Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 430 Magical Energy Sub-Contract
Knock on the door.

Girls?

Thales frowned, feeling more and more memories returning to his mind, as if the fog on the sea was gradually disappearing, revealing clear water.

"A girl?" he asked, puzzled.

But the unfamiliar figure seemed to have lost patience.

“We don’t have much time,” the stranger hidden behind the mysterious curtain whispered.

"The critical point of the first threshold is just one step away from knocking on the door. As long as they come to their senses and lower their heads slightly, they can still detect your presence."

Thales' heart skipped a beat; he suddenly realized who the "girls" were.

why.

Everyone else, whether it was Giza or Ashida, turned pale and deeply fearful when they talked about them.

But this person...

They actually called them...

"And you..."

The stranger slowly raised his hand towards Thales, his fingers rippling with a colorless light.

A slight ringing sounded in my ears, and a faint sense of threat arose spontaneously!

Thales's features tightened involuntarily, and he subconsciously wanted to be on guard.

But to his embarrassment, he discovered that in this bizarre space, he couldn't even find his arm.

However, the most surprising thing happened: a silver gleam and a white light appeared simultaneously before his eyes, like a small animal that had been stimulated.

They seemed to be consciously blocking Thales and the stranger, forming a barrier.

what?
The sudden change left Thales stunned.

"Is that so, old friend..." The stranger's words revealed a hint of weariness and vicissitude.

Fortunately, the blurry stranger seemed to have no desire to explore further. He lowered his fingers and silently watched the silver and white light appear on Thales' body and then silently watch them disappear.

He seemed to be deep in thought.

Thales was left alone, staring in astonishment at the strange phenomenon on his body.

“You are very lucky, child,” the stranger said slowly, shaking his head after observing him for a while.
"More than one old friend is looking after you—you are able to keep your distance from the girls and even stay on the edge, which is rare, without getting lost and harmed, all thanks to them."

Thales became increasingly puzzled:
"Old friend?"

They took care of me.

It remains at the critical point.

So as not to get lost.

If he realizes something.

"You mean... this?"

Thales raised his right hand—and suddenly found that his missing limbs reappeared completely before his eyes—and touched the forehead where the silver glow was.

Is it "never getting lost"?
The stranger did not deny it; he lowered his head, seemingly deep in thought.

Thales, who was staring in astonishment at his suddenly appearing right hand, looked up at the words:

"So, you're friends with that guy down below Dragon Sky City...? Then who exactly are you...?"

The stranger raised his eyes, but showed no intention of engaging in a question-and-answer session with Thales.

“In the past six years, Ashida has sent me more messages than in the previous six hundred years combined.”

His words startled Thales slightly:
"The content also changed from the same old inflammatory declarations to a pure academic discussion about magic users. He almost turned back into a scholar—you can tell he cares about you a lot."

The stranger's words carried a hint of interest.

"But I didn't know why until I saw you with my own eyes, my child."

Thales felt uneasy under the other person's gaze, even though he couldn't sense where the other person's eyes were.

“You are different,” the stranger said unequivocally.

"Whether it was your subpar knocking last time in an attempt to escape, or your reckless ascent of the threshold this time, which was just a hair's breadth away from safety."

The last time I knocked on the door?
Thales was startled.

and many more.

The last time I knocked on the door was to escape for my life...

Dragon Sky City, Blood Mage, Sky Queen... more and more words came flooding back with memories.

And what about this time?

Thales was stunned.

What is the purpose of this "reckless threshold increase"?
He became increasingly anxious.

What exactly did he forget?
"But being different is not always a good thing."

An indistinct stranger stood before him, seemingly lost in thought:

"It should be understood that becoming a magic user is not a simple process."

The stranger gently parted his hands, and colorless ripples emanated from the air between them, revealing four transparent doors the size of his palms, each more exquisite and imposing than the last.

"The four stages of material, observation, chaos, and refinement are summarized by countless predecessors. They are the necessary paths for a mortal to become a magic master. Different magic masters have slightly different progress, experiences, reactions, and results in each stage, sometimes even vastly different. But the four stages of a magic master are roughly like this."

