Kingdom's Bloodline-Chapter 626 Call by name

Chapter 626 Calling by name

The candlelight was bright, and the silence in the study lasted for several seconds.

Ashida looked at Thales blankly:

"This question is so important that you want to know so eagerly?"

Tels smiled:

"Not necessarily, it depends on how much you want to see my'juggling'."

Ashida lowered her head and looked at the crumpled sky blue invitation on the ground.

"This is not a deal," his tone faded, "not to mention using your magic power as a bargaining chip."

"Then this is not a deal," Thales did not change his smile, and his reaction was extremely kind.

The voice fell, Thales immediately felt wrong: the air around him slowly stagnated.

"And this is not a joke."

The magician has no expression on his face and speaks very slowly:

"Your magical power is weird and unpredictable, the consequences are unknown, if one step is careless, it may endanger your life—"

Thales raised his left hand gently.

Ashida's words came to an abrupt end.

The sky blue invitation on the ground has disappeared.

At this moment, it was caught between Thales’s fingers.

"Yes," Ashida's eyes flashed blue again and again, "Impressed."

"A few months ago, when I was forced to knock on the door to learn this trick," Thales put down the invitation card in his hand, and his smile gradually disappeared. "I was in the dungeon, and was caught by an unreasonable spirit. The patient chased him with a knife and played hide-and-seek all night."

The magician said nothing, but Thales continued quietly:

"Because he stubbornly believes that I am the product of the conspiracy of the "Three Plagues Alliance" that you back then, even though I was born five years after the Scarlet Year."

Ashida's eyes moved!

He spoke slowly, with a cold tone:

"He, discovered your secret?"

My secret.

Tels looked at Ashida faintly.

Damn secret.

"Don't worry, he's dead." Thales shook off the vicissitudes but lonely figure in his mind, and didn't care about it.

A long time ago, he died.

The tone of the teenager changed:

"But before that, he was not ‘possible’, but literally, endangering my life."

"The reason why I can still sit here and listen to you condescendingly, instead of turning into a prince brand sliced ??cake..."

Tyles lifted one side of his forehead, revealing a bald scar on his scalp.

"It's all because I lowered my head fast enough."

Ashida looked at him silently, silent as before, not knowing what to think.

"So this is really not a deal, not a bargaining chip," Thales snorted, and shook the invitation card. "It's because I was entrapped by your'brilliant past', and was affected by the sins you made. The old and ignorant grievances have been driven into desperation all the way and almost lost their lives!"

Thyls seemed to alarm the residents on the ceiling, and the noise of rats moving sporadically came, but neither of them paid any attention.

"This unlucky thing made me realize that magic energy is not only about itself, but also about the magician."

Ashida did not speak, but the lines on his face became sharper and more serious.

Tyles took a deep breath: "Compared to the so-called ‘unpredictable and unpredictable’ magic power, maybe the things you hide from me are more threatening to me?"

"So, for the sake of my life, I need to know, I must know, I want to know."

Tales held up the invitation card and flew it to the other end of the room with a cool gesture:

"Now, who is Flelan?"

The voice fell, the study became quiet, and the two faced each other in silence.

The Duke stood in front of the window, letting the moonlight cover his shoulders, leaving a shadow on his face alone.

The magician stood in the room, the candlelight was bright, but the blue in his eyes could not be covered.

Only the sporadic noise on the ceiling proves that this is not a dead silence.

After a few minutes, Ashida moved slightly and said:

"You are indeed different."

Thales hummed softly.

"No matter how many times you repeat, you are still the twentieth," the Duke shook his head, "no prizes."

窸窸窣窣…

The more tense atmosphere was a bit choking, and the noise on the ceiling became more disturbed.

"What if I refuse?"

The magician said lightly, his voice still elegant and pleasant.

Tales put on such an expression as expected, and shrugged helplessly.

"Then I can't help it either."

"After all, you are the powerful magician, and I can't force you."

In the next second, Duke Xinghu removed his smile and focused his eyes:

"But for the sake of my life, in order not to be entrapped by your old debts, I can only try to save myself and use various means to probe that period of history through various channels."

Ashida remained silent, and the only response to the Duke was the increasingly anxious noise above her head.

Thyls raised the corners of his mouth:

"And you know, there is an ancient library in the sunset temple of the royal capital, and the royal guard of the Fuxing Palace keeps various records. Of course, don't forget the secrets of the kingdom—"

Tales hadn't finished speaking, the magician of Qi moved his eyes, and the blue light was released!

"Ah! Damn it!"

The dazzling light forced Thales to turn his head and avoid him, raising his hand to block in the curse.

