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"I'm still not worried about that strange doctor staying with His Highness. Beside the fire, Wyay stared strangely at another fire in the distance, where only two figures, one large and one small, sat around.

It was the third night they had arrived at the Rumba barracks, and Ramon claimed that he would review Tails' injuries alone, and strangely enough, His Royal Highness the Prince agreed to him.

"He's a prince, you can do whatever you want. Putile smoked his pipe and exhaled a cloud of smoke, which made Huaiya next to him look sink: "In addition, relax your heart, Ramon's jealousy of His Highness is not pretended." ”

"Moreover, with so many Exeter soldiers on duty around, His Highness is safe," Putile glanced at the Exeter soldiers who were standing guard or patrolling around him, and then at Edda, who was not far away, and said slowly: "Besides, if Ramon is really an assassin, he has too many opportunities on the battlefield before...... Don't forget, it was he who rescued His Highness. ”

Waiya remembered what happened on the battlefield, and her heart moved slightly.

"Speaking of which...... What happened to Your Highness?" the young attendant said worriedly, "At that time, he obviously couldn't even breathe......"

Putilai looked at Huaiya with a suspicious face and squinted slightly.

"You've been haunted by this?" said the thin lieutenant with interest.

"It's not just that," Huaiya frowned, and while thinking solemnly, he expressed the doubts in his heart: "Your Highness's physique is very good...... In fact, it was too good for me to expect, no matter how serious the injury, the time to heal was measured in days......"

But that's more suspicious, isn't it?

"And the kind of abilities that Your Highness spoke of from the Black Prophet...... I can't help but care. Huaiya lowered his head and glanced at the single-edged sword in his hand: "After all, that's a secret science, although Your Highness is ...... But he's just a kid after all, and it's not a good thing to get too close to Myko. ”

Secret Branch.

Hum.

Putile raised his head and spat out a puff of smoke at the moon in the sky with a complicated expression.

"You think the secret department is a terrible place?" the deputy envoy didn't look at Wya.

Waiya pursed her lips and nodded.

"I've heard a lot of stories about it, some ridiculous, some weird, some unreasonable," the young squire drew his sword, his voice full of hesitation, "but I have to admit that the mystery of the kingdom's secret department, as well as the reputation of the Black Prophet, are terrifying. ”

"I thought you hadn't heard too much about the Black Prophet at your age," Putile smiled, "You know, Morat has been in control of the secret department for more than thirty years, and I even suspect that when the young Eddie II was crowned, Morat was already working in the secret department." ”

Waiya wiped his sword and shrugged:

"When I was training in the Tower of Ending, I heard this joke: one of the four major intelligence agencies in the world happened, the Red Witch broke a teacup, the White Priest burned an oil lamp, the Young Captain wore an old robe, and the Black Prophet slept in a pillowcase...... Guess what's the worst consequence?"

"Maybe there's one more thing missing," Putile took a puff of tobacco, the corners of his mouth curled, "The Grey Sword Guard has worn out a scabbard. ”

Huaiya chuckled together with Putira.

"Master Shao is not as impersonal and terrifying as rumored by the outside world, it's just that as the tower master of the Tower of End, he is more calm and serious," Huaiya showed a nostalgic look and nodded, "Moreover, except for his hair and beard, there is no place where he is gray. ”

"Waiya, as an attendant," said Putirai after the joke, "It is good to care for the prince you serve, but ......"

He looked at Wyay Cassel with a compulsive gaze, "Would you like to hear a piece of advice?"

Wya's eyebrows were raised, a deferential expression on his face.

"Each Star Prince is like a separate secret department, and they all have a lot of secret vaults," Putile said with a deep look in his eyes, "It's enough to just care about what you should know." ”

Wya's brow furrowed.

"Don't make life too hard," Putile sighed, "You must know that the princes' own lives alone are hard enough. ”

Especially...... They also have the surname Bright Star.

Putile said silently.

The figure that used to be in my heart came to mind.

Huaiya looked at the crackling fire with a complicated expression.

"Lord Putira, I remember what you said in the birch forest that day," Wyaa said silently, turning over his weapon, "You were also a squire?"

Putira's pipe no longer smokes.

Mr. Vice-Chancellor spat out his cigarette holder and looked at Wya.

The latter raised his eyes and asked him with a flat expression: "Then you ...... Which prince did you serve?"

