In the eastern part of the continent, look out over the tower.

In a strange secret room on the top floor, a scrawny Mastan was lying comfortably on his extravagant bed, asleep.

Inside this secret room, you can see the magnificent and luxurious furniture and furnishings decorated on the outside, and the walls are full of portraits of bewitching girls with plump breasts and fat buttocks. The dining table placed in the corner of the wall is filled with a full set of gold and silver cutlery, reflecting a vague and illusory light under the bright source of the witchcraft light......

If an outsider stumbles on this place, they won't believe that this is the residence of a Rank 4 wizard. Because the whole abode is filled with a decadent atmosphere of poverty and luxury, drunkenness, dreams, and death, it is not at all in line with the powerful and mysterious temperament of high-level wizards.

Moreover, rummaging through the entire residence, I can't find half of the items related to witchcraft, but some of the favorite * small objects of the human aristocracy are thrown everywhere, mixed in the gorgeous and precious silk underwear, which makes people can't help but think about it.

However, just as the Mastan was asleep with a huge pillow painted with the image of the Fruit Girl between his hands and feet, ripples rippled in the void in the corner of the room, and a strange magical eye appeared, blinking his illusory eyes and began to look at the room curiously.

The Eye of Magic seems to be real, but it is real in this void.

It floated around the room like a fist-sized hazy shadow, seemingly curious about everything here.

Eventually, its gaze fell on the ugly, naked, sleeping Mastam, and its illusory eyes kept approaching it, taking in every inch of his detail.

I have to say, Mastan is really ugly!

There was not much flesh and blood on the scrawny body, and the loose and shriveled skin rested on the well-defined bones, looking like a skeleton still breathing from a distance.

His gray skin was covered with dull markings, and his chest, armpits, and feet were covered with messy black and coarse stiff hairs, while his head, which should be most vigorous, was covered with sparse and pale yellow hairs......

As a Tier 4 Prophet, Mastan apparently didn't pay much attention to personal hygiene, his ugly body was covered in dirt, and a terrible stench permeated the room.

Although Mastan slept unusually deeply, the magic eye was so close that the obscure fluctuations of fate emanating from it might not be perceptible to others, but he was too familiar to be familiar.

Mastan cursed and woke up from his sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of watery, shiny, beautiful and beautiful eyes. These eyes were so big and clear that they occupied almost most of the visual space in front of him.

He even had to fall back a few centimeters before he could see the magic eye floating in front of him. And those beautiful eyes were silently staring at him through the eyes of magic.

"Bastard, it's you imp again!" a series of vicious curses immediately burst from Masstan's yellow, crooked mouth, and he flailed his arms as he tried to drive the magic eye farther away.

Unfortunately, the Magic Eye only stepped back half a meter, and then moved to a flank out of reach of his arm to continue playing 'voyeurism'.

"Ugly, this is your bedroom? It's ugly and smelly, exactly like your body. The Eye of Magic gently shook the void, and a strange spiritual ripple floated: "You always say that you are a fourth-order wizard, but why can't you find half of the things related to witchcraft and prophecy in your bedroom? Can you show me around your laboratory? I am very interested in the various experiments of your fourth-order wizards......"

As if entangled in Masstan, the Eye of Magic floated around him, casually talking to him as he roamed everything around him. And that Masstan's hideous face was already full of anger and helplessness.

"Be quiet!"

A golden light shot out from the palm of his hand, blasting the Eye of Magic into the air.

However, as soon as this magic eye dissipated, the surrounding void rippled again, and a new magic eye resurfaced.

"Why did you blow up my Eye of Destiny...... Don't you know that condensing it requires the power of fate? You have already destroyed 73 of my Eyes of Destiny yesterday, and I haven't settled accounts with you yet!"

Mastan's actions just now seemed to be useless to the guy hiding across the void eyeball, and as soon as the other party appeared this time, he began to babble and bombard, annoying a fourth-order prophet in bed and turning it over and over again, but he couldn't sleep anymore.

Mastan struggled to climb off the plush bed, grabbed a silk robe from the floor, covered it with a soft carpet, wrapped it around his body, and staggered towards the bathroom.

"Kid, don't follow me, I'm going to take a shower. If you want to see an old man taking a shower, come along!" Mustan snarled viciously before entering.

