Tels stood in the middle of the study, pointing at the invitation on the ground with a look of hopelessness: "Are you ready?"

"etc."

Ashda stopped him.

The magician looked at him quietly and slowly raised a finger:

"This time, try this."

Tailes was stunned:

“Which one”

Before the words were finished, the wind suddenly burst out.

The broken chair with a corner was seen flying from behind the desk and flew towards Tailes!

Tyles was shocked and subconsciously raised his hand.

"Damn what are you doing?"

  Dong!

The chair fell to the ground and made a loud noise.

The next second, an urgent door knock sounded:

"Your Highness, Lord Duke! What happened? Please answer me!"

"We have to go in and you get out of here."

"No, let's count to three, one, two, three"

Bang!

Another loud noise, the two second-class vanguard officers, Leo Morgan, and second-class escort officers Jose Custa, who were on duty, worked together to break open the door, rushed into the room, and stopped together, widening their eyes.

"Your Highness?"

I saw Tailes lying on the chair in a strange position with his back facing the two guards.

"Leo, Jose, wow, it's you guys tonight."

Tailes turned around with difficulty and forced a smile:

"It's okay, it's when I exercise. Hehe, there's a stinky mouse that makes trouble..."

Morgan and Custa turned their heads and checked: The entire study was empty, except for the two candlesticks that were extinguished, everything was normal.

"But, Your Highness, your nose..." Guardian Custa, speaking in a strong thorny accent, looked at Tails, who was lying on the chair with his butt raised, and he stopped talking.

Tailes calmly took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood from his nose.

"It's okay, it's okay, you know, it's adolescence."

He waved:

“Go out.”

Morgan nodded, and he walked to the candlestick and lit the candle again.

"But" Custa wanted to say something.

"Go out, go." The Duke of Xinghu gritted his teeth.

Morgan grabbed Custa and bowed to Tayles:

"If you need help, Your Highness, we are at the door."

So Tailes watched them leave and brought them to the door.

The boy then breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ashda who had reappeared at some point, furious: "I thought you blocked the voice!"

"I did blockade." The magician thought.

"But different thresholds, the interference and repulsion between the magical energy of different magicians cannot be ignored, second only to the influence of the legendary anti-demon armed forces on magical energy."

Tailes was a little dizzy by these nouns, and with the embarrassment in front of him, he patted the chair under him and said unhappy:

"Okay, then please, can you send an invitation in advance if you want to do this next time?"

Ashda stared at the chair without saying a word.

"This chair could have been used for another week, but now..."

Tailes let go of his hand angrily:

The poor chair immediately cracked in neat halves and fell to both sides.

"Thank you so much!"

OK, how should I tell you this?

The Duke fell from a broken chair with a corner missing, causing bleeding from his nose. He was in a fit of anger and ruthless sword, leaving the poor chair dead without a complete body?

But the magician of Qi just slowly walked to Tailes and signaled him to silence.

"Now, I want to ask you some questions. You must concentrate and speak carefully," Ashda spoke softly, but was extremely serious. "Slow down and speak word by word. If I ask you to stop, you must shut up immediately, without saying a word."

But Tayles' anger has not yet subsided:

"What if you 'talk too much'? What should you do?"

Ashda glanced at him, his eyes were cold and murderous.

Tailes choked.

He sniffed, feeling the smell of blood, and was so depressed:

"All right."

Ashda observed the symmetrically separated chair:

"What is this ability?"

"I don't know what this is, nor how I learned it. It looks like Rolf's superpowers or some street warlock's trick." Tailes said unhappily.

But my superpowers and tricks won't let everyone shout and fight, and I run away every day.

"No."

Ashda stared at the chair obsessively, but shook her head to deny it.

"Superpower is the nature of life evolution, and tricks are just a deception, but this," the chair floated in front of the magician's eyes, accompanied by his ethereal and beautiful voice, "This is beyond our understanding and is completely different."

Tailes wiped his nose bleeding without any interest:

“Whatever.”

“It…what can you influence?”

"Small objects," Tails was listless, "The smaller the goal, the lighter the better, the closer the better, the simpler the better, such as paper, leaves, hair?"

"If the target is too big, too heavy, too far, or even too complex, I will have nosebleeds and dizziness. If I still use it frequently..."

Ashda narrowed her eyes: "It hurts?"

Tailes recalled his thrilling escape in the prison of bones.

"No, it's a little better than that..."

Tailes pulled the corners of his mouth, expressionless:

“I’ll die.”

Aishda thought for a while and nodded:

"interesting."

"Most of the time, it's like reaching out to get something far away," Tails helped pick up the half chair on the ground, walked to the magician with no face, pulled down the half floating in the air, and pushed them into the corner. "But occasionally, there are a few times when I stretched out my hand, I felt that it was not just stretching out my hand, but more like..."

At this point, Asheda suddenly turned around:

“Stop!”

Tailes, who was suddenly interrupted, was startled.

Ashda closed her eyes and spoke a few seconds later:

“How long has it been?”

"Is this thing?"

While cursing Xiao Benben in his heart, Tailes adjusted himself: "I have been practicing for half a year. Every time I get sore back and can't get out of bed, so I've only found some way."

Ashda suddenly opened her eyes:

"stop!"

Tailes choked again, as if he was stuck in his throat, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Day, come again?

"Remember my words, be careful of your words," said the magician carefully, "Why do you think you can find a way?"
To be continued...