Kingdom’s Bloodline

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"Stay true to yourself?"

Thales repeated it with a puzzled face.

But incomparably confused, like falling into a fog.

Magic can make an appointment.

Be yourself.

Compared with the mysterious mutual indifference, this rule seems ordinary and ordinary, and it seems that no further explanation is needed.

"A magician must guard against himself at all times."

"That's it," the stranger said with a repulsive look:

"The rest, you can figure it out yourself."

Well, take it yourself

ah?

Thales, who reacted, was shocked!

He stared at each other dumbfounded.

Own... comprehend?

Fuck.

This is the classroom style of throwing away a sentence and leaving immediately...

Why are you so familiar?

"Wait, wait! You... that's it?"

Thales stared wide-eyed, looked at the stranger who seemed to be about to run away at any time, desperately said some more words, and tried to keep him:

"Keep yourselves, what the hell is this? I mean, at least it's like a practical rule to not get too deep into each other..."

But just when Thales was about to ask questions, the stranger raised his head slightly and looked into the distance.

"You should go," he said coldly with his hands behind his back:

"They noticed."

Thales' eyelids twitched.

they.

girls

"So fast?"

The teenager imitated the other party's appearance,

He looked at the blurry sky that seemed to him empty.

Sure enough, there was still nothing.

but……

Thales said with a headache and annoyance:

"Why are they... so interested in me?"

This question silenced the atmosphere for a moment.

After a while, the stranger turned his hands behind his back and spoke silently.

"Don't blame them," the strange words were full of indifferent sadness:

"They are poor children just like you."

"It's just a last resort."

Thales frowned fiercely when he heard this.

What?

poor child? As a last resort?

Thales was still confused.

"After all, they have already served this world..."

Thales clearly heard the stranger sigh behind the blurred virtual scene, which sounded full of emotion:

"Too much was sacrificed."

sacrificed too much...

Just when Thales frowned at this sentence again, his mind was suddenly shocked!

A long-lost memory appeared in my mind.

It was a conversation between him and a goddess priest in a simple temple.

He believes you are different...he believes you can do better.

He sacrificed too much.

Thales narrowed his eyes in bewilderment, feeling inexplicably familiar.

He sacrificed so much...

sacrifice……

Wait, sacrifice!

Thales suddenly came back to his senses!

He remembered.

His breathing suddenly accelerated!

Prince, desert, dungeon, assassin, attack, captive, hostage, alchemy ball...

One scene after another, pieces of memory flooded into his mind, more and more, filling up what he had just lost.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

Thales gasped for breath, his eyes were misty, and he didn't even care about the gazes of strangers.

Oops……

Oops!

There……

Thales recalled in panic the last scene not long ago...

It wasn't by accident that he lost control, raised his threshold, and knocked on the door...

There……

A yordle... a dagger and an alchemy ball...

The anxiety and tension in the boy's heart instantly reached its peak.

The stranger's words continued: "I will help you get out of control and send you to a safe..."

"no!"

Thales suddenly looked up!

He twisted his face and blurted out loudly:

"I can't just go back like this! I can't escape...the so-called loss of control!"

The stranger stopped talking and looked at him quietly.

"I remembered, I felt it," Thales clenched his fists more and more, and his mood was difficult to calm down:

"Over there, there is something, someone, and something still waiting for me."

Thinking of this, he took a step forward excitedly:

"Tell me, tell me more!"

Thales gritted his teeth and looked at each other, firmly said: "You don't need to teach me what magic is..."

"But you can teach me the tricks, teach me the method, teach me how to keep myself, how to stay rational in...that out-of-control state."

I must be sober, with the power of a magician...

"them."

"They're waiting for me."

Thales looked anxious and his eyes were tense.

But the other party just stared at it from a distance and didn't move, as if he didn't hear it.

Thales' heart sank.

"It's not something that can be done right the first time by sharpening your gun." A few seconds later, the stranger said quietly, "You need to practice, and reckless actions will..."

"But I don't have time to practice."

Under the tension and panic, the second prince's tone became more and more excited: "Please teach me... Please!"

"Whether it's for the sake of Ashida or an old friend!"

This time, the other party stared at him for an extra long time.

One second, two seconds, five seconds...

But just in the next moment, before Thales could react, the illusory scene all over the stranger's body shook, and his aura became chilling!

The opponent took a step forward, and the eyes hidden behind the virtual curtain lit up with two strong lights, piercing through the obstacles as if they had substance.

Straight into Thales' eyes, making the boy's eyes dim!

In the space named critical, the surrounding blurry virtual curtains layered and shattered, turning into a three-dimensional thick fog.

