Thales was slightly startled when he heard this.

Just listen to the Qi Magic Master coldly snort: "Even if you two months ago..."

"Just the meanest beggar?"

At this moment, Thales's heart was really shaken.

Can't bear to...

Prince of the Stars…

Noble status...

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

Gilbert and Yodel knelt down on one knee in front of him.

Huaiya held his chest and swore to himself that he would die.

Rolf gestured "obey" in his clumsy sign language.

As well as the surging crowds under the Hall of Stars, and the deafening cheers that reached to the sky.

Thales clenched his fists unconsciously.

"If I had come to you when you were still a beggar," Asheida said slowly and without emphasis, but it made Thales feel pressured inexplicably: "You would still react like this.

?"

Thales took a deep breath.

He thought of the trembling beggars in the sixth room.

Thinking of the struggle against cold and hunger every year.

Reminds me of Morris's ferocious wolf dog.

I think of Quaid's ferocious expression and Rick's mysterious smile.

"When you are living your life intoxicated with the title of prince, or struggling in the misery of a beggar, when you are going back and forth between the joy and pain of the two," Asheida stared at him coldly,

"Have you ever thought about what you really are?"

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

"A prince who is noble because of his 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?" Aixida lowered her head and looked at his expression.

Thales's breathing gradually accelerated.

Noble prince.

Despicable beggar.

A magnificent palace, a life of worry-free food and clothing, and subordinates who obey orders.

Dilapidated and dilapidated houses, daily life of cold, hunger and typhoid fever, thugs beating and scolding at every turn.

The sky and the earth and the clouds and mud.

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

But I found that when the words came to my lips, I just couldn't say them out.

Thales looked at the ground blankly.

Do you really think so?

Can't live without, can't bear to leave, the dignity of a prince?

"Child, you have to understand that to become a magician," the Qi magician said coldly, "you must wave goodbye to the past - no matter how glorious and unforgettable it is."

"Don't let the past constrain you. Only by abandoning it decisively can you finally sublimate."

Thales subconsciously grabbed his chest.

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

The inscription on the silver coin reappeared in my mind: The king is not respected because of his blood.

"The magician is not a profession, not a job, not a title," Aixida said categorically: "The meaning it represents is far beyond your imagination - this is an unprecedented choice, and it is the first time you find it."

Self, the opportunity to recognize yourself and reshape yourself.”

"Now you have an opportunity to make your own choice." The magician walked up to him and stretched out his hand to his face. "Whether you choose to go back to your original life and continue to look like you are reality or...

Practical, but in fact, there is no choice, no freedom, chaos, confusion, and no idea of ​​the future life..."

Aixida's hand stopped in front of his nose, turned her palm over, and a blue light flashed out from above, swirling around the magician's palm, eventually forming dark blue light balls.

Just like that night on Red Square Street.

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

"To discover who you really are?"

Thales looked at the ball of light in Asheida's hand and frowned deeply.

How far can you climb...

What kind of scenery...

Who is it...

Aixida slowly clenched his fist, and as he moved, the ball of light was annihilated in the magician's hand.

Waves 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, who was confused, to the path of magic."

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

"And now, a thousand years later, I will serve as your guide and guide you to become the most magical existence in the world." Aixida nodded slightly: "Believe me, a magician can gain more than just unlimited

life and infinite power—that is but the most insignificant additional gift.”

The Qi Magician slowly raised his arms and spoke in an ethereal and mysterious tone: "The world we can see, the vision we can touch, and everything we feel are far beyond what any other existence can imagine - in

Under that, the light of the gods, the glory of the sacrifices, and the dignity of the king are all dwarfed, insignificant and boring."

The panicked Thales lowered his head.

Asheida put down her arms, looked at Thales, and nodded slowly with firm eyes:

"We should go."

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

Thales was shocked, and just as he was about to speak, he found that the field of vision in front of him changed drastically!

As the wind roared, the chill invaded his exposed skin, and the cold wind filled his mouth and nose.

No!

etc!

I have not……

Thales wanted to speak, but was unable to do anything. He only felt himself starting to spin, not knowing where the sky was and where the earth was.

Aixida took him and flew out of the window.

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

And what was slowly getting smaller and farther away in his field of vision...

Palace of Heroes.

————

Nikolai the Fallen Star stood in the Hall of Heroes with an ugly expression.

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

Soul-killing gun.

"Buzzing..."

A low and fast trill came.

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

The legendary soul-killing gun is——trembling?

Nicolai narrowed his eyes, stepped forward, and put his hand on the soul-killing gun.

The commander of the White Blade Guard felt the feeling on his hand.

Then he sighed heavily.

"Sound the alarm in the Palace of Heroes immediately," Nicolai suddenly raised his head, serious and solemn, "The highest level!"

"We're in big trouble."

A guard subordinate next to him frowned.
To be continued...