Vol 2 Chapter 296: Accidental invitation

Chapter 296 Accidental Invitation
"What is the magic in your impression?"
"Using a powerful fireball to bombard the grass into a white land? Use the magical and fascinating technique to deceive the world and chase power. Use the awkward tricks to win the cheers and admiration of the stupid nobles? Use the mysterious decoration that others seem to be powerful. Your own status and facade? Or destroy your enemies in battles and kills again and again, bringing ridiculous pleasure and satisfaction?"
Tyres bowed his head thoughtfully.
But his heart is already a tremor.
magic.
magic?
The magic is...
"You know, a long time ago, I always felt that the Masters were all powerful people, and they waved a fireball." The prince said with some ecstasy: "Don’t go out in the tower and study a kind of world that can destroy the world. The old scholar of the spell, or the obsessive pursuit of truth... but you tell me now..."
Eichda regained his back on his chair and snorted.
"Indeed, the magical system of the Soul Tower is the biggest heresy in the history of magic. It was not recognized by other mages at first: they ridiculed us as 'spouses', and we countered that they were just ‘the singers’.

"For example, the Alchemy Tower stubbornly believes that magic is a deep study of the relationship between mankind and nature, and the latter's resources are used for their own purposes. It is not surprising that they have such a thought. After all, the alchemy of the "war tower" is called The tower, which rises in the war between humans and ancient orcs, starts with killing and practicality, and relies on survival and victory - very close to what you call the fireball and the mage who specializes in spells."
"But we are different," the magician's tone was solemn and cautious: "The idea of ​​the Tower of Souls, in turn, shocked the entire history of magic, and even the ascetic and alchemists were deeply affected."
Tyres frowned. "You mean..."
"If magic can't satisfy your own desire for warmth and saturation, and then provide some meaning to the world, and give some possibilities in the future, and give humans some value..." Aishida turned his head and narrowed his eyes, clearly showing calm face, yet It is stressful.
"Then we have tried our best to assemble the Master, sum up the calculations, study the innocence, and inherit the seeds and ideas of magic, and continue to pursue further in the questioning and martyrdom... What are the meanings of these things?"
"If magic is simply a slave to the user, it becomes a tool of selfishness and a means of showing off the status, as a coat to win dignity and a capital to fulfill the desire, as an excuse for the wizard to be independent and self-defeating, "Ai Xi Da's expression is still very stiff, but Taylors feels inexplicably. His face hides a deeper layer of emotion: "The existence of the Master, and the princes who fight for power, but the farmers who are full of food." What is the difference between a hunter, a field warrior who kills the enemy, a merchant who is bent on seeking profit, and a predecessor who is a high-ranking hermit?"
"What is the necessity and the purpose of pursuing truth and correctness as a mage?"
"In order to live? To live better? To live better? To show it to others? To become smarter and stronger, then let countless people who are stupid and weaker on the ground marvel at your achievements and worship your Status?"
"No, Tyres," Ashida whispered slowly: "That is not a mage, at least not a mage we recognize, but a locust that says the word 'magic' on the only fig leaf.

Tyres thought deeply about each other's words and couldn't help but enter God: "Is this part of the magician course?"
Eichda nodded solemnly: "Of course, and it is vital."
"Don't let the existing framework shackle yourself, Tyres, let go of your thinking."
Taylor looked at him dumbly.
The magician slowly sighed a sigh - Tyres simply forgot the fact that he could breathe: "Remember what I said? In the tower of the soul, the idea of ​​the seat of the law, Magic is a choice, not a monotonous tool or means, and a wizard is an identity, not a cheesy status or identity."
"And this is the year, my choice, and my approval," Aishida looked at his eyes: "It's my magic."
Ahidah is silent.
But Tyres was immersed in the shocking dialogue and could not return for a long time.
"Mr. Sackn, the tower of the soul, what kind of place is it?" he asked in a nightmare.
Ahidada paused.
After three seconds, the magician slowly held his hands.
"The Tower of Souls," Eichda spoke very slowly, with a low voice, as if there was a layer of sandpaper behind the throat: "The Holy Land of the Master, the hope of the apprentice, the future of magic, and the myriad of ideas and ideas violently collided there.