They oppressed from all around as if they were alive, narrowed and closed the world, and dyed everything in front of them into pitch black, like huge waves in the ink sea, surging and surging!

Thales took a step back in shock, but felt that the stranger in front of him was becoming more and more domineering.

"The girls are amazing, I can't hide it for too long."

The stranger said bluntly:

"You can understand as much as you can understand."

Before Thales had time to express his gratitude, the other party decisively opened his mouth without delay.

"First, the anchor."

In the void shrouded in thick ink, the stranger paced slowly around Thales, looking at him from different angles with his mysterious eyes emitting strong light.

"You have to find a good anchor for yourself. This is the easiest way to keep yourself."

Not yet recovered from the shocking changes in front of him, Thales was slightly puzzled:

"Anchor point?"

The stranger's footsteps stopped behind Thales.

"I don't like to use metaphors, but even as a junior, you are too far behind, so I can only explain in this unequal and rigorous way."

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

Behind him, the mysterious magician in the void said coldly:

"When you are wandering in the sea of ​​magic energy and feel the threshold rise and fall all the time, it is far more than your physical body that is affected."

"You need an anchor that locks you all the time, and even when you are in danger, pulls you back to the most basic physical state from the road to the threshold. This is the anchor point."

The strange and dense fog around flowed with the stranger's words, emitting a gleam of light and covering everything, making Thales feel like he was in a boundless sea.

at a loss.

The stranger didn't waste any time and continued:

"Accurate and effective anchor points can not only help you restrain your terrible impulses and desires, but also maintain your self and reason when in contact with magic energy, and it can even take effect after knocking on the door, pulling you back to the entity from the irresistible state State, return to self."

Thales pondered for a while: "So I need an anchor."

"How to do it?"

The stranger slowly raised a finger, and colorless ripples lingered from his fingertips again, forming illusions in front of his blurred face.

"Specifically, an anchor can be anything, a memory, an item, a feature, an event."

Memories, objects, traits, events...

Recognize yourself.

Restrain the impulse.

stay sane.

Return to self.

Thales suddenly remembered the inexplicable "knock on the door" six years ago.

At that time, the one who called him back to Dragon Clouds City from his so-called original state...

"But most importantly..."

The stranger continued:

"The anchor has to be straight to your ego."

Thales was taken aback for a moment, and then had questions:

"self?"

His mind went back to the stranger's previous words.

Be yourself.

but……

"Self," the stranger nodded, and the streamer flickered on the side of his head, bringing out a circle of blurred colorless ripples:

"The few things in you that cannot be confused by others."

The stranger's bright eyes flashed behind the blurred face.

"Now, answer me:" His voice became extremely cold and hard, making Thales have to pay attention to him:

"Who are you?"

Thales was slightly shocked.

"I?"

The boy subconsciously replied:

"Uh, Ty, Thales?"

But the stranger suddenly became aggressive.

"Thales? Humph!"

"How do you know there is only one Thales in the world?"

He spoke faster and asked coldly:

"What if I told you that there was an unlucky sailor named Thales in a bad bar in a port on the South Bank of the Stars one hundred and twenty-three years ago?"

"Is the anchor point pointing at you, or him?"

Thales was taken aback by his compact words.

The stranger said coldly:

"As I said, the self is the thing in you that cannot be confused by others."

"Thales, is this name you have used for more than ten years your true self, or is it a label given by others that you think is your self?"

Thales only felt that his breathing became more and more rapid.

"So again, who are you?" the stranger repeated sharply.

The strange thick fog around him lingered for a long time.

Gloomy.

Thales gritted his teeth and took a deep breath:

"Well, then... I was born in 665 of the Ending Calendar, from the lower city of Yongxing, and the first half of my life was terribly unlucky star Taylor?"

He raised his head and looked at the stranger tentatively.

"Hmph, adding content, narrowing the scope of label reference, and facilitating anchor pointing, seems to be very effective, but the question is, if this is effective..."

The stranger pondered for a while at first, as if he had a feeling, but finally changed his subject, sarcastically:

"Why don't you just throw a volume of biographies three feet thick?"

Thales frowned.

The stranger's tone was quite disdainful:

"The longer the kite line, the harder it is to control, and you put such a heavy load on the anchor, maybe it just set to 665, and the storm broke the line."

Thales frowned with a headache.

The stranger said coldly:

"Self! What you need is a precise definition, not redundant descriptions and multiple labels forcing you to be like the protagonist in a vulgar knight novel, facing the enemy and taking out a lot of seemingly powerful treasures and titles , but none of them really belonged to him.”

