The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities Chapter 173

"Heh... the disgusting one on top."

Silas had a sneer on his face, as if remembering what happened in the past, he couldn't help but said angrily:

"We deserve to die when we were born poor, that is, we should be locked in this dark cage, right?"

"Before you entered here, you were a member of the magic seekers. Everyone knows that you have magic, and you have your own discipline. It is said that you are proud of what you have done." Laksana said slowly.

Looking at Silas who was said to be silent, Laxana was not as strong as she seemed on the surface.

She even whispered in her heart:

"Teacher, is it really okay for me to say this..."

Laxana doesn't like to expose people's scars.

"He was imprisoned for 15 years. Maybe he was just like you. But after so many years of torture, all he has left in his heart is hatred and desire to vent."

The voice in my head paused, and then continued:

"If you want him to keep fighting for Demacia, subdue him. If you just want a better Demacia in your heart, killing him is the best option."

"Why?" Laxana couldn't help asking.

"because of him..."

Knowing Sylas' ability from the teacher, Laxana's eyes flashed, and her surprise could hardly be concealed, but she was quickly calmed down in the end.

She's not a perfect actress, but she knows she has to learn to play different roles in the dark...

Fortunately, Silas bowed his head, seemingly lost in memories and didn't care about her.

Laxana continued to maintain her tough stance and said coldly:

"I read your dossier, and there was absolutely no need for you to kill your supervisor and colleagues at that time. I started to think you were for the mage girl, but she died too."

She paused and stared at each other:

"Die by your magic."

"Hahaha, yeah, dead, dead! Because of my magic."

Hearing the last sentence, it was as if the deepest scar had been opened, and Silas' face was terrifying.

If his arms were not tied by the Forbidden Stone, no one doubted that he would rush towards Laxana.

His eyes looked directly at Laxana, with angry flames burning in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said:

"So what are you doing here? Showing off your own discoveries? Aren't you afraid I'll tell the guards about your magic?"

"Looking at your appearance, it seems that there is indeed a secret to that matter."

Laxana was a little uneasy, but under the guidance of the teacher, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she pretended not to care and said:

"I can answer you clearly about the matter of being able to use magic. I'm not afraid."

"Just because you're a noble? Yes, if you can get in here, I'm afraid I won't be able to tell anything."

Silas' wrists were handcuffed, his fists clenched.

Back then, it was precisely because the nobles kept a lot of mage secrets that he became more and more suspicious of what he was doing.

"Is your ability to see whether others have magic or not, or many people will believe what you say. I don't mean what you think, but I'm saying..."

Laxana was nervous, but she took two steps forward with a confident smile:

"Even if I say I'm a mage on the street, no one will come to arrest me."

"impossible!"

Silas stared at the flamboyant Laxana with suspicion.

For a moment, he felt that mages were no longer taboo in Demacia.

"Nothing is impossible, Silas, times have changed. We lost a lot against Noxus not long ago," Laxana sighed.

She felt this, and the recent changes in Demacia all came from the continuation of the war.

Compared with the changing situation, her own change is bigger...

If she was like she was, she might have fled the door when Silas said they were of the same kind.

"Lose? We haven't won a few times in the years outside." Silas' complex expression flashed away, his tone full of sarcasm, "So those gentlemen want the power of mages?"

He understands those noble masters very well, and he will try no matter what the taboo is.

If that was the case, he wouldn't wonder why Laksana dared to say that. Hearing this, he could even roughly guess the other party's intention.

"I'm not going to fight for Demacia," Silas mocked.

"It's not what you think, this time is different from the past. The Guardian God of Flying Wings was defeated, and he was defeated by President Trifali." Laxana said flatly.

This had been happening for a while so that she could recount it in a calm language.

"Flying wing protector failed?" Silas opened his eyes wide, showing a shocked expression for the first time.

As a former magic seeker who can detect whether others have magic power, how could he not know about the God of Flying Wings.