From left to right, the four transparent doors shattered one after another, returning to colorless ripples.

Four stages?

Object, Observation, Chaos, Purity?

Thales tensed up: in his gradually returning memories, Ashida seemed to have never explained these things to him—or perhaps she had explained them, but he couldn't remember them?
So……

He glanced sideways at the stranger in front of him.

What exactly is this person...?

The stranger's words gradually became serious:
"However, from the 'object' stage of experiencing uncontrolled magical energy to successfully knocking on the door at the final step of 'purity', obtaining the threshold name, and transforming into a true magical energy master, the process is not smooth sailing or a matter of course."

"Instead, every step is fraught with hardship and danger."

Hearing this, Thales' curiosity was completely piqued.

"Historically, whether it's the three great magic towers or the lineage of mages outside the towers, far too many people have fallen on these four steps before finally becoming mage masters, and have become lost forever," the stranger seemed to sigh with regret.

"No way back."

"And even if you take that final step and successfully find the person in the threshold..." The stranger paused slightly, then didn't continue.

Thales' eyelids twitched slightly.

He has already grasped quite a few keywords.

The three magic towers...

Too many people... have become magic users...

The stranger's words returned to indifference:
"But these difficulties and risks are by no means meaningless: the process of gradually overcoming these obstacles is itself a rare form of training and the cornerstone for us to become magic users."

The stranger spoke eloquently, logically, and clearly.

Compared to that certain unscrupulous teacher who frequently disappears, likes to keep people in suspense, appears charming but actually has a terrible temper, and is good for nothing except for his handsome face...

Thales shook his head, trying to shake off the image of that man in blue.

"But as I said, you are different."

"From ancient times to the present, no one has ever been able to cross the barriers of the first three steps and ascend to the 'pure' stage in one step when 'out of control' like you, abruptly rising to the threshold and knocking on the door to enter the true state—that is the final test for a magic master."

The blurry, unfamiliar face moved slightly, as if vibrating in the air, creating ripples against the equally invisible background:

"This is your strength, but it is also your weakness; in fact, it is extremely dangerous."

Thales frowned:
"You mean... the Twin Emperors? I heard Aishida mention that they can find me when I knock on the door? But putting that aside, can you explain first..."

“That’s just an external threat,” the stranger interrupted him bluntly.
"For us, the greatest danger always comes from within."

Thales was taken aback.

The other person continued speaking, their tone suddenly becoming tense:

"For example, as the number of times increases, when you 'lose control,' do you always uncontrollably slide towards the edge of knocking on the door?"

Unstoppable?

Thales was startled and looked up sharply at the other person's indistinct face.

The stranger coldly pressed on:
"For example, when you 'lose control,' is it like being drunk, experiencing memory loss, and suddenly forgetting everything?" "Even... forgetting yourself?"

Memory fragmentation.

I forgot everything.

Forget yourself?

Thales's briefly lost memories came flooding back, slowly filling in the gaps in his memory.

forget?

His heart grew increasingly fearful, and his body trembled slightly.

I must have forgotten something.

Some very important things...

Especially me, why... why am I here? What was I doing before?
Thales felt a cold sweat break out and a chill run down his spine.

Panicked, he looked up, and the way he looked at the stranger was different now:

"You are... how did you know..."

But the figure remained indifferent, as if even speaking to Thales was merely a tedious and bureaucratic task:

"Because you're walking too fast."

"You haven't experienced the crucial step from 'object' to 'perspective,' and you haven't overcome the hurdle that every new couple inevitably faces after 'losing control'..."

"Therefore, there was no opportunity to understand what is external, what is self, how to come into contact with it, how to observe it, and ultimately how to comprehend magical energy..."

His words grew increasingly serious, as if he were expounding on a research question of immense value:

"That's why when you come into contact with magical energy, you can't control the urge and pleasure of ascending to the threshold. Your consciousness becomes so blurred that you can't even distinguish yourself from the outside world. You can only subconsciously rely on the magical energy whose threshold name is still unknown and rush around randomly."

