will of the gods, ignored our own glory, and fell into the trap of the way of the young child."

"That's what it means to us, and maybe to the world."

Having said that, Megan couldn't help but sigh:

"The road of faith is not always smooth. Everyone will encounter setbacks, and every era has fallen into darkness, but we believe that every setback is just a test of God. In order to strengthen our faith and loyalty, they rely on the dispute between the elders and the young. Show us the way humanity should walk."

"For believers in God, faith is always in danger, doubts are always there, and disputes between the elders and the young are always there."

Looking at the setting sun outside the window, she said gratefully:

"But as long as the fire of the eldest son is not extinguished..."

"The misfortune of the youngest son will come to an end."

Silence returned to the room.

The sky outside the window is gradually darkening: dusk is approaching,

"Megan sacrifice, I have to say."

Thales spoke suddenly, with half sincerity and half deliberation:

"What you talked about today is indeed thought-provoking and has a long aftertaste."

Megan smiled, and bowed politely to Thales:

"If I can inspire you a little bit, it is my luck, and it is a gift from the goddess."

Thales nodded gratefully:

"So, if I have doubts in the future, can I go to the Sunset Temple and ask you in person?"

Clap!

Everyone in the room was startled.

It's Nia.

She didn't know when she broke the teacup and was picking it up on the ground in a hurry, her ears behind the veil were extremely red.

All the people present had extraordinary self-restraint, the three of them just glanced at it, then turned their eyes away and turned a blind eye.

"It's a great honor, Your Highness, the Goddess of the Sun accepts every believer who wants to get close to her."

Meghan looked in a good mood:

"You are welcome to visit me at any time, you don't even need to invite me in advance, I will let Nia greet me."

"ah!"

The three turned their gazes again.

It was Nia who pricked her finger while picking up the pieces on the carpet. She was covering the wound and looked up at Megan with tears in her eyes.

Megan gave the little nun a displeased look, and the latter stood up nervously.

"So……"

The elder priest coughed, stood up, and regained his amiable state:

"Let's call it a day."

Thales also stood up, smiling as before:

"So fast?"

Very good.

Megan smiled and pointed to the sky:

"The setting sun has passed, and the dark night is coming."

Her tone was a little deep:

"However, the starry sky is bright, and it heralds a thousand things."

"Inconceivable."

Thales blinked:

"Is this a prophecy?"

The one with flattery?

"No one can prophesy except God's prophets and messengers," Megan smiled softly:

"But even a prophecy is only a prophecy."

Thales didn't understand the logic of this nagging, so he just continued to smile.

"Besides, Ms. Ji Ni told me to give you more time to rest."

This made Thales move slightly:

"Do you know Miss Ginny?"

"I know a lot of people," Meghan said with emotion, "and I have seen a lot of things."

"However, what God knows and has seen will only be more."

"However, they just keep silent and bless the living beings."

Thales could only smile politely again.

God will... bless living beings?

The boy pinched the scar on his left palm.

The scar that was cut open many times due to the use of magic energy was difficult to remove.

All right.

If there is a god.

Thales thought sarcastically.

Then it must not know me.

After watching Megan and Nia go away, Gilbert slowly walked up.

He looked at the broken teacup on the ground and sighed slowly.

"It seems that, respected Priest Megan, today is really a bumper harvest."

Gilbert's words are polite and his tone is appropriate.

It just sounds a little...

Sour?

Thales smiled slightly:

"Guess, if I said earlier that I would visit them often in the temple, would she have dismissed get out of class early?"

Thales raised his eyebrows.

"so……"

Gilbert looked at Thales intriguingly: "Did you understand her lessons?"

Thales shrugged, raised his right hand, and rubbed the gap between his thumb and index finger:

"A little bit."

Gilbert's eyes lit up.

"That's good."

Gilbert nodded understandingly, the sourness in his tone was finally less.

The Foreign Secretary squinted out the door:

"Excuse me, Your Highness."

He stared over there, without looking at Thales:

"I have to catch up and have a not-so-pleasant conversation with Priest Megan."

Gilbert chased the guest away with a sullen expression.

Thales smiled.

He sat down again, thinking about the harvest of today's class.

"Um, Your Highness?"

"Did you do anything to that little nun?"

Thales raised his eyes and found that it was Doyle, not the usual servants, who came in to help him light the eternal lamp after nightfall.

(Mallos, the watchman with squinting eyes and folded arms, lectured afterwards: "So you said, because the servants didn't come, you were forced to go in and help His Highness light the lamps...and the reason why the servants didn't come is because you sent them to light the lamps— —D.D, don’t you think there’s something wrong with your explanation?”)

Doyle said puzzledly:

"It's just that I noticed...she kept looking back at you when she left, looking very scared..."

Thales frowned:

"I didn't do anything?"

Doyle lit a lamp, thoughtful, his expression gradually changed:

"Oh well."

"But that scary old lady..."

Thales raised his head again.

As the lights came on, Doyle murmured:

"I'm close... I couldn't help but listen to it. You know, the eldest son and the youngest son depend on each other... She makes sense, doesn't she?"