Almost every member of the Illuminati is a mage...and aristocrats.

As for the God of Flying Wings, he always suspected that the other party was also a powerful mage, but strong enough to be called a god.

Silas gradually calmed down and said indifferently:

"Chairman Trefary, what kind of character is this?"

"According to rumors, he is the most powerful mage in the world today, and he can rival the gods. The reason I mention him is because he discovered that the power of the winged protection **** comes from magic." Laksana did not shy away.

From the few conversations just now, she felt that the teacher's analysis was not wrong.

Silas hated Demacia, but he still cared about Demacia.

When she spoke of Demacia's defeat by Noxus, Sylas' face was filled with anger rather than true misfortune.

Of course, perhaps he wanted to destroy Demacia himself.

But in her heart, Silas wanted to create a new Demacia. Although that Demacia may be a little extreme.

"Flying wing protector..."

"Magic... as expected."

Silas looked away and whispered in the dark dungeon. After he digested the information, he raised his head again to look at Laxana:

"So because the Winged Protector uses magic, there is a disagreement between you. It's ironic... The Winged Protector has lost, and Demacia is almost finished."

Everyone knew that Noxus would never pass up the opportunity to destroy Demacia.

At this time, Demacia is still entangled in magic, how can it not die.

"Demacia will be fine, we still have spare strength." Laxana's indifferent eyes looked at Silas, "Also, don't mistake yourself for being strong."

Listening to the teacher's words in her mind, she hesitated for a while, but she took another two steps forward, almost approaching the iron prison.

In this position, Silas could use the rest of his body to attack her even if his hands were imprisoned.

At this moment, Silas did the same.

He straightened the chains of his arms and swept his legs out of the bar without hesitation.

There is no ruthlessness on the feet, obviously thinking of capturing rather than killing.

But Laxana was not at all cowardly at the moment, and her mind became unusually calm in the face of the whipped leg.

The beam gathered in her hand and exploded with a bang.

boom!

Silas groaned, and his whole body was blown away, hitting the wall with a loud bang.

And the legs he swept out were bent at a strange angle, which seemed to be broken.

"You are indeed different from the noble lady." Silas grinned despite the pain.

"It's you who underestimated me. I said before that even if I'm exposed to the sun, I can leave calmly."

As Laxana said, her body turned into light and slowly stepped forward.

Silas squinted, blinded by the light she radiated.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a scene that shocked him.

Laxana penetrated the iron railing step by step and entered the cell.

"You!?" Silas widened his eyes.

"Don't rely too much on strength, Silas."

Laxana finished softly, stroking Silas's legs lightly.

Warm rays of light penetrated into it, and there was a clicking sound of bones joining together.

In just a few breaths, Silas's legs were back to normal.

Silas, whose legs were fully recovered, showed fear, even if Laxana was standing in front of him, he did not dare to make a move.

It has just been proven that Laksana is far stronger than him.

As for the admonition from the other party just now, he sneered in his heart. If I wasn't too weak...

Laxana stood up with a soft smile on her face: "We are the same kind."

Obviously at first, this sentence came from himself, but now he wants to doubt the correctness of this sentence.

Silas stared blankly at the other party. In his perception, the girl in front of him was exuding a dazzling brilliance.

He had never seen such vast magic power, and it was not until the opponent cast a spell that he discovered that the hidden magic power of the opponent could even deceive his own perception.

He doubted whether the other party was really a mage. Even if the mages he has seen include himself, the sum of magic power is not as much as Laxana.

He suddenly understood what she meant, she was telling himself... If he had such strength, he would never have been caught in this hellish place.

"What do you want me to do?"

Silas asked, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his tone a little weaker.

It wasn't until just now that he really understood that the other party didn't need to rely on his strength at all. And since I told him so much, I wouldn't let him be a cannon fodder.

"I want to hear your story, that's all." Laxana smiled brightly.

She sighed in her heart, completely convinced by her teacher's eyesight and judgment.