Putile's eyes focused on the fire paused for a moment.

"Just ...... Your father is the same. After a few seconds, he said slowly.

"But I'm older, and I'm leaving the prince early. ”

Wya's gaze was straight at him, his hand wiping his weapon unnoticed.

"Yes, squire," the young squire looked complicated and deep-eyed, "do you have a family?"

Putirai turned his head and gave Waiya a deep look.

It's funny.

He said silently: Xingchen's famous "cunning fox", the leader and signatory of the "Fortress Peace Treaty", but he can't even handle his own family.

But then his eyes darkened.

How good can you be?

"Listen, Wya," the lieutenant said, rubbing the slowly cooling pipe in his hand, and his tone was heavier than usual:

"Gilbert was a competent and excellent chamberlain, well-organized, meticulous, and always faithful to his ideals and goals - he had his own principles. ”

Huaiya clenched the blade of her sword slightly.

"Even if those principles are so cold sometimes?" said the young squire lightly.

"Cold?" Putileh snorted:

"Sometimes, you have to make a choice – no matter how difficult it may be. ”

Before Waiya could respond, a discordant voice interjected into their conversation out of thin air.

"Good evening, two distinguished guests of the stars," said Viscount Kambida, a subordinate of the Grand Duke of the Black Sands, his most trusted adviser, who came from afar in a thick military suit peculiar to the Northlands:

"I hope I didn't bother you!"

Kambida smiled and sat down opposite the playful-looking Putile and the disparate Waiya.

"You did bother us. Huaiya looked at Kambida with an unkind look in his eyes, and flicked the blade of the sword in his hand lightly, making a cool crisp sound.

"Very well, that means I've got your attention. Kambida took off his gloves and lit the fire, "Why don't you stay in the tent? It's cold, and it's the Northland." ”

"We love the open wilderness," replied Putile, emptying the ashes from his pipe, and indifferently, his thin face flashing in the firelight. ”

"Don't worry," Kambida smiled lightly, seeing through their thoughts, "You're in Exeter, and the Exeters are not in the habit of listening to tent corners. ”

He turned his head and looked at the Star Prince and his doctor in the distance, "The prince is safe here. ”

Kambida narrowed his eyes, "What a special prince, isn't it?"

Otherwise, the Grand Duke would not have given such an evaluation.

Wyay snorted disdainfully.

Putira's brow furrowed.

They began to pay attention to the prince.

Probably the kid was in the Rumba tent the other day and said something strange.

This is not a good sign.

The deputy envoy pulled out the cigarette pouch, grabbed the next handful of tobacco, and said lightly: "It seems that we are going to leave tomorrow." ”

Wya's eyebrows furrowed.

Kambida's face froze, and he looked at Putirai vigilantly: "You know?"

"What about the words on your face, and the sergeants who went back and forth all night...... And," Putile, unconcerned, picked up a burning branch from the fire and rekindled the pipe: "Isn't that what you're here for?"

"Convey your lord's wishes?"

Silent.

Kambida stared at Putirai earnestly, as if to re-observe him.

"Yes," His Excellency the Viscount of the Black Sand Lords said calmly, "we will set off tomorrow, and I will lead a force of two thousand men, including five hundred cavalry and Lord Tulha, the fiery knight, to escort His Highness Tails straight to Longxiao City, and on the way there will be no rest in the castles or towns of any lord and noble, at most camping in the wilderness." ”

"Two thousand, and bypassing the castle, in order to ensure that no one will be plotted again?" Putileh chuckled lightly, "I'm really worried about your lord...... It seems that Rumba is also desperate, and he has no clue who is behind the calculation of him. ”

Kambida's face changed slightly.

"I thought that keeping promises and being loyal was the glorious and proud tradition of the Northland," Puttilai asked softly, "but look at the current barracks, which smells of intrigue and trickery everywhere, who else can you fully believe?"

Kambida's expression stiffened.

"Do you know what it's called?" Putirai snorted, "If the beam is not right, there will also be a crooked shadow...... King Nunn and your lord. ”

Kambida grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and gently squeezed it apart, watching it fall from between his fingers.

"Don't judge the internal affairs of the Northlands, Imperial," the Viscount said coldly, "At least in the land of the Black Sand Territory, accidents will not happen again. ”

Wyay put his sword back into its sheath - he sensed that something wasn't quite right.