Fortunately, the bright light in Ashida's eyes only lasted for a moment, and then immediately weakened.

Tyles raised his head embarrassedly, blinking constantly, waiting for the afterimages in his sight to disappear.

"What are you doing—"

As soon as Thales spoke, he was stunned.

As always, Ashida just stood in place gracefully and calmly, looking at him faintly.

But...

Thyls realized something and slowly raised his head.

be quiet.

No, it's dead silence.

I don’t know when, there is no extra noise in the study, only a deadly silence.

Tels stared at the ceiling in a daze.

"Cleaned up," Ashida's eyes slowly returned to normal, her tone erratic, "A total of fourteen rats, including those in the den and those passing by."

"you are welcome."

Clear, cleaned up?

Tels understood this sentence in a few seconds, and couldn't help swallowing.

Damn it.

This, how do we explain this to everyone?

A new wild cat in Star Lake Fort? The kind that catches mice?

"If you want to be more thorough, then around the castle, including the rat dens in the fields, I can..." the understanding Ashida continued.

"Wow, uh, thanks, thanks," Thales quickly stopped, "Well, it doesn't need to be so thorough, I have to let my subordinates do something..."

Ashida nodded cheerfully:

"Excuse me, I'm distracted by this, and what were you talking about?"

Thales clapped his palms.

"Oh the one just now, in short, I mean, respected Mr. Sackern," the high-ranking duke smiled and had a kind attitude. "We are teachers and students, guides and apprentices, in the long run of magic power. We are partners on the long road, so it is necessary to strengthen communication and trust each other..."

Tyers looked at the guide he respected and admired from the bottom of his heart, with full expectations in his eyes:

"What do you mean?"

The room fell silent again.

Until a few minutes later, the magician spoke softly:

"His Royal Highness, you mean, you just wanted to use yourself to blackmail me in exchange for my compromise?"

Tyles coughed and removed his smile.

"Sorry, I only discovered it recently."

Tyers exhaled, trying to be as sincere as possible:

"Use yourself as a bargaining chip, it's pretty effective."

Tels weighed the "covenant" in his pocket and thought sarcastically.

After all, everyone loves Thales.

Ashida's eyes moved and stared at Thales closely.

But a few seconds later, he suddenly laughed.

"You should look in the mirror to see yourself at this moment."

The magician’s smile—feeling like a puppet carved out of a curve in his mouth—makes Thales panicked.

"The bedroom mirror is broken, I don't know when it will be replaced." Thales grinned reluctantly to match the magician's smile.

Depends on the ledger of Bachelor Julio.

"Wait, besides killing rats, you don't happen to know how to repair mirrors, do you?"

The next second, Thales’s smile has not disappeared, and Ashida’s eyes flashed blue again!

Tyles only felt a surge of power, and he was caught off guard, and he was lifted up in the air, and fell again!

Oh shit!

Looking at the fast approaching ground, Thales stretched out angrily to protect his head and face: I knew this grandson’s little belly chicken intestines—

咚.

With a muffled sound, Thales opened his eyes and came back to his senses:

He landed on his legs and hung up on his back, "sitting" in the void in an embarrassing manner.

And Ashida had already "sit down" side by side with him, enjoying the night outside the window leisurely.

"Then, let's talk." The magician said calmly.

"Old rules, no notes."

Talk?

Thales reacted, frowning and touching the "air chair" under his butt.

He soothed his pounding little heart, and looked at Ashida who had suddenly become more talkative in disbelief.

Well, it seems that he is not so, um, small belly chicken intestine?

"Very good."

Thinking of this, the young man asked the corners of his mouth:

"But before you ask me to sit down, maybe you should ask—"

Plop!

Tels fell heavily to the ground, he touched his butt, grinning in pain.

Ah ah ah - bitterly pain - grass!

"Then, please," Ashida looked at him calmly, and a blue light appeared on his left side, depicting the outline of a chair, "His Royal Highness, do you want to sit down?"

Tyles clutched his butt, gritted his teeth and got up.

Take a few of you!

But as soon as the word "no" came to his lips, he caught a glimpse of the old crooked chair that belonged to the Duke behind the desk.

The noble and majestic Duke of Xinghu could only smash his mouth uncomfortably, and with a sullen expression, he sat down on the "chair" that Ashida prepared for him.

Made.

Small belly chicken intestines.

"Frylan Sanchet."

In the room, Ashida looked at a small piece of night sky locked by the window, her eyes dim.

"This is her name, at least the part I know."

Frylan Sanchet.

Thyls said this name silently in his heart.

"She was born very early, and it is said that she has witnessed the empire in its heyday. I guess even among the magicians, there are very few who can surpass her in terms of qualifications."