The stranger bent down, his blurry face almost touching the tip of Thales' nose.

The glare in his eyes is still bright, making people unable to open their eyes:

"One more time...you...are...who?"

The boy looked at him nervously.

The surrounding thick fog and huge waves rolled over and over again, which seemed to indicate the other party's mood at the moment.

It also put a lot of pressure on Thales.

Thales shook his heart, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'm the magician Prince Thales?"

"Can't be confused?"

Hearing that word, the stranger was silent for a moment, then slowly straightened up.

"Very well, this self seems to be very unique, but ah," the stranger snorted coldly:

"Is it really accurate?"

Thales was taken aback again.

"The three parts are so inseparable, so is the ego that your anchor point leads to be a magician, Thales, or a prince?"

The other party shook his head and said:

"Secondly, can your true self be summed up in these three words? Magician Prince Thales?"

The stranger snorted coldly and continued to ask:

"So, last time, who are you?"

What?

Thales, who had been being hit all the time, felt depressed.

Anxious and nervous, one after another oppressive interrogation, and the ensuing refutations, Thales had no chance to breathe and think carefully, only confused.

He no longer cared about the turbulent thick fog around the other party, nor did he have time to care about the weird scene in the critical area.

"I do not understand."

"How to determine the anchor point, can it be regarded as pointing to the self?"

Cherishing the last chance, Thales asked the stranger solemnly and seriously:

"And what is the ego?"

The teenager shook his head honestly: "I really don't understand."

The stranger seemed to have anticipated his question and snorted softly.

"Because it's harder than you think."

The mysterious magician raised his hands and said loudly:

"In this world, most people have difficulty recognizing themselves."

Following his words, the dense fog and ink waves in the boundary obediently moved out of the space, and the colorless waves transformed into miniature scenes in the void.

Those are countless faceless individuals.

From birth, growth, labor, achievement to death.

It is their birth, old age, sickness and death.

"They live in the world relying on a dazzling array of labels. Name, occupation, appearance, achievement, identity, status, blood relationship, relationship, title, power, wealth, objects..."

Thales stared blankly at his performance.

The stranger moved his hands, and the illusion changed accordingly:

"Some labels are directly given by others, and some labels are chosen by oneself later."

"However, no matter whether they are self-affirmed by others' reference, self-convinced by established habits, or defined by their position, they often fall into the external trap, thinking that what the label represents is themselves, but they never know the real What is the self."

Label……

self……

Thales frowned, puzzled.

"Anchor to meaningless labels, think that's who you are, and expect these things to bring you home..."

The opponent's fingers trembled, and the picture in the colorless waves shattered!

Thales was shocked.

The stranger's words carried a slight sense of alienation:

"Historically, many people have been lost in this step, disappeared into nothingness, and never came back. We call it the wrong anchor."

"No matter how strong the will is, once a person takes the wrong path, he will go the wrong way and make mistakes again and again."

wrong anchor...

lost...

At that moment, Thales felt that he had caught something, but when he looked back and thought about it, he didn't seem to understand anything.

He scratched his hair in pain:

"Self is not a label? An anchor cannot be set on a label?"

"Then where should I be?"

The stranger snorted softly, seemingly in disapproval.

"I don't know," the other party stared at him coldly, and there seemed to be a cold light on his blurred face:

"you tell me?"

All right.

Looking at the other party's appearance, Thales shook his head with a headache.

He is obviously not the kind of person who likes to reveal the answers to the students.

At the threshold of mystery, the stranger took a deep look at Thales and turned around.

"That's the end of keeping to yourself," he left the young man with a lonely back:

"As for how much you can experience..."

Thales was shocked!

"etc……"

But the opponent didn't turn his head back, seeing that he was about to sink into the thick fog.

At the same time, Thales also felt that everything around him was dissipating.

As if he was leaving soon.

Thales was anxious.

Damn it!

Anchors, ego...what the hell do these mean!

He stared at the stranger's slowly disappearing back, thinking desperately, at least find a way to keep him...

In order not to forget, in order to maintain sanity.

Find the anchor point when you lose control or raise your threshold.

Anchor pointing right at self, can pull me back...

so……

From the anchor to the ego, as an analogy, it is as if I were sailing in the sea and cast...

etc.

For example?

Having said this, the young man was suddenly taken aback.

He raised his head and stared blankly at the thick fog that gradually dissipated in the critical area.

"Guide!"

Thales blurted out subconsciously.

At that moment, the black fog around him suddenly trembled as if consciously!

The stranger turned his head, and the thick fog no longer dissipated.

He fixedly looked at Thales.

