At the same time, the slightly lowered vigilance was raised to the highest level again.

hateful.

This guy... As expected, he cannot be regarded as a normal person.

While Thales was slandering her, Asheida lowered her head silently, her expression unclear.

There was an eerie silence between the two of them.

"In addition to your feelings and understanding of that state," Aixida finally said after a while: "Tell me the several times you actively 'lost control'."

Thales sighed and talked about everything from Mancao Manor to Broken Dragon Fortress.

A few minutes later.

"Except for Red Square Street - the rest doesn't seem out of control at all."

"Can you use magic energy when you are in the 'contacter' stage without any awareness?" Asheida muttered: "It's so strange."

"This is the first time I have heard of it - it should be said that there has never been such an example in the history of magic masters."

"It is also accompanied by gradually increasing damage and burden on the body?"

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

For a moment, Thales could have sworn that he saw a trace of blue light passing through the magician's eyes.

Thales slowed down his breathing and couldn't help feeling nervous.

It felt like waiting for the doctor to read the diagnosis.

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

"But before we proceed step by step, you should stop using magic power - I don't want you to become a corpse before you become a magician."

A rather special one?

Why, why am I special?

Thales sighed secretly in his heart.

Speaking of this, Thales suddenly felt something in his heart.

He thought of one key thing.

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

Aixida narrowed her eyes, waiting for him to ask.

"If you have lived for so long, you must know your kind... Well, colleagues," Thales paused, and finally gritted his teeth: "Do you know a magician?"

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

"Selan Zelana."

Aixida's expression remained unchanged.

Thales raised his head and looked directly into Asheida's eyes, his eyes burning:

"Maybe it's my mother."

"And the reason why I'm so special."

Asheida leaned back in the void.

There was another ten seconds of silence between the two.

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

But he didn't urge her. Instead, he looked at Asheida anxiously, waiting for his answer.

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

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

What's more, he has long suspected about the identity and...race of his biological mother in this life.

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

"Why do you think so?"

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

Thales was slightly startled.

"It is only possible for me to inherit the physique of a magician from her, right?" Thales touched his head and said anxiously: "And I was wondering, if my physique of a magician is hereditary, will it happen?

So does my mother..."

besides……

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

More than these.

From King Kessel and Gilbert, Jinni's secretiveness about her mother, to the suspicious conversation between King Kessel and the officiant Lysia during the blood ceremony, to the fear and hatred shown by the chief priest towards her mother, and Yodel

The words "entangled with disaster" spoken in Mindis Hall...

Doesn’t all this indicate that——

"impossible."

A clear male voice sounded. Thales was stunned and looked at Asheida in front of him.

Aixida looked into his eyes and shook her head seriously and decisively.

"First," Aixida's eyes were indifferent, "The physique of a magician is not inherited and has nothing to do with blood. A mage once did an experiment. They divided 5,000 people into five groups - forget it, you don't know how.

People who want to know this always know that magicians are not hereditary."

Thales frowned slightly.

"Second," Asheida closed her eyes and slowly opened them again: "Magic masters are no longer ordinary creatures - once we completely become magic masters, there will be a huge change in our physique. Everyone has their own

Different, but one thing in common is that they can no longer have offspring with other races."

Thales opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Third," Aixida's face was solemn and her tone was decisive: "Except for you, there are a total of fourteen magic masters in the world - including the sealed ones. I have met every one of them, but

There is no magician with that name."

Thales looked at him blankly.

Fourteen magicians.

so little?

Moreover, none of them are...

"Anyway."

"Your mother," Aixida shook her head with certainty and said firmly, "it can't be a magician."

Upon hearing this, Thales paused for ten seconds.

Then he nodded vaguely.

I see.

"So, there is no magician named Selangerana," Thales breathed out, and for some reason, he felt as if a tight string had loosened:

"And it's impossible for a magician to have offspring?"

His prediction was wrong, and he leaned back in his chair with a sense of disappointment, pondering over the mystery of his origins.

A few seconds later, Thales exhaled and showed a self-deprecating smile.

This can be regarded as putting aside one doubt.

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

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

"However, strictly speaking," Aixida crossed her hands, thought for a moment and then spoke slowly: "There is still a magician who has the ability to create life - although I don't think that is in the true sense."

Fertility'."

Thales's heart suddenly shivered.

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

Asheida separated her clasped hands and raised her head.

"A grumpy lady." Asheida showed a clear smile.

Then, the magician said a name.

A name that made Thales blush.

"Gisa Trilman," Asheida said calmly:
Chapter completed!