Ashida's words are tight:

"Before becoming a magician, she was a magic apprentice in the tower of alchemy. After becoming a magician, her threshold was called ‘Senses’.”

"Tower of Alchemy, I know," Thales raised his hand excitedly, "'The path to omniscience,' right?"

But Ashida did not give him a positive answer:

"what did you say?"

"Alchemy Tower, their motto," Thales recalled and repeated, "'The path to omniscience,' right under the sign of that strange eye."

Ashida narrowed her eyes and looked at him strangely.

"Well," Thales had to stretch out his hand when he saw this, and drew an ancient imperial sentence in the air, "Tong, to, omniscient?"

The magician was silent for a long time.

"Do they teach you Imperial Chinese?"

"Of course, how?"

"So, you failed?"

Tyles' face turned black.

Eight classes a week, would you try?

What, where did you ask the extra day?

Of course it was squeezed out of sleep time!

Thyls wondered:

"What's wrong? Or is it better to translate ‘omni knowledge’ into ‘omnipotence’?”

"The languages ??in this world are not one-to-one," Ashida said coldly, "If that's the case, why don't we just learn nouns one by one, when we use them, we only need to say'you, study, grammar, class, Stupid' is enough?"

Tyles retracted into the chair and folded his arms stupidly.

You, in fact, you really don’t need to be so mean.

"And if you can be a little generous and magnanimous, the noble, eager, and knowledgeable Prince who is more motivated."

Ashida's quiet way:

"Slightly release some of your diligent government affairs, worry about your family, country and the world, with the people’s well-being in mind. Squeeze a little bit of time when you stand in front of the window and sigh with the magnificent kingdoms and mountains. My bargaining hero has the courage, and then be generous and compassionate to give them to some boring grammar class that seems to you to be insignificant, then you may be lucky, coincidentally, unexpectedly, and moving. The earth, like the sky, miraculously noticed an insignificant point in an inconspicuous corner: what you call "toward" in this sentence is a simple combination of nouns and verbs in ancient imperial texts."

Tyles was dizzy, and finally digested this long section. Then he twitched the corners of his mouth and said:

"Um, you, you just say the last sentence, that's enough."

Ashida ignored him.

Therefore, the ancient imperial proverb of the Alchemy Tower is not literally "leading to omniscience."

For the sake of his academic dignity, Thales had to cheer up and start drawing again in the air:

"Then'leading to' is a noun, then it is not'leading to', but'passing', or simply'road'."

"Plus the verb, ‘the road leads to omniscience’?"

Tels looked at the leader expectantly.

Aishida didn’t even look at him, and spoke indifferently:

"Look at the word form of'All-knowing'."

Tyles scratched his head and continued to draw:

"Well, let me see—oh!"

Thales reacted: "So'The Way to All Knowledge' is a separate modification of'Road'! Well,'The Way to All Knowledge'?"

Ashida snorted coldly.

"Look at the word structure of'Lu' again."

Thales frowned.

"Look again? But there are only a few of them—oh," the boy's face changed again, "I understand, ‘lu’ is a passive object, and it has a corresponding subject and predicate!"

But Thales immediately became confused:

"But there is no such thing as a subject and a predicate in this sentence..."

Ashida snorted again.

This time, Thales had an idea without reminding:

"I remember, in ancient imperial literary poems and proverbs, according to context and logic, certain elements will be omitted, such as-‘I’, ‘I’m in’."

Thales patted his thigh, and said excitedly:

"So what the Tower of Alchemy says is ‘I’m on the road, and the road knows everything’?"

Ashida has no expression on her face:

"Do you usually talk like this?"

Tyles coughed and adjusted his language:

"'I am on the road to omniscience', not simply'to omniscience', right?"

This time, Ashida did not make a sound.

leads to omniscience.

I am on the road to omniscience.

Thyls read these two sentences silently, remembering the strange eye symbol of the tower of alchemy, and feeling: "They are different."

"A big difference." Ashida said suddenly.

Thyls said silently for a moment, then nodded.

"I understand."

"The path to omniscience-this is like a house number on a door."

"As long as you open it, behind the door, there is omniscience."

Ashida is noncommittal.

"But,'I'm on the road to omniscience'-it's more like a road sign in a long long road, halfway through," Thales' eyes lit up, "you have walked through it, you know you haven't arrived yet, but you know The direction is right, and then you continue forward."

The former is a proud master, guarding the door carefully.

The latter is a heavy-duty traveler who has a long journey.

They are not the same.

Thyls was a little surprised.