The latter panted and asked:

"You are Ashida's guide, aren't you?"

very good……

At least... I kept him.

Thales felt apprehensive.

Facing Thales' sudden question, the stranger seemed unprepared.

He moved slightly, and his blurred face trembled slightly.

A few seconds later, the stranger quietly asked:

"Why?"

Thales let out a breath slowly, feeling the slowly recovering memory.

"Ashda said that he hates metaphors," Thales tentatively said:

"You don't seem to like it either."

The stranger did not speak.

But Thales felt that this was the default.

"Why, why is it a metaphor, why do you hate metaphors?" Thales asked abruptly, and then realized something was wrong.

He looked down on the exact expression of the stranger, and could only feel the sudden movement of the other's eyes behind the curtain, causing a few ripples.

But he didn't look offended.

"Because," the stranger said in a strange tone:

"In the most serious and equal discussions, using metaphors is a kind of laziness and trickery."

Thales' heart moved, and he felt something touched.

Just listen to the stranger continue:

"It relies on one-sided common points to connect the noumenon and metaphor, but it tends to blur the essence and situation of things, indulge the speaker, mislead the listener, exile understanding to the appearance of metaphor, and unknowingly distort the original appearance of things."

"It is the scout of sophistry and empty talk, the vanguard of deviation and misunderstanding."

The stranger said indifferently:

"Even if there are similarities, the metaphor and the noumenon may not be in common; even if it is easy to understand, the understanding obtained through metaphor may not conform to the original meaning."

At that moment, Thales trembled slightly!

What did he understand.

Thales spoke subconsciously, learning the other party's sentence pattern word by word, but changed the target:

"Even if there are similarities, the label and the self may not be in common; even if it is easy to understand, the self obtained through the label may not be the real self."

Thales said blankly.

The stranger didn't answer, just stared quietly.

With the words spoken slowly, the boy's thoughts became more and more smooth.

He looked at the other party with a little eagerness and excitement: "So, to anchor yourself, what you really need is to remove all external labels."

"Get rid of what you say is confused by others."

"Because those labels also blur the essence of things, what is the self, right?"

The stranger remained silent.

Thales' eyes lit up, and he asked again and again: "They are like metaphors grabbed from other similar objects. They contain either too much or too little content. The situation is biased left and right, and they cannot represent themselves?"

Thales' thoughts became clearer and clearer, he punched his palm:

"So, I can't rely on external things to set an anchor to find myself. This will be the wrong anchor."

"Just like in the most serious discussions, you don't like to use metaphors to convey points, which ignore the context and distort the essence."

The stranger watched him silently.

Among the thousands of thoughts composed of mana, a few special thoughts floated up.

Maybe you're right, Ashida.

He is indeed different.

Not his blood, not his origin, not his aptitude.

but...

Thinking of this, the stranger snorted softly:

"Ironically, it's also a metaphor."

It seems very disdainful.

But at least he didn't deny Thales said silently.

That means...

At that moment, Thales frowned tightly.

"Be true to yourself."

He repeated subconsciously.

"Things that cannot be confused by others," the prince raised his head thoughtfully:

"So that's what it means."

The stranger folded his arms and his face slightly waved, making Thales think he was smiling.

I want to find, in this world...

Originally, completely, truly, something that belongs only to me.

"Because the other is hell."

Thales said in a daze.

The stranger's voice was full of doubts:

"What?"

Thales woke up and shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just the crazy talk of an old man named Sartre."

The stranger nodded, and the fog around him began to lift again.

"Then go," the mysterious magician said lightly, "return to the most violent out-of-control state."

"Test your anchors."

"If you succeed in maintaining your sanity and ego in the out-of-control state without getting lost, then you are officially stabilized in the physical stage and become a contactor, although I don't think the magic stage theory has much applicability to you. "

Thales' expression tightened. He thought of his companions on the other side who were in trouble, but he didn't say anything in the end.

But when things came to an end, he hesitated slightly.

"What if I fail?"

The stranger sneered:

"If your anchor fails...then you will repeat the same mistakes, raising the threshold like crazy, until you knock on the door, waiting for two girls who are eager to fight to find you..."

Thales frowned.

"What's more, because you are starting from the critical point, the next accidental knock on the door will only be more violent. I think you may be completely lost in your original state and become a kite with a broken string."

Thales was stunned for a moment, struggling to understand the other party's words: "A kite with a broken string?"

"So where am I going?"

The stranger shook his head.

"have no idea."

The momentum around him changed, and his words became silent:

"Because nobody came back."

Ai, motherfucker, forgot to guard against theft!