"Accidentally, the trainer of the magic gun may have a different opinion," Putile put down his pipe and laughed, "I'll give you a suggestion, Your Excellency the Viscount, who has no clue." ”

Kambida's eyes moved: "What do you know?"

"Don't check that Hardy's connection with the Grand Duke and the lords, you're doomed to be in vain," Putirai frowned and tested the temperature of the pipe, making sure it didn't burn well: "It's better to find out his business offline, and start with the scrapped magic gun from the black market......"

Kambida looked puzzled: "Black market?"

"Ah, the people of the Northland who despise the magic guns," Putile sneered, "Compared to buying them directly from the Imperial Kingdom, the training of the magic guns is the most expensive, and the integrity of the core and the freshness of the parts are inversely proportional to the proficiency of the soldiers in operating the magic guns." ”

Kambida looked thoughtful.

Huaiya on the side was confused.

"Grand Duke of the Black Sands is very skilled in the magic gun troops, and the accuracy of the salvo is also very good," Putile glanced at Kambida and flicked the metal rod of his pipe, "According to my experience, unless the Grand Duke of Rumba is willing to lay off half of his knights and heavy cavalry, and allocate a large amount of gold coins every month to support the training of magic guns, it will definitely not be able to train such a unit in three years." ”

"He must find enough financial resources to maintain such a force with a lot of training in order to come in handy at a critical moment......

"Fortunately, there are only three years, and there is only one training officer," Putile said mockingly, adding some tobacco, "in another three years, those troops will probably be able to carry out the order of 'turn around and fire at the Grand Duke's place' meticulously, right?"

Ignoring Putira's sarcasm, Kambida continued, word for word, "So he must find a way to the black market, such as using the Magic Gun that has been scrapped and should have been destroyed according to the agreement, in exchange for money, worn parts, eternal oil, and even bribing the purchasing officials who went to the Imperial Kingdom to buy the magic cores. ”

Putile shrugged and lit his pipe again, "I promise, his black marketeers know a lot more about him than the big soldiers. ”

Kambida exhaled, and then asked, "Why can't it be the mastermind and financier behind him who directly gives him financial support?"

"If that's the case, you've already found out the clues about his dealings with other forces, and you still need to drag it out until now?" said Putirai disdainfully.

Kambida's face turned red—he had been so preoccupied with the matter for the past few days that even his basic judgment had been affected.

Wya's brow was ...... He didn't quite understand the conversation between the two.

Silent.

"Lord Putilai, the 'Dark Room' has provided you with information," Viscount Kambida, who had figured out something, said slowly, "I'm starting to believe their words. ”

"Oh, what an honor," Putile, with a look of intoxication, took a deep puff of his tobacco, "what does the Darkroom say about me?"

"They only have information from before you left the court, but it's interesting enough," Kambida's eyes showed intense interest:

"Putile Niemann, the man who weaves the web within the walls of the palace, the silent planner. ”

Waiya looked at Putirai with a look of surprise.

This guy ......

"Ha," Putileh turned his head and smiled, "The Scarlet Witch's men really look up to me!"

"No, I think," Cambida said, with a thoughtful look, "it's time for their intelligence to be updated." ”

"The people in the palace walls may be good at observing words and feelings, and giving advice," Viscount Kambida curled the corners of his mouth and put on his gloves again, "but some wisdom must be precipitated by experience and insight. ”

Putile emitted two trills from his nasal cavity, and by the way, a puff of smoke came out.

"By the way, Lord Putile Niemann, His Excellency the former Viscount of the Stars," Cambida stood up, smiling sheepishly, "that decision to reverse the impact on the battlefield was both brave and decisive. ”

Very good.

Putile took a deep look at Tails and Ramon in the distance.

Now they like me more than you.

――――

"We're in the land of Exeter...... It's not our deal!" Ramon stared at Tails in front of him with an angry expression.

"The Exeters refuse to let anyone who has anything to do with the Star Mission go," Tails grabbed a twig and stirred up the fire, snorting at the nearby Exeter soldiers, sighing, "I'm just a powerless Star Prince, what can I do?"

"You can't do this," Ramon gritted his teeth, "I saved your life - find a way to get me out!"

"You didn't save my life!" Tails frowned, "Remember, I'm just out of strength, and you're just on the battlefield ......"