"Muscle guys may be rigid and stubborn," Ashida said, looking at the moonlight outside the window, "but they are also mages."

Thales recovered.

"Muscle guy?"

The magician turned his head too far.

"The Soul Tower is used to laugh at their derogatory name."

"Understood, what do they call you?"

"Thinker."

"Thinker?" Thales raised his eyebrows, "Why not a nerd?"

"Because this is irony."

Tyles narrowed his eyes.

Ashida snorted coldly:

"We use the most direct and simplest, and they will not confuse misunderstood derogations in any way."

"And what they use to insult us is the irony that must be connected with context, history and reality, and separated by a layer of meaning."

Tyers was in high spirits:

"Interesting, even if it is a contempt for each other, the soul tower and the alchemy tower, they use very different logic! Right, thinker?"

The voice fell, and Ashida looked at him blankly.

The surrounding air is heavy.

Thales reacted and had to cough vigorously.

"Ahem, back to the subject," the Duke said with a sharp face, "So, Mr. Sackern, Flelan, she is a very experienced magician—the senses?"

"do not."

"What else?"

The tone of the magician instantly became cold:

"Don't call her that."

"You can either call her by her ordinary name, or use the full name ‘sensory magician’. You can even mention ‘senses’ inadvertently in a paragraph."

The blue light in Ashida’s eyes is extremely sharp:

"But only, don't use such a pure, simple, and crude way to call a magician by the threshold name alone, knowing who you are calling."

Don’t call directly... Threshold name?

Thyls was puzzled:

"Why?"

The magician of Qi was silent for a while, seeming to be considering something.

But he still spoke up after all.

"Because we don't know the current situation of Fleyland: whether she is sealed, whether she is intact, what is her condition, whether she is still walking freely and living in the world is unknown."

"If you know what your words are referring to, you call out the threshold name of a certain magician wholeheartedly-if everything is normal, you will feel something in your heart."

Thyls looked horrified.

Seriously, alone, and deliberately calling the threshold name, will the other party feel it?

That means…

"One or two times, maybe it's nothing, but it's more frequent... Believe me, no matter how quietly it is, no one wants to be knocked on the window inexplicably." Ashida ended the sentence in a warning tone.

Tels had an idea:

"So amazing? Then I will try yours, mad—"

At that moment, the surrounding air was compressed like mountains and seas!

"No, no, no—" Thales flushed with difficulty breathing and waved wildly, "Ha—ha—"

The next second, Ashida put down her finger, and Thales resumed breathing, panting in pain!

Grass!

He definitely did it on purpose!

"First of all, this move is not friendly."

Ashida snorted coldly:

"Secondly, remember that the magic queens stand at the apex and peak of the magic power. I deeply doubt that they can perceive and monitor the known threshold names in some way beyond imagination. Once any magician is By calling out and reacting too much, **** can spot the anomaly."

The Queen of Magic.

Monitoring the threshold name?

Thales pulled off his collar, unhappy and authentic:

"So evil?"

The magician did not answer, but looked at him coldly.

Thales had to continue to ask:

"So, the threshold name is like a web address—I mean, the address? Once you call, it's like throwing a rock on the window of his house?"

"The twin emperors lived in the tallest villa. They were hunters holding a sniper rifle—a hunter standing on a commanding height with a crossbow. When the window of someone's house rang, he would pull the trigger and take it away?"

Hearing these words, Ashida sighed deeply, seemingly unsatisfied.

"Parables, analogies, analogies, always like this."

But he only paused for a few seconds, and there was a blue light in his eyes:

"Do not."

"In a sense, the threshold name is more like a door with a sign, using signs to distinguish our territory and boundaries, to warn others," Qi magician's eyes are dazzling, not knowing where to look, "in case we are each other Conflict, overwhelming, fighting."

Distinguish territory and boundary.

Gate.

Thales frowned and asked:

"However, if you call the threshold name directly, the other party will perceive it, then this is like a door that is deliberately standing up and attracting people to knock?"

Ashida turned her head:

"Isn't this the reason why the ‘door’ is stronger than the ‘wall’?"

"It is a warning to separate, and to prevent invasion," the magician's voice is as if it is thousands of miles away, vaguely unclear, "and there are also vacancies left for visits."

Tyles blinked in pain: "Something complicated?"

"You will understand."

The blue light in Ashida’s eyes slowly disappeared: "When you understand."

Tyles clicked, and made a smirk.

Thank you for your nonsense.

But he suddenly discovered that after he showed his magic power, and crackled and resolutely expressed the opinion that "I don't want to be affected by your old debts", this time, Ashida was willing to teach him more things. , Deeper and more difficult to understand?