"The truth we believe in scrubbing and honing in lectures and discussions, and countless like-minded colleagues step by step in each other's arguments."
"Every day is a new day, because there are always new things waiting for you, there are always new people in the future, because there are always old things left, there are always old people..."
At that moment, Eichda seemed to think of something. He stopped talking, but looked down at the board.
Just like what taboos are violated.
His face faded and the blue light in his eyes faded away.
Tyres noticed the teacher's expression and abnormality, and he wisely stopped asking.
Everyone has their own story.
But not everyone is willing to talk.
not to mention……
"Listen to you, I really want to see it with my own eyes," Taylors sighed. "It seems that the Tower of Soul is a great and beautiful place."
Ahida suddenly raised her head
"Of course not," this time, the magician's tone became extraordinarily cold. "Even the soul tower, it has its own ambiguity and darkness, ugliness and compromise."
"In the end, the Master is just a human being."
"Remember, Tells, an organization, a place, a group, as long as it is made up of people," the magician stared at Tyres: "That would never be so beautiful."
"It's like the whirlpool you are in, the same in this game."
The prince picked up his eyebrows and said something: "Ah?"
But Ahidah ignored him, but turned to look outside the box.
"Perhaps this is the limit of humanity."
Tyres swears that behind the last word, he heard a sigh of incomprehensibility by the magician.
In this picture in the sunset, the face of the magician is still handsome, but there are more lines that are not usually available.
It seems like the artist has painted a few more.
"Let's go to class."
Eichda looked at the sinking sunset and whispered.
The next second, in the time when Taylors had no time to show up, the magician's figure faded.
"Hey," said Tyles, looking at the empty seat and the chessboard of the general again, reluctantly sighing: "This is the case again."
So, once again, Taylors ended his day of playing chess. Accompanied by Justin and Wyah, Yi Xing was ready to return.
The surprise of today’s harvest is enough.
Maybe he shouldn’t add any burden to himself, given the embarrassment in Longyan City...
Ok?
Tyres looked up strangely and looked at the commotion in front.
"What is going on?" The former commander of the White Blade Guard, Lord Justin crossed the prince and looked at the situation with anger.
At the door of the chess room, dozens of soldiers who were guarded by the Dagong were holding the weapon coldly and confronted a dozen strangers from the next door.
Those soldiers are obviously not the people of Longyan City, murderous, not showing weakness.
Behind them is a brown-black enclosed carriage.
Wyatt and Rolf are opposite each other, so it is unknown.
Tyres frowned and saw the leaders of the strange soldiers - it was a female soldier with a round face.
"Prince of Tyres, I represent the leader of the Black Sands, and I will send you an invitation to the talks," said the deputy commander of the White Blade Guard. The stunned Lord Crowey Myrk, behind him, the black sand collar soldier The carriage under the guard swings his arm and opens coldly:
"The Viscount Campida is in the carriage, and he invites you to step on the train and give him a few minutes of talk time."
Taylors glimpsed.
how……
"Talks? Now?"
There are doubts and warnings in Tyres' mind: "What does Campida say to me?"
"I don't know," Crowey whispered, his eyes fading: "That's your judgment."
At this time, the voice of the Viscount Candida came from far away from the carriage:
"I promise, Your Royal Highness, if you miss this carriage, you will regret it in the future."
"Trust me, this is crucial."
Taylor’s heart glimpsed.
regret but too late? Is it vital?

Why go to the carriage?
Taylors narrowed his eyes and warned:
We can go upstairs or find another place.

