These……

Speaking of this, the blurry figure took on a hint of seriousness, and Thales felt inexplicably that he seemed to be silently observing him behind the hazy curtain:

"Until you show up, kid."

Thales stared at him confusedly, not knowing why.

"What?"

He was like a stupid child, staring blankly at the figure in front of him.

The figure paused for a moment, seeming to observe him carefully.

"It can be seen that Aixida taught you well," he said in the same indifferent voice:

"He gives you everything you need, and protects you just right, pulling you back from the edge of hastily knocking on the door, so that you don't lose yourself and get stuck in it without being able to extricate yourself."

Aishida?

Thales felt a throbbing, and a cocoon seemed to be slowly breaking in his heart.

Air Magician, Ashida Sarkon.

He suddenly realized that his memory was slowly coming back.

"Who are you?"

Thales looked around and saw nothing in sight. It seemed to be stationary or a blurry void filled with light. He subconsciously blurted out: "Are you a magician?"

"What is your threshold name?"

"Which faction do you belong to? Radicals? Moderates? Confused? Two Emperors?"

The figure did not answer directly, but paused slightly.

As if thinking about something.

"Very good, Aixida taught you a lot, and it's very realistic." After a while, the figure spoke silently:

"Although it's the first time, as far as the guide is concerned."

"He's quite competent."

Guide.

Thales' attention gradually focused and he retrieved more and more memories.

I was just...in a dark underground...a cell...

A sense of anxiety slowly rose.

"You, you know Asheida?" Thales gritted his teeth while holding back his headache.

The figure was silent for a while, then nodded slightly, seeming to feel something.

"He could have become a good teacher. Aixida was originally the most promising and talented mage apprentice, and she studied with the most famous Master Golgory." The figure shook his head slowly, and his words were neither fast nor slow, neither high nor high.

Low:

"His achievements are not inferior to those of many formal mages. If Aixida continues, he may one day become a master...the Tower of Soul will also be proud of him."

"But it's a pity..."

He didn't say any more.

Thales frowned hard and couldn't listen to anything. The inexplicable anxiety kept tormenting him.

It's as if...he had something important to do and forgot to do it.

But what exactly is that?

"So who are you? What's wrong with me?" Thales suppressed his anxiety, but his tone gradually became rude.

At this moment.

Boom.

dull sound.

Thales seemed to realize something and hurriedly raised his head, but still could only see a blur of void.

Coincidentally, the strange figure also raised his head at this time.

"You feel it too?"

The figure looked into the distance: "The moment you knocked on the door, you fell back and disappeared, making their wishes come true."

He paused for a second, his eyes dropped from the horizon, as if he was sighing helplessly:
Chapter completed!