In the study room lit by candlelight, two people, one large and one small, hung side by side in the air. One was quiet and contemplative, while the other clenched his teeth and folded his arms, looking very strange.

"Then the Purification Project seven hundred years ago, aimed at destroying the record of magic and history, is it related to this?" Thales thought of something and asked immediately.

The magician turned his head.

"When there are fewer and fewer people who remember you, the number of people who call you becomes more and more limited," the young man slowly sorted out the logic, and gradually became reasonable, "then when your threshold name sounds, it will be very conspicuous, which is convenient for the two emperors to hunt and hunt. kill?"

Ashida was silent for a while.

"Maybe," the magician said quietly, "but it doesn't stop there."

Thales is waiting to ask a question, and Ashida has already spoken:

"Whether it is when demons are bewitching people, the victims are asked to call their names out loud, or when religions spread their beliefs, the believers are asked to repeat the admonitions of the gods, or even when the emperor rules the Quartet, so that thousands of people and citizens will call the empire over and over again ."

Magician seems to be immersed in his own world again:

"Calling symbols is always the most direct way to strengthen connection, build habits, and build authority."

"The same is true for magical energy, and it's even worse."

Thyls heard it in the mist.

"I actually, uh, don't quite understand."

Ashida raised her head, very sure:

"You will understand."

"Sooner or later."

Tels had to hold his arms tightly and laughed.

thank you.

Another nonsense.

"And that's why, Mr. Sucken, you have been refusing to tell me the double emperor, including the unsealed magician's threshold name?"

"This is one of the reasons."

Ashida solemnly said: "And you have to be careful, especially you have been exposed to magic power, and even knocked on the door-a mortal called the threshold name, and a magician called the threshold name. This is a completely different level."

Thales hummed softly, rolled over on the air chair, and turned to the guide.

"You know, you could have told me earlier-just say what you can do and what you can't do, and it will be over," the prince curled his lips, "this has nothing to do with magic itself."

The magician was silent for a while.

"Trust me, Thales."

Ashida spoke quietly, but Thales was a little nervous:

"Everything that happens in this world, everything, everything..."

"Everything is related to magic."

Strange, he has been so nagging today.

Tyles frowned, and decided to turn back and look at the ceiling—no, when he thought of the corpse of fourteen mice on top, Thales had to turn to the other side, facing the door.

"So, even the magicians themselves do not usually call each other by their threshold names?"

"One."

Thales frowned: "What?"

The mysterious voice of the magician sounded again. This time, his tone was mechanical and indifferent:

"As far as I know, there has been only one and only one magician since the advent of magic energy. He has no scruples from beginning to the end, he is accustomed to even trustingly, calling his colleagues by their threshold names."

"As if that is our only name."

"As if that was his creed for survival."

For some reason, Thales shuddered when he heard these words.

He turned around subconsciously and looked at Ashida.

"And every time, the feeling of being called by him..."

I saw the magician of Qi lying in the void, his eyes flickering in blue, staring at the ceiling.

But it doesn’t look like staring at the ceiling.

But above that, beyond that...something else.

Tels rarely see Ashida like this.

"Who is he?" the boy couldn't help asking.

Ashida does not move.

But the next moment, only a blue light flashed, and the blue light of the Qi Magician had already locked him.

This surprised Thales.

It is like a comic book flipping through a book, and it changes to the next page in the blink of an eye.

"Fortunately, he and his brother have been confirmed to be sealed."

The blue light in the magician's eyes overflowed from his eyes, and climbed onto his face like a crack.

"Before they destroy the world."

Those two blue lights made Thales extremely uncomfortable, and he subconsciously turned his head to avoid.

The next moment, the Qi magician instantly turned to the sky, indifferently and stupidly, calling out a word:

"Exists."

exists.

exists...

Existence, existence, existence...

The word ?? seemed to have a certain power, and under Asida's call, there was a seeming echo.

In the next instant, Thales seemed to have an illusion-all the sounds and colors in the world disappeared!

Even his thoughts stopped.

Everything is over.

I don’t know how long it took, what did he feel about it.

Soon, the ceiling, the ground, the wall, the door... everything in front of the eyes and ears, gradually, slowly returned.

The next second, the boy took a deep breath, turned over and sat up!

Thales came back to his senses and found himself sweating in cold sweat.

And Ashida sat next to him, as before, calm and graceful, looking at him indifferently.

Tales panted quickly and blinked desperately.

everything is normal.

Normal?

The only thing that is extra, or rather, left over...

is a burst of from the inside out, everywhere...

Deeply heartbroken.

Eat first, then change it later.

(End of this chapter)