Knock on the door.

Girls?

Thales frowned, feeling more and more memories come back to his mind, as if the fog on the sea gradually disappeared, revealing the clear water.

"Girl?" he asked doubtfully.

But the strange figure seemed to be impatient no longer.

"We don't have much time," the stranger hidden behind the strange curtain whispered:

"The critical point of the first threshold is only 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's heart moved, and he suddenly knew the identities of the "girls".

Why.

Everyone else, whether Giza or Ashida, talks about them with a change of color and a deep sense of fear.

But this person...

Actually calling them...

"And you..."

The strange figure slowly raised his hand towards Thales, and a colorless wave appeared on his fingers.

There was a slight ringing in the ears, and a faint sense of threat arose spontaneously!

Thales couldn't help but tighten his facial features and subconsciously wanted to be on guard.

But he was embarrassed to find that in this strange space, he couldn't even find his arm.

However, the most surprising thing happened: a silver glow and a white light appeared in front of his eyes at the same time, like a little beast that had been stimulated.

They seemed to have intentionally blocked Thales and the stranger, forming a barrier.

What?

The sudden change left Thales stunned on the spot.

"Really, old friend..." There was a touch of fatigue and vicissitudes in the stranger's words.

Fortunately, the vague stranger seemed to have no desire to explore further. He put down his finger and just watched silently as the silver glow and white light on Thales appeared, and then silently watched them disappear.

Seemingly thoughtful.

Thales was left alone looking at the abnormality on his body in surprise.

"You are really lucky, kid," the stranger finally shook his head slowly after observing him for a while:

"More than one old friend is looking after you - it's all thanks to them that you can hide it from the eyes and ears of the girls, and even stay on the edge rarely, so as not to get lost and suffer harm."

Thales became more and more confused:

"Old friend?"

Look after me.

Stay on the edge.

Don't get lost.

If he has some understanding.

"You mean...this?"

Thales raised his right hand - he suddenly found that his missing limbs appeared completely in front of him one after another - and tapped the forehead where the silver glow was.

Is it "never lost"?

The stranger did not deny it. He lowered his head and seemed to be thinking about something.

Thales was observing his sudden appearance of his right hand in shock. He raised his head after hearing this:

"So, you are friends with the guy below Longxiao City? Then who are you..."

The strange figure raised his gaze, but had no intention of asking Thales any questions or answers.

"In the past six years, Asheida has sent me more contacts than in the previous six hundred years combined."

His words made Thales slightly startled:

"The content has also changed from a cookie-cutter inflammatory declaration to a purely academic discussion about magic masters. He has almost turned back into a scholar - it can be seen that he cares about you very much."

There was a hint of interest in the stranger's words.

"But I didn't know why until I saw you in person, kid."

Thales felt terrified when he was stared at, even though he couldn't feel where the other person's eyes were.

"You are different," the stranger said without a doubt:

"Whether it was the unqualified knock on the door that you completed in order to escape last time, or the willful threshold increase that was just a hair away this time."

The last knock on the door?

Thales was shocked.

etc.

The last time I knocked on the door, I was trying to escape...

Dragon Sky City, Blood Magician, Sky Queen... more and more words came to me with the memory.

And what about this time?

Thales was stunned.

This "willful threshold raising"... is for... what?

His heart became more and more anxious.

What did he forget?

"But being different is not a good thing."

The faceless stranger stood in front of him, seeming to express emotion:

"It should be noted that becoming a magician is not a simple process."

The stranger gently opened his hands, and colorless ripples emerged from the air between his hands, and four transparent doors the size of his hands emerged, each one more delicate and majestic than the last.

"Object, view, chaos, essence - these four stages have been summarized by countless predecessors. They are the only way to become a magician from a mortal body. The progress and experience of different magicians in each stage

, the reactions and results are slightly different, even vastly different, but the four stages of the magician are generally the same."

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

four stages?

Object, view, chaos, essence?

Thales' nerves tightened: in the gradually recovered memories, it seemed that Asheida had never explained this to him - or maybe he had actually explained it, but he didn't remember it?

So……

He glanced sideways at the stranger in front of him.

What on earth is this person...

The stranger's words gradually became serious:

"However, starting from the 'object' stage of experiencing out-of-control magic energy, to successfully knocking on the door at the last step of 'pure', obtaining the threshold name, and transforming into a true magician, this process is not smooth and logical."

"But every step is full of hardships and obstacles."

Hearing this, Thales' curiosity was completely aroused.

"Historically, no matter whether it is the three major magic towers or the mage inheritance outside the tower, too many people fell on these four steps before finally becoming a magician, and have been lost since then," the stranger seemed to sigh:

"There's no way back."

"And even if it's the person who takes the last step and successfully finds the name..." The stranger paused for a moment and did not continue.

Thales' eyelids twitched slightly.

He has already captured many keywords.

The three magic towers...

Too many people...become magicians...

The stranger's words restored indifference:

"But these difficulties and risks are by no means meaningless: the process of gradually overcoming these dangers is itself a rare exercise and the cornerstone of our becoming magicians."

The stranger spoke in a smooth and clear manner.

Compared with an unscrupulous teacher who often disappears, likes to whet his appetite, looks charming but has a very bad temper, and has nothing but a handsome face...

Thales shook his head to get rid of the image in blue.

"But like I said, you are different."
To be continued...