"We all know it's a lie!" Ramon laughed angrily, "I don't know what you did, but most of the organs in your body have failed that day, and no matter how strong your constitution is, it doesn't matter...... Even the strongest horses can't drag wheelless carriages, and I've done everything in my power to arouse your life potential......"

"Smack!"

Tails strained to break the branch in his hand.

"I'm physically strong, and that's a good thing. On the contrary, you, it is better to be quiet, you don't need to be loud to examine the patient's body," Tails said coldly, "if you don't want that poor little secret to be known...... Ramon 'Doctor'. ”

He especially bit the accent on the "doctor".

"Speaking of which," Ramon said with a look around and a uncertain face, "Well, at least find me a letter crow......

Tails snorted from his nose.

"Don't worry, doctor," Tails scratched through the snow as he scribbled through the memories that had come to his mind over the past few days, such as the pictures-like lumps of text, "the gangsters don't dare to provoke a well-trained army, and they don't have to worry about the Blood Vials." ”

"At the end of the day, gangsters are just gangsters. ”

"Ha, Your Royal Highness, do you really think so?" Ramon turned his head and smiled mockingly.

Tails was expressionless, but his heart sank.

In fact, Ramon has a point.

Those two gangs, maybe not so simple.

In particular, the Blood Vials are still the forces of Ashida and Giza, two madmen...... The forces of calamity.

It's weird.

Even if the Blood Vial Gang often helps powerful nobles do some dirty things, they can't ignore the threat of mages, right?

Why would Xingchen allow such a gang to entrench in Eternal Star City? Is it because he is confident enough in the legendary anti-demon weapons he has in his hands to think that he can control the magicians?

How can it be...... Tails thought back to Giza's figure and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Although Ashda doesn't care about the life or death of the Blood Vials, if he is as powerful as him, why would he interfere in the gang turf grabbing that is dispensable to him?

And the Brotherhood of the Black Street...... The people who actually dared to harbor the "Monarch Killer Family" Saliton family in the royal capital could still firmly suppress the Blood Vial Gang - you know, the latter has the dual backstage of a magician and a great nobleman.

The two gangsters—Tails couldn't help but think of his five years in the fraternity—had too many doubts.

And there's one in front of you.

Tails looked at the big-nosed strange doctor, who was staring at him in the firelight.

Ramon himself, a doctor with a secret, travels across the border between the two countries, at the center of the maelstrom of the Bloodvial's struggle with the Brotherhood......

Tails smiled.

"The prince is not a being who can casually agree to the requests of others," the second prince of the stars looked at Ramon with interest, "Since you have a request, then come and make a deal and exchange it for something valuable." ”

Ramon was stunned.

"For example, I find it interesting where your powers come from," Tails stretched as he pretended not to care, "In exchange, I'll try to negotiate with them...... At least you can use the letter crow to contact your brotherhood friends, and maybe there's something else ...... you're going to do."

Ramon looked at Tails in a daze.

Does he still care about that?

A prince?

Wait, what if......

After a while, Ramon spoke with difficulty:

"You are the prince of the stars, and you have no relationship with Morat Hansen," Ramon gritted his teeth, considering his words and tone, "and leave my secret in your hands...... I'm not that stupid. ”

"And...... Didn't you learn that mind-reading ability from the Black Prophet?" Ramon snorted.

"Oh, come on, I don't want to dig any more secrets out of your brain," Tails shook his head, "That's a nerve-wracking power...... Hurt your brain. ”

Ramon looked at Tails steadily, a strange color in his eyes: "Although you are just a child, you don't seem to care much about my health." ”

Tails didn't speak, just quietly looked back at Ramon.

"I do have some guesses," Tails said word by word, "I've seen the gods and know what the process is, but you don't seem to have the step to communicate with the gods......"

"Those powers, the powers you use to heal and save people......"

Under Ramon's strange gaze, Tails slowly uttered his biggest conjecture

"It's magic, isn't it?"

Ramon was expressionless, neither admitting nor denying.

Tails knew the answer.

Magic.

Tails exhaled softly in his heart.

This is a word that has never been heard since he came into this world.

Until one night on Hongfang Street, which changed his fate.

[A long, long time ago, there was only magic in the world, not magic power. 】

These are the exact words of Ashida.

[So, you don't even know the connection between magic and magic......]