The threat seemed to have had a bit of an effect, and the eyeballs hesitated for a moment, but finally did not drift into the bathroom, but wandered around the bedroom.

How could the personal residence of a fourth-order wizard be so simple, although it was luxurious and extravagant on the surface, it looked like a noble nouveau riche mansion with no taste. However, in the mezzanine of the cold walls, under the wooden floor, and on the ceiling where huge crystal chandeliers were hung, there were countless guardian witch arrays.

And in the several hidden dark places of the bedroom residence, there are also obscure elemental fluctuations, and there are several camouflaged and disguised secret compartments and secret rooms.

These hideaways are surrounded by layers of protective witchcraft that can insulate the detection of prophetic sorcery and the infiltration of most of the world's extraordinary powers.

It's a pity that the power impregnated in this magic eye obviously does not belong to the common witchcraft power of the world, and it is even regarded as nothing to protect these witchcraft, and it is casually shuttled and patrolled inside.

Half an hour later, after taking a hot bath, Mastan, refreshed, had just come out of the bathroom when he saw the magical eye floating out of his witchcraft room.

There are all my favorite and most precious treasures!

Mastam's face immediately twisted again.

Ever since the last time he spied on his companion who was far away in the Northland, he had been inexplicably entangled by the daughter of fate. The other party seems to be deeply favored by the power of fate, and has a means of manipulating fate that is difficult for outsiders to understand.

After inadvertently capturing Mastan's own original Eye of Destiny, she mastered this ability without a teacher. Then, from then on, she became a terrible nightmare that Mustan could not get rid of!

It seems that he is quite curious about this strange old man with a strong power of fate, and the daughter of fate actually drove the Eye of Destiny, which in the past only Mustan could control, to start a 360-degree round-the-clock tracking of him.

She was there when Mastan was meditating, she was there when Mastan was divining, she was there when Mastan was eating, she was there when Mastan was sleeping, and Mastan was hiding in a secret room guarded by the power of fate, and she was still ......

In short, the power of fate that Mastan wielded could perfectly protect the northern counterpart, but it was completely ineffective against the daughter of destiny.

Mustan had tried all the means of protection, but he couldn't keep the overly curious Daughter of Destiny from prying eyes.

For half a year, every moment of every day, this nasty eyeball floated around him, watching his every move, so that he couldn't keep even the slightest privacy.

Moreover, this strange magic eye could only be seen by him, and no other wizard, even the other 4th order wizards in the association, could see this abominable eye floating around through the naked eye.

To be honest, this kind of work of peeping into other people's privacy has not been done less in the past.

But after pestering others for half a year like this daughter of fate, this situation has never happened. What's even more terrifying is that even if Mastan kills the opponent's Eye of Destiny, the opponent can summon another one in an instant.

It seems, probably, probably...... The power of fate spoiled this daughter of fate too much, and the other party couldn't see the slightest difficulty when using the power of fate, as if she had no burden at all when she used the magic of fate......

And this is what makes Mustan desperate the most!

"Little imp, what do you want from me?Please, let me go! I'll go crazy if I continue to be pestered by you like this......" Mastan rushed over, grabbed the magic eye, and put his face up and roared loudly.

"I told you a long time ago, as long as you teach me your fate sorcery, I won't bother you...... I've begged Teacher Alice for a long time, but she won't teach me a single trick of fate. She also said that I am the daughter of destiny and that everything I want can only be obtained from fate...... Hmph, she must have been too stingy to teach me, and she made so many excuses!"

As soon as he heard that it was the witchcraft of fate, Mastan, who was still pleading at the last moment, immediately changed his face, pinched his eyeballs, and turned around and walked out of the room.

A moment later, a new eyeball floated behind him, and from within came the girl's fresh and sweet voice.

"Old man, you have ruined my eyes of destiny again. If you are so rude again, I will broadcast the ugly appearance of the naked fruit body, so that everyone around you can see your ugly side...... Hurry up, hurry up and teach me the witchcraft of fate, or I'll be broadcasting right now......"

Mastan was furious, and cursed this strange girl who could be called a monster of fate in a series of foul words.

The girl also seemed to be enraged, and a strange and strange mental fluctuation came from her eyeballs, which quickly rippled in all directions.

This ripple spread silently inside the tower, and no matter what they were doing, every living individual affected by the ripples instantly appeared in their minds a rickety and ugly male body of a red fruit.

There was an uproar in the tower!