"Everyone is extraordinary?" Silas was a little disbelief.

He couldn't understand.

"You will know when you look." Sona smiled and looked at the mages present, who had a high understanding, had accepted Gana's thoughts to a certain extent, and had developed a preliminary belief.

"You can try to pray to Goddess Gana and seek strength from her."

She guided everyone like this.

The mages tried in confusion, calling the name of the goddess in their hearts, and then:

"Wind! This is the power of the wind element! How is it possible?!"

The airflow surrounded the mages.

They are not the mages of Feng Element, but at this time they use the magic of Feng Element.

"This is the power of the goddess." Sona used this scene to make everyone understand: "As long as you have faith, the goddess will give her divine power without hesitation."

"That's why I said that everyone can be a mage."

Everyone is a mage, so there is no essential difference between a mage and a mortal. The so-called racial conflict does not exist at all.

After all, race is just an identity recognition.

But Sona directly erased the characteristic they used to distinguish identities and dug up the roots of the mage racist lord that Silas insisted on.

"This" Silas couldn't accept it for the time being.

"No, no." He instinctively wanted to refute: "Those mortals have just borrowed a little power from the goddess. He, they are not yet considered wizards!"

"Oh?" Sona frowned unhappily: "What you mean is that if you are not born with magic, you can't be considered a mage? If you have weak magic, you are not considered a mage?"

"There is also a distinction between a mage and a mage, right?"

"Only a natural, powerful mage is your compatriot?"

Silas: "."

He had nothing to say now.

Because in the traditional definition of a mage, no matter whether it is innate or acquired or some external force, as long as you know magic, it is a mage.

If he wants to deny Sona's theory, he has to redefine the concept of a mage.

But in this way, he actually fired some people out of the "demonic book". His racial remarks that "all mages are compatriots" seem very ridiculous.

"I" Silas stood there in embarrassment.

"Mr. Silas." Sona gave him a step: "I know you can't get out of the shadow of the past and can't accept the thoughts of the leader for a while."

"But I'm willing to give you time to think slowly. Maybe you will wake up."

"." Silas was silent for a long time.

Finally, he opened the book "Gana" in his hand again.

A few more days have passed.

During these days, the mages received military training from the Mianwei family during the day and learned Gana's thoughts with Sona at night.

The good news is that even the most stunning Silas among them has barely accepted the thoughts of Garna.

But the bad news is that this made Sona even more trouble.

Because when a fool accepts Gana's thoughts but fails to change his extreme personality, his understanding of Gana's thoughts is likely to have very extreme deviations.

For example, Sona advocated a radical struggle against the Demacian nobles.

But Silas felt that this route was not radical enough.

"Unity? What does it mean?"

"Even if you unite those civilians, why do even the officers, generals, and even nobles of Demacia need to unite?"

"I think we should eliminate all the nobles of Demacia, and the officers and generals who are hawks and dogs for these nobles!"

This mage prison army is about to leave Demacia, go to Zuan through the Hex Flying Gate, and complete the meeting with Zuan's friendly troops.

Silas's claim is that as soon as the army leaves Demacia, it will wait for an opportunity to launch a mage riot and destroy all Lux and the Knights of the Guardian family, including their soldiers.

So he had an argument with Sona.

Silas believed that the Demacian nobles and their men were enemies, and they should not stay any of them when facing the enemy.

Sona believes: "Whether there are sympathy and struggles among them, and they are worthy of transformation."

"Drunk everyone as enemies indiscriminately, and even the soldiers at the bottom of the country are not spared. Wouldn't you push all the friends you can fight for to the enemy?"

"So what?" said Silas, "Since the goddess is on our side, we are invincible. No matter how many enemies we have, they are just ants who are doomed to perish."

"How can those nobles and their hawks and lackeys, people like them, change? If we want to get a clean new world, we should kill all these insects!"

Sona: "Ah this."

Silas' extreme hatred of Demacia was obviously not reduced by his understanding of Gana's thoughts.

He is not a racist now, and he is willing to treat mortals as friends.

But his extreme racial hatred has become extreme class hatred.

Silas not only wanted to kill the nobles, but also those who served the nobles, from officers to soldiers, not letting go of anyone.

"Oh." She could no longer communicate with this snailed person.

"But, Silas." There was no way, Sona could only say helplessly: "Have you forgotten? I am also a noble!"

"Can't my existence prove that even among the most reactionary and corrupt aristocratic class, there are still people who can be fought for and transformed?"

Speaking of this, Sona suddenly remembered when she was learning theory with Levi and Salerfanie.

It turns out that the problem she is facing now has been encountered by the leader before:

When the leader was invented, the Zuan people in the organization also generally liked to talk about their origins and elements. They only trusted the so-called "people" and regarded everyone in Picheng as objects to be vigilant, or even had to

Eliminated enemies.

And now, Silas undoubtedly carried forward this tradition, even more extreme:

"Miss Sona, you are a nobleman."

"But you are just the adopted daughter of the Bouveer family, and you have no legal inheritance rights to the family. So."

"So what?!" Sona widened her eyes with some annoyance: "Do you think I can't get any benefits in the family, so that I betray my own origins and devote myself to the wind of change?"

Silas shrugged without comment: "No. I just said, you are just an unreplicable exception among the nobles."

"."Sona was speechless.

She didn't have nothing to say, but she just didn't know what to say to convince this crazy guy.

This guy had a dispute with her before accepting Gana's thoughts, but after accepting them, he could even create a conflict of routes.

Alas. This publicity work is really difficult to do.

Miss Sona is a little autistic.

So Silas became even more excited: "Look, Sona. Can you find a second person like you from the nobles of Demacia?"

"Hmm" she can actually do it, but it's not convenient to say it now.

However, Silas helped her mention the person: "Sona, you can't even fight for your so-called best friend, Laxana Miangu. Why do you say that our enemies are still there

Someone is worth fighting for and unity?”

"Uh" Sona hesitated.

"Actually, Lux"

"She is a demon!" Silas said excitedly: "The existence of this woman is the best proof! She proved that the nobles are a bunch of natural and hopeless bad species."

"Even a 13-year-old child can feed her pets without hesitation - this is the nobles of Demacia! They should all kill them!"

Sona: "."

She was silent for a moment and finally said with a strange look:

"Well, Mr. Silas."
Chapter completed!