These are the words of Giza.

It's true that the Exeters don't let anyone in the mission leave. But Tails is the prince of the stars after all, and if he insists, then it is not impossible for Rumba to let go and let the irrelevant Ramon go.

But Tails didn't.

Because Ramon may have what he wants.

Tails had to figure out everything about himself.

For example, magic energy...... and magic that is closely related to it.

Ramon laughed heartily.

Until Tails frowned impatiently.

"The Black Prophet doesn't know you well, and you're not his student, are you?" the strange doctor stopped smiling and asked slowly, "Otherwise you wouldn't know this." ”

Tails' heart moved.

He knew the crux of the matter.

"So," Tails looked at the Exeter soldiers around him, glanced at Edda, who was bored at the door of the tent, and then at Putileh and Huaiya in the distance, and said lightly:

"Magic, is this a secret that can make the Black Prophet sit still?"

Ramon didn't speak, just stared at him.

Tails suddenly laughed.

"I am a prince, and he is a vassal of my father," said the second prince, "and he sometimes grants my requests, and that's all...... He didn't tell me much. ”

"It's really funny," Ramon's eyes widened, his expression strange and fanatical, as if he had met Tails for the first time, "the new prince of the stars, is actually interested in that kind of thing...... It's really fun. ”

Tails frowned.

What do you mean?

Is that something I shouldn't know?

"Do you really want to know?"

Ramon's eyes widened and he sighed, "Morat won't be happy." ”

Tails clenched his fists slightly.

"I am the future Supreme King of the Stars," Tails felt his voice tremble slightly as he said "King":

"Do you think I'll care if he's happy or not?"

"Good, good, explain magic to the prince of the stars, to the descendants of the empire," Ramon said with an eerie smile and a shaking head and closing his eyes, "It's a good deal, and I'm going to have a lot of fun with it." ”

Tails narrowed his eyes.

"Shall we begin then?" said the prince.

Ramón's eyes snapped open.

"How's your history class, Your Highness?" said Ramon slowly.

"I mean, how did humanity resist the ancient orcs and defeat them in the battle to chase the saints, and how did they negotiate peace with the ancient elves and ancient dwarves in the battle for survival, and finally rise to the history of the world?"

Tails blushed.

Well, since he was taken to the Mindish Hall, he didn't really have much time to read history.

"Not very well," Tails said slowly, "but I know that in the history of the confrontation between humans and orcs, we have awakened the supernatural power - that is, today's end power, and the first knights have appeared......"

But Ramon interrupted him.

"So, it's not just magic," the strange doctor looked at Tails with a look of excitement, "you don't even know the history of mages and magic towers, do you?"

Tails frowned.

"So," Ramon laughed, "like the vast majority of the world, you live in the kingdom of the gods, the sevenfold hells, and the great web of terror and self-deception of the world. ”

Falsehood?

Fear?

"They're - that's what the history books say: the glory of knights and the power of the end has brought about the rise of humanity, the sword of warriors and the neighing of warhorses, freeing us from the oppression and threat of the ancient orcs?"

Ramon's language is authentic with deep meaning.

Tails thought back to what he had learned in Mindish Hall, with Gilbert.

But before Tails could reply, Ramon looked disgusted and spat out a word categorically:

"Lies!"

"Shameless lies. ”

"Utter lies. ”

Tails was stunned.

Falsehood?

"It's not a knight at all that allows humans to defeat orcs, it's not some transcendent or finishing power," Ramon said excitedly, "It's a mage,"

Ramon spread his hand feverishly and shook it lightly in the void:

"It's magic. ”

Tails frowned slightly.

"What do you mean, what supernatural powers, what Northland military swordsmanship, what knights, are all fakes, and they are actually vulnerable to the orcs?" the second prince asked with deep suspicion, "It is the mages and the magic they use that can really win in the frontline battles?"

"Magic...... Is it a force greater than the power of the end?" Tails asked slowly, groaning.

"Ha, you can compare magic to the power of the end, just like the ignorant and ignorant people of a thousand years ago," Ramon snorted disdainfully, as he seemed unaccustomed to being interrupted, "open up your narrow mind a little!