What the teacher said was right. In the real world, only strength can win what you want.

This strength or power, or power, or birth, or connections...

After all, come up with something daunting.

Hearing Laxana's words, Silas's eyes were slightly stunned, but he felt a little ridiculous:

"You just want to hear my story?"

The other party is so strong, and he deliberately came to this place that is about to be forgotten, just to listen to the story?

"Before doing anything else, you must first listen to your story."

"Really... Hahahaha, my story... Since you want to hear it, I'll tell you a story of Demacia dominated by nobles!"

After understanding the reason, Silas suddenly pulled the corner of his mouth and burst into a cheerful laughter. He looked up at Laxana and responded without hesitation.

Although their exchange process was not pleasant, this was the first girl who wanted to hear his story.

Before he entered here, no one wanted to listen to him, no matter how he wanted to express his grievances.

not a single one...

As if possessing magic should be a capital offense.

"You should know the story of me joining the seekers. I was born in a Demacian household, and my parents reported the news of my tainting to the seekers. They are loyal citizens." Silas's voice was hoarse, and he began Tell your own story.

Laxana nodded slightly, standing not far from Silas, and added:

"After that, the magic seekers took a fancy to your ability and assigned you a special discipline to search for the mages of Demacia."

"Do you know what the first thing the discipline told me to do?" Silas grinned, his voice full of sarcasm.

Seeing that Laxana did not reply, he laughed and said:

"He asked me to test only the people they designated. As for the others, don't say anything without asking."

"I didn't understand what he meant just now, but then I got it. The **** demon hunters are all civilians and people without power. None of the mages in Xiongdu's streets have been imprisoned in this dungeon."

"I was there for a few years, and I got used to Demacia's intrigues, and I started to question my own behavior and the rules that Demacia made."

Silas looked at Laxana with a half-smile, and seeing that the other party still had no expression, he seemed a little disappointed, and continued:

"When I was constantly struggling with right and wrong, I came across that thing you know..."

Listening to Silas's account, it's impossible to say that Laxana wasn't touched.

If the teacher hadn't reminded Silas in time to induce her with words, perhaps she would have spoken up.

From Silas's mouth, the original appearance of the incident was restored:

"At that time, I found the girl first, and she was so young that I couldn't do anything. But the magic seeker came too soon, and I didn't have time to save her."

"My magic exploded when I touched her..."

"The runaway magic destroyed everything, the girl was dead, the magic seeker was dead, my discipline was dead, everyone was dead..."

Laxana's expression flickered, knowing that Silas's words were half-truths. But when the other party mentioned the girl, the pain and pain on his face did not seem to be fake.

"I escaped to avoid being wanted. At that time, I had no scruples, killing demon seekers and saving the mages who were imprisoned by them."

Silas said this, smiling happily:

"I was called the worst mage in history by them, a very apt title. But those mages respected me as a pioneer. I like this name."

"In the end you failed..." Laksana said.

"Yeah, I failed. Go to trial, life imprisonment." Silas did not shy away from his ending.

He seemed to understand some of Laxanna's thoughts.

But he wanted freedom more than surrender.

But he doesn't have the right to choose, the other party is his only shimmer in this dark dungeon...

"You want change?" Silas asked proactively.

"Maybe." Laxana noncommittal. "The story is well told. However, there are parts that need to be corrected."

"Where?" Silas looked stunned.

In order to achieve some purposes, he did not do anything to hide. Sometimes the truth only needs to be told in part.

"Your real ability is to extract the magic power of the mage and use it for your own use. Your miss at that time was due to this power." Laxanna endured the surprise in her heart and recounted her expression as usual.

"Yeah, I only found out later." Silas raised his eyebrows, not surprised.

His ability has long been exposed, otherwise he would not be worthy of the forbidden magic stone handcuffs of these hands.

"What would you do if you were let out?" Laxana asked suddenly.

Faced with this question, Silas was slightly surprised. He thought the question would wait until he was asked.