"Until a hasty knock on the door, we enter a state fraught with danger."

Thales opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

The stranger nodded, as if he knew what he was going to say.

"With the watchful eyes of old friends, you might be lucky enough to return once or twice, and not get lost..."

His voice gradually became terrifying:
"But three times, five times, ten times, twenty times..."

Thales clenched his fist.

That's why I can't remember...

He gritted his teeth.

I can't remember anything before this...

It felt like there was a little voice inside Thales's head, constantly urging him on:

Hurry, hurry, you still have things to do.

fast!
The stranger nodded: "You're lucky, but you're not 'that' lucky."

"It's impossible for good fortune to last forever."

Thales suddenly looked up!

The boy suppressed his anxiety and looked at the other person with a resolute gaze:

"Then teach me."

The stranger stared at him without replying.

“I know that since you’re here, you must have a way.”

Thales gritted his teeth and said, "Teach me how to overcome this, I need... I can't, I can't fall into this state again."

hateful.

Why would I risk using magical energy?

Remember it!

I'm reminded of... things I should have cared about.

Go back to... where I belong.

However, the other person slowly shook their head, and even turned their body to look into the distance.

“It is Ashida’s responsibility to guide you; I cannot interfere.”

The stranger said calmly:
"Among the group of magic users, there is a sacred and inviolable relationship between the guide and the guided. For example, you and Ashida have a special and close connection, and you are special and important to each other."

what?
Guide?
Thales frowned slightly.

Me and Ashida? To each other?
A special and close connection, a unique and important existence.

A sacred and inviolable relationship...

Thinking of this, Telston felt a chill run down his spine.

Are you kidding me?
Thales raised his head indignantly: "But..."

However, the stranger then changed the subject.

"But for the sake of old friends, I can still offer you some advice, so that you'll be somewhat prepared when facing a similar predicament again," the stranger said earnestly.
"At least not to the point of completely forgetting consciousness and losing oneself when things get out of control and reach a critical threshold."

Thales, who was about to persuade the other party, was slightly surprised that the stranger had agreed so quickly.

"listen."

"To protect ourselves, and to protect others," the stranger became serious again:

"A few pioneering magic users have summarized three commonly accepted rules, which you may take as advice."

Thales' eyes lit up:
"You mean... the three covenants of magic users?"

The stranger nodded:

"Did Aishida tell you?"

Thales frowned, trying to extract what he wanted from his hazy memories.

"There is only one rule: the initial covenant of magical energy, and no further investigation into each other's actions."

Thales pondered these words, then looked up at the other person with hopeful eyes.

But he was going to be disappointed.

This time, the stranger remained silent for a long time.

The other party simply stood silently in the void, seemingly without anything, without moving an inch.

Finally, just as Thales felt he was about to stare through the blurry face, the other person spoke softly.

"That's it? The Initial Pact of Magical Power?"

The stranger stirred slightly:
"Is this the first thing he told you?"

"The initial agreement was, 'Let's not investigate further'?"

Thales sensed something was amiss from the other person's tone.

Surrounded by a mysterious mist and an eerie, cloud-like glow, the unfamiliar figure instilled in Thales an indescribable sense of dread.

But the anxiety and pressure in his heart forced Thales to suppress his doubts and urge the other party.

"He only told me this one thing," the boy frowned.
"What's wrong?"

After a long pause, the stranger decisively shook his head.

"nothing."

But his tone made Thales inexplicably uneasy.

But Thales was quickly drawn to the other person's next sentence.

“Listen carefully, child. Now that Aishida has taught you the First Covenant, then…”

The stranger raised his head and said with utmost solemnity:
"What I'm about to tell you is the second clause of the Three Covenants of Magic."

The Three Covenants of Magic.

Article .

Telston immediately became solemn and listened attentively.

"The Magical Covenant," a stranger behind the blurry veil spoke softly, his voice heavy:

"Be mindful of your own self-control."

(End of this chapter)