Chapter 751: Chapter 386: Prophet Eve, Death of the King! (Part 2)
"What the true future holds, no one can truly fathom, not even the wizard who made the prophecy..."
"Your choice is likely wrong."
Ronan shook his head, "I can’t bear such a great responsibility, nor do I think I have such power to change the fate of the whole Upper Ring."
"At first, I also thought I was wrong."
The snake with pink scales silently flicked its tongue, whispered, "So I orchestrated this trial of the ’Stone of Destiny’
but now, my thoughts have changed...
You possess some extraordinary qualities that Juventus lacks."
"Think whatever you like.."
Ronan answered indifferently, then casually asked, "What is your relationship with the previous prophet?"
"Disciple."
The snake with pink scales sighed lightly, "Poor little Iger grew up under my watch, I still remember his shy appearance when he first stood before me...
Oh right, you can call me Eve, it’s my current favorite name.
As for my true name and appearance..."
The pink snake’s eyes revealed a faint bewilderment, "I have long forgotten."
Ronan’s gaze flickered.
The current prophet is the teacher of the previous prophet.
This was indeed an unexpected relationship.
He had heard Alazan mention that for a prophetic wizard, it’s best not to let anyone know their name, appearance, or soul aura and the like.
The being in front of him named Eve, not only her name, but perhaps her voice, even the gender she portrays.. are all fake.
Ronan suddenly recalled the spell he had cast that strangely veered outside the Light Gate, now he was certain it was interference from the other party; Prophet Eve’s strength perhaps far exceeded his imagination....
Ronan looked deeply at the pink snake before him, and after a long time, he spoke slowly: "I truly should leave."
"You better stay here."
Prophet Eve replied, "For a period in the near future."
Ronan frowned.
"This is the most suitable place for your solitary cultivation without external disturbance, and it’s also better for you to discover the truth of all matters’ origins..."
Prophet Eve looked at Ronan, her eyes clear and sincere, "Whether you admit it or not, you’ve already entered the sights of some people.
Learning to lay low in times of weakness, silently growing stronger, you ought to understand this principle better than I do.."
Ronan’s eyes flickered.
What Prophet Eve said was true, he did need some time for seclusion.
The trial results of the Stone of Destiny spreading out can be imagined to cause a violent shock externally, and if he returned to the Spirit Lake now, he would inevitably face some troublesome disturbances.
Ronan pondered for a moment, finally said.
"But I must leave now."
"I understand."
Prophet Eve’s tone softened, she opened her mouth and spat out a bead with a faint silver-white sheen, its surface flickering with nearly invisible mysterious runes.
"Take this, it allows you to open a door to any place within the Destiny Empire, and also lets you return.
But, only for one round trip."
"Thank you."
Ronan did not refuse the other’s goodwill, took the bead exuding strong spatial energy fluctuations.
He fiddled with it in his hand for a moment, his face showing new curiosity.
This is a space transmission artifact with some age, its internal runic structure extremely profound and complex, something Ronan had never encountered in space-related knowledge.
Even though it’s a one-time consumable, it’s quite precious.
Ronan attempted to trigger the runes within using spiritual power, and the silver bead automatically floated, while waves of spatial energy gathered towards it, when accumulated to a certain extent, a silver ripple-like Light Gate quietly appeared in the room.
Reaching out to push the door open, Prophet Eve suddenly spoke, "You still have one death prophecy opportunity left.
Don’t you plan to see it?"
In this trial of the "Stone of Destiny", the best performing wizard from each faction has the chance to let the new prophet foresee a potential "death" they might encounter.
This is considered one of the most alluring rewards of the trial for many.
Ronan stood before the door, silent for a while, then shook his head and continued pushing the door to enter.
"Next time then."
Watching Ronan’s figure completely vanish into the spatial Light Gate, the small pink-scaled snake on the oak round table deftly wrapped a teacup with its tail, taking a gentle sip.
It sipped the hot tea in the cup little by little, moments later, its eyes gradually grew a bit bewildered.
.....
"Whoosh—"
When Ronan stepped out from the spatial Light Gate, he had already arrived in a private secret realm space within Spirit Lake.
"Remarkable."
Ronan looked at the silver bead in his hand, couldn’t help but marvel.
This spatial transmission effect is almost like an "Any Door".
Though surely there are many restrictions I’m not aware of, it’s still astonishing.
The private secret realm space, untouched for a long time, seemed even more prosperous and lush than when Ronan left.
Ariety ran up delighted to greet him, with a few dust elves resembling winged children timidly following behind, afraid to look at Ronan more than necessary.
"New companions?"
Ronan was slightly surprised to inspect the dust elves following Ariety closely like little brothers, couldn’t help but inquire.
Ariety nodded proudly, a "big sister" demeanor, she was about to introduce them one by one to Ronan but was already given instructions by him.
"Tell me in the new place, for now, go pack...
We’re preparing to move."
Ariety was momentarily stunned, but did not say anything, hurriedly leading the little ones towards the direction of the castle.
Where Ronan left her with two Beautiful Shells for amusement.
Ronan’s return this time was more or less to bring Ariety along.
"Alazan.. Alazan..."
Ronan tried calling out Alazan’s name in his heart, but the golden beetle lay motionless in the consciousness space, still in slumber.
Ronan couldn’t help but sigh lightly.
Regarding the new prophet Eve, the prophecy, disaster.. he had so much he wanted to discuss with Alazan, to hear his opinion.
Unfortunately, Alazan had yet to awaken from slumber.
"I must quickly cultivate ’Spirit Heart Amber’, to awaken Alazan sooner, and complete the gap from Level 4 Wizard to Level 5 Wizard..."
Ronan thought, just then, a small space tear suddenly appeared before him, and a tiny two-horse carriage flew out from the tear.
Seated on the carriage was a small old man wearing a wizard hat and holding a small whip.
"Oh, my heavens.. Damien, you’re back!"
The small old man saw Ronan, immediately showing a surprised expression on his face.
"There have been so many sensational events at Spirit Lake recently, I swear you’d be interested."
The small old man spoke, hurrying to pull out stacks of leather paper from the carriage behind him.
Ronan originally thought what the small old man mentioned as major events would be the "Stone of Destiny" trial.
But unexpectedly, the first sentence stunned him instantly.
".. The Life Court, the current Alba King, not long ago, passed away. It’s understood that the Alba King’s death is most likely related to the Ancient Witch Extermination Society..."
The words on the disaster onset he’d seen with Prophet Eve flashed in Ronan’s mind—[The King’s Assassination...]!
His expression instantly became unpredictable, his gaze flickering incessantly.
...
"Whoosh—"
Ferocious winds swept through the valley, raising ghostly cries like that of night owls.
Ronan quietly stood on a stone cliff protruding from the valley wall, gazing towards the high sky.
Until two figures swiftly approached him one after the other.
His eyes moved slightly, quickly skimming over the handsome leader in a deep teal magic robe, before locking onto the middle-aged man behind, whose aura was at the late Level 2 stage, not yet Level 3.
The other party evidently saw him too, lips subconsciously moving slightly.
Ronan proactively met them, eyes filled with gentle joy.
"Benny.."
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Busy today, just this one update.