The prophet listened to Woolf's words, and did not immediately refute it, he quietly picked up a mushroom from the side and threw it into the fire, the flames quickly burned the mushroom to ashes, Woolf seemed to calm his anger after a roar, and he sat down opposite the prophet.

"Tell me, what should I do now?" Woolf asked the Prophet.

"Well, if you don't believe my prophecy, you won't choose to come back at this time." The Prophet smiled, and he said to Woolf.

"I didn't want to come back." Woolf frowned and said to the prophet, whose terrible prophecy had caused him to flee his homeland and embark on a life of wandering for ten years.

"It's all fate, by the way, you didn't come alone, did you?" The Prophet nodded, as if he had expected everything, but instead of looking directly at Woolf, he turned his head in the direction of the White Knight.

"I'm a friend of Woolf, and my name is Koko." The White Knight was stared at by the white eyes of the prophet, a pair of blind eyes that could not see anything, but when stared at by it, it was as terrible as if everything had been seen through.

"Yes." The Prophet smiled, his vision seemed to penetrate the layers of mist, and in the thick fog, a white dragon spread its huge wings, opened its huge mouth and spewed flames, and the whole earth seemed to surrender to its feet, but it had no shadow.

Just when the white dragon proudly spewed out flames, a huge shadow covered its head, a powerful wind blew across the earth, the stones were blown all over the ground, the big trees were uprooted, the white dragon stared at the sky in horror, stretched its neck to demonstrate, an even more huge black dragon swooped down from the sky, and the sharp mouth bit the white dragon's neck at once.

"What's wrong with him?" The White Knight saw the prophet's trance-like expression, and he said to Woolf with some concern.

"Shhhh Woolf nervously said to the White Knight that no one would be indifferent to their future fate.

"Uh, how could this be, fate has changed, what the hell have I done?" The prophet grabbed his chest in pain, and he felt like he had been hammered, his body bent and curled up like an old shrimp.

"What's wrong?" Woolf asked hurriedly.

"Ah, no, it's not about you, by the way, what do you want to ask?" The prophet calmed down, and he asked Woolf.

"Will that terrible prophecy come true? Am I going to die here? Woolf asked.

"No, fate has changed, you won't die here, on the contrary, you will achieve great things." The Prophet said to Woolf.

"Really?" Woolf seemed relieved, but something suddenly occurred to him, and he asked, "What will be the fate of Earl Gülen?" ”

"Woolf, a tribute can only get one opportunity to ask a question." The soothsayer seemed tired, he said impatiently.

"Uh