"Magic is not a power, it is not at all the same level as the power of the end," Ramon shook his head, his eyes full of longing and reverence:

"It is a higher, deeper, greater being. ”

"Isn't it power?" Tails looked puzzled, "What is that magic? spells, energy, knowledge, elements, molecules, mental powers, abilities beyond ordinary people, destructive power?"

Ramon looked at him quietly, and the look in his eyes was actually full of respect, adoration, pride, humility, intoxication, and other contradictory and strange emotional combinations.

That kind of look, Tails had never seen in the eyes of anyone in this world.

No...... Tails was slightly stunned, maybe he had seen it.

In that dimly lit chess room.

The figure in blue.

"Magic ......" Ramon raised his hands and slowly opened them, trembling with excitement like a believer kneeling down and praying to the gods:

"Magic is a meaning, an attitude, a belief, a principle of life," the strange doctor stared into the void, as if there was his home and dreams:

"The Master is the practitioner of this principle. ”

"They believe that everything in the world is meaningful, that everything can be parsed, and that it is necessary to be recognized—that in the process of knowing, we, human beings, can become more perfect, greater, more progressive, and closer to the truth."

"From the laws of the operation of the sun, to the mystery of the origin of life, to the behavior and rules of man, the evolution and development of history, everything is in the realm of magic...... Magic is the sum of all knowledge, discoveries and truths, and the progress of magic will bring us a better future. ”

Tails furrowed his brow deeply, trying to understand what Ramon seemed a little crazy.

"To this end, they entered the tent of the Shawengu tribe and designed the first political system in history - the Shawengu Kingdom;

They had stood at the side of the northern patriarch Takmu, warning him of his relationship with the orcs;

They once stood behind the Iron King, and used their knowledge and experience to design and supervise the construction of the 'last line of defense of mankind';

In the midst of sacrifice and defeat, they constantly improved their weapons and skills, summed up the experience and skills that each soldier spontaneously comprehended, and perfected the first unified set of 'Northland Military Swordsmanship' in history;

They had noticed the potential in the human body, studied the birth and development of that power day and night, and named it 'Extraordinary Power';

They fought their way forward in the battlefield of blood and fire, striving to study the art of killing and improving the art of healing;

They worked tirelessly in iron and steel, forged stirrups and saddles, established the first cavalry, and for the first time gave knights the speed and impact of not losing ground in front of orcs;

Of course, they have also developed their own power, unearthing the truth of matter, torturing the truth of the spirit, attracting the energy of nature for their own use, and transforming the resources of the outside world to serve mankind, and the power in my hands is only the most insignificant part of it;

They once attacked with knights on the ice of the Quegul Glacier, and completely ended the myth of the invincibility of the orc heavy infantry array in the impact of sacrifice again and again, making the battle of the saints the most magnificent scene in human history;

They even questioned the existence of the gods and challenged the authority of the emperor.

At one time, the three magic towers represented the wisest and most progressive existence in the world, transcendent and independent, and even the supreme emperor and the powerful patriarch of the Myojin Church had to show their respect under the three towers;

Once upon a time, the existence of mages led many to believe that there was not only power and status in the world that we should pursue - but also truth. ”

Ramon took a deep breath and slowly lowered his hands, his eyes already glowing slightly.

"That's the mage, that's the magic. He clenched his fists and said with a trembling chok: "The most important, gorgeous, and precious chapter in the history of the rise of mankind that has been forgotten by everyone. ”

"And now,"

Ramon lowered his head and said lonely:

"No one in the world remembers magic anymore, no one knows mages anymore. ”

"Only unfortunate and fortunate people like me, through books and scrolls...... Lingering on the ashes of magic. ”

Tails stared blankly at Ramon.

I don't even know if the branch in my hand is burning.

He couldn't believe what he had just heard.

He could only widen his eyes and open his mouth as much as he could.

Magic.

Mage?

It wasn't like any version of magic he'd heard in his previous life, it wasn't the whizzing fireballs, it wasn't the deal of chanting spells to get elemental responses, it wasn't treating himself as a spiritual sponge, it wasn't a ritual of communicating with an being, it wasn't an acquired version of an ability, it wasn't for the sake of being powerful and powerful.

Magic is a meaning.

A belief.

A principle.

Tails was completely stunned, and at this moment, Ashida's words kept echoing in his brain:

[The Master explores the truth of the world, uses various ingenious methods and wisdom, uses the resources and energy of the world, and serves a better world. 】

(To be continued.) )