"Help the mages get justice and build a Demacia that allows mages to exist," he said truthfully.

"Anything else?" Laxana asked with a smile.

"There's nothing else, that's enough." Silas looked at the world.

Laxana looked at her with a small smile on the corner of her mouth:

"I trust you, Mr. Silas. It was a pleasure talking to you today, and I will be back in a few days."

Watching Laxana pass through the iron railings, Silas had a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he suppressed his emotions and said with a smile:

"It would be nice to have someone to relieve the boredom."

He just sat cross-legged on the ground, watching Laxana pick up the torch and walk to the door.

At the moment when the door was opened, Laxana suddenly shouted to Silas angrily:

"It's unreasonable, you should read more about the founding history of Demacia, you are turning black and white!"

The sound was so loud that even Kuris, who was standing at the door, was slightly surprised.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the cell was closed again, taking away the last trace of light in the cell.

“Funny girl...”

In the quiet and dark environment, Silas's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After leaving the dungeon, Laksana couldn't wait to communicate with her teacher:

"Teacher, his last sentence was a lie."

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not, as long as he agrees with what he says."

Hearing the teacher's deep words again, Laksana grimaced, thought for a while and said unsure:

"Teacher, do you mean that whether he is sincere or perfunctory, we have to let him out before he comes out?"

"Good understanding, Laxana. The first step has been taken from his willingness to tell you his story."

Laxana nodded in understanding, and began to analyze:

"I remember the teacher once said that when a person opens up to you countless times, he will subconsciously trust and believe in you, because you know him enough. Does this situation also work for Silas who has other intentions? "

"Everyone needs a sense of identity, especially a person who has been forgotten by the world for more than ten years. The only thing he can touch is you, and he is eager to leave, so he will be eager to get close to you and understand you. In this process, you can reconnect with you. Shape his mind, your own way."

Hearing the teacher's calm words, Laxanna shivered slightly.

He felt that what his teacher said was a bit extreme. If it was her before, she would definitely not be able to do such a thing.

Even now, she still hesitates in her heart:

"Teacher, is this necessary?"

"If you think your philosophy is wrong, then there's really no need to do it."

The voice in my head was very soft, but it made Laxana wake up suddenly.

She's clearly doing what she thinks is right, making Silas think like her...

What's wrong with it.

"Teacher, I understand!" Laksana nodded heavily.

"Have you thought about the book to bring to Silas later?"

The teacher's question made Laxana's face froze~www.mtlnovel.com~ The angry reprimand when she left before had two purposes.

One was to tell Kuris and the other guards that she wasn't bewitched. And tell them that she will come again in the future.

The other is that in their plan, it's really time to bring something for Silas next time.

A person who has been isolated for 15 years, needs to know a lot of information so that she can quickly follow in her footsteps.

"Teacher, do you have a recommendation?"

Laksana Nuonuo spoke with embarrassment on her face.

She began to think about bringing Demacia's history book, but after listening to the teacher's analysis, she felt that this would not work well.

Soon, the teacher gave her a satisfactory answer in her mind.

"The book you've read recently, "On Empire" is very good, although it is from Noxus and co-authored by their president and vice president. But many of the ideas described in it are in line with your current situation, and you can Use this to instill in him your own ideas."

"On Empire...is a book that has really benefited me a lot."

Laxanna couldn't help but nodded and agreed with her teacher's suggestion.

Because I have often received news from Noxus recently, there are also many books circulating there. Under the advice of her teacher, Haina Baichuan, she almost finished it.

Even if she was Demacian, she had to admit... Politically and ideologically, Noxus was way ahead of Demacia.

There was so much they could learn, Demacia shouldn't rest on their laurels.

Thinking of this, Laxana walked quickly towards the house.

She heard that another batch of new books arrived today.

This time the amount is very large, different from the previous smuggled goods, this time is the first batch of official trade goods from Noxus...

Chapter end