Thales stretched his arms and raised the corners of his mouth:

"Makes sense?"

Seeing that the Duke's interest was brought up, Doyle quickly turned around to talk:

"Yeah... She said that she was very tolerant towards that Lao Shizi's magic. She was neither hostile nor discriminatory. She was very gentle and spoke much better than the old monk my family invited. Believers of demons, summoning disasters to destroy the world' and such..."

Thales thought for a moment, then snorted lightly:

"Aside from her tone, I don't see any softening in her position."

Doyle was taken aback:

"ah?"

"But she didn't completely deny magic. She also reflected on the church's own mistakes, saying that magic and mages are the driving force for their progress..."

Listening to D.D's words, Thales' expression changed several times.

A few seconds later, after Doyle's voice gradually weakened, Thales spoke again.

"Sure enough, Gilbert was right."

Thales sighed:

"Grammar class is really important."

Doyle's smile froze:

"What?"

Thales leaned back in the chair, looked at the confused Doyle in front of him, smiled and said:

"According to Priest Megan, this is no longer a question of whether magic is good or bad..."

Thales spoke, but showed a thoughtful expression:

"If the church and the faith are corrupt, it must be that they have gone astray and fallen into the ways of young children."

He pondered:

"Similarly, if magic is beneficial, it must be he who uses it, who finds the right way, and follows the way of the firstborn."

Doyle rolled his eyes.

"mild?"

Thales repeated it, humming intriguingly:

"In fact, I couldn't find a tougher stance than that."

Doyle first tried to understand, and then squeezed out an expression of "Oh, that's it".

"That's right, Priest Megan neither hostile nor discriminates against magic."

Thales didn't pay attention to Doyle's expression, but said in a daze:

"on the contrary."

"She wants to use the name of the gods..."

"Master the magic."

Thales looked out the window with deep eyes:

At dusk, the setting sun is about to disappear on the horizon.

and……

[What dominates the prohibition and taboo of magic? 】

Thinking back on this, Thales asked himself the question twice from the beginning to the end of the class.

Megan didn't answer either.

Is it because I am getting older and have a bad memory?

Or... coincidence?

Doyle blinked in puzzlement, a little confused about how to flatter him next.

But Thales ignored him, just snorted softly, and packed up the "Acts of the Setting Sun" that was found on the table for class but was never used from beginning to end.

It seems that the self-cultivation of church believers is not that simple...

"And I have reason to believe that some people will be very low if they hear these words-fuck you!"

Thales' soliloquy suddenly turned into a loud exclamation!

This aroused vigilance around, and Doyle was also taken aback.

"Your Highness?"

The figures of Glover and Zonavide rushed into the study, looking vigilant.

"Are you all right?"

Doyle even rushed to His Highness in two or three steps, glaring angrily, and pressed his sword loyally.

"What happened?"

Thales took a deep breath and stabilized his emotions, but his face turned blue and his eyes opened angrily.

"fine."

Thales raised his head, his sitting posture was very unnatural.

"You go out."

He finished the sentence with a gloomy face.

Glover and Zonavide breathed a sigh of relief.

After scanning the study, they checked the windows and bookcases, including the outrageously large eternal oil clock, and then prepared to leave vigilantly.

"You, are you sure?"

But Doyle's attention was always on Thales, his face was full of tension: "Your Highness, your complexion is not very good."

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Thales took another breath.

"Yeah," Thales gritted his teeth in pain and said:

"Some hair in my pants, strangled by some vital organ."

"It hurts."

Thales glared, and hissed under his throat:

"Can you help me?"

The room was silent for a second.

"No problem at all--"

In a hurry to ask for credit, he didn't pay attention to what the prince said, and he didn't pay attention to the low-pressure D.D around the prince. He walked forward with a proud face, but was suddenly dragged back by Glover.

Glover hesitated for a few seconds before hesitating:

"Then...we won't bother you."

Even the expression of the "zombie" that has remained unchanged for thousands of years is a little embarrassing at the moment:

"Let's retreat and give Your Highness a little... private space."

Thales smiled stiffly, then waved his hand stiffly.

It was only then that Doyle came to his senses. He was equally embarrassed and smiled shyly, and couldn't help but glance at Thales' body below the desk:

"Oh, okay, then...you should be careful when you handle it yourself, you can still if necessary..."

Before the reluctant D.D could finish his sentence, Glover and Zonavide carried one arm and one foot off the ground, facing Thales, and carried them out of the study.

After a few seconds.

Watching the door close, hearing Doyle's struggling voice fade away, Thales, who confirmed that there was no one in the study, let go of his tense shoulders.

The low air pressure around the prince gradually dissipated.

The Duke of Xinghu sighed, but his expression was still sore.

He lowered his head and reached under the desk, between his tightly clamped legs.

But he didn't want to stroke a certain part, but pulled out from it...

a book.

Thales looked unhappy, silently watching the "Acts of the Setting Sun" in a daze, and snorted lightly from time to time.

A few seconds later, the young prince opened it with a depressed expression on his face.

Then, from a certain page, he took out a damn, luxurious, brand new, sky blue, made of Liland cardboard...

invitations.

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