"Why on the carriage?"
"Hey around you," Crowey glanced at the Dagong guards with unpleasant gaze. "In the city of Longyan, within ten meters of your radius, is there any intimate place?"
Justin, who is responsible for defending Tyres, has a tight face.
Taylor looked at Crowey in amazement and looked at the carriage behind her.
strange.
Black sand collar... I want to talk to me.
at this time?
Hell, why is Putility not here?
"Impossible!" Lord Justin, who was vigilant, directly rejected the other party: "If you want to see the prince, you can..."
"We have already had enough of the blockade of Longyan City," Crowey did not retreat. She did not pay attention to her predecessor: "His Royal Highness, this is the time when we are closest to you in a month, believe me, we Just want to talk to you."
Tyres, who had flashed countless thoughts in his head, was about to speak, but was preempted by Justin.
"Ai Xi, I still remember how you looked when you were young," I saw Lord Justin step forward. The expression on his face became more and more ugly: "My relationship with your father is not good, and I am very glad that you have become the White Blade Guard. and so……"
"Don't force me to do it."
Behind him, Taylor took a deep breath.
So to say……
"Then you'd better do it now, Uncle Justin," Croce said coldly. "Or let the prince decide for himself - he is a guest, not a prisoner!"
Justin's face was cold, and he was about to press the weapon. The Dagong guards around him were also poorly prepared to start.
Just at this time.
"Lord Justin!"
In the eyes of the public, the prince gently stepped forward.
Taylor raised his hand and held down Justin's shoulder.
at this time?
The prince looked at the carriage of the black sand collar and thought his turn.
At the time when Exeter had a subtle relationship with the Freedom League.
When the news of Qiyuan City is not clear.
When the Longyan City entered the valley.
The man of the black sand collar, want to talk to me, and talk to an enemy king who has no power and no power.
Too suspicious.
Tyres shook his head and said to Justin: "This is the city of Longyan, they are the special envoy of the king, and the unnecessary conflict is unwise - and you know what kind of situation we are in."
Justin Emei: "But you know, they are black sand collars after all..."
Wye couldn’t help but say: "Excuse me, Your Highness, your safety..."
"Listen to me!" Tyres turned his head and looked at himself.
"In the face of the king, the female grand prince needs new information - no doubt this is an opportunity to see what they think about the city of Longyan." He said to the frowning Justin: "For the dragon city."
Justin’s words are a glimpse.
"And she is right - I am a guest."
"Wai Ya, the carriage is here, and I won't disappear from the air." Taylors smiled at his attendant.
Justin and Wyatt looked at each other and felt uneasy.
"Moreover," the prince calmly turned to Croce, and looked at the soldiers behind her. "The black sand collars will guarantee my safety, right?"
Crowey nodded and pressed his left chest and said with respect: "I will swear by my life and the honor of the king."

After a few minutes, you will get off safely.

Taylor looked at the still suspicious Justin and Wyatt and shrugged.
Instead, Rolf nodded to him.
"Go to inform the head and the count," eventually, Lord Justin nodded hesitantly, but he also cautiously ordered the order: "Make sure they know this for the first time."
"Do you know how important you are, Your Highness?" Wyatt stared ugly at the carriage: "As the Stars say, you can always find us a problem."
The prince smiled.
"That's why I need you, Wyah, and you, Midila."
He gently pushed open the two guards in front, accompanied by Wyatt and Rolf, into the formation of the black sand collar.
The unspeakable attendant and the ghost of the wind were stopped in front of the carriage.
The book on the handle of Tyres was thrown to Wyah, and one stepped.
Whatever the black sand collar wants to tell you, Tells.
Be calm and cautious.
You have learned the power of Rumba and you have seen the blackmail of Canbida.
Be careful with your biggest enemy.
In the next second, the heart of the lake, like the calm of the lake, opened the door and boarded the carriage with no lights.
In the carriage, Camby's silhouette is sitting quietly in the dark, and the costumes on his body are faintly visible.
"I always think this is your revenge for me who refused to talk to you alone on the road," Tyres closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief. He sat across from Campida: "The Viscount Candida..."
But the prince suddenly trembled!
That is not Camby.
That is……
"Long time no see, Tyres," the other gently lifted his gaze from the sword on his knee:
"Are you old enough to drink?"
That is……
How dare they...
At this moment, Taylor's brain is almost blank.
In the carriage, the owner of the black sand collar, Exeter's forty-sixth king, Chaman Rumba, opened a pair of cold scorpions in the deep darkness.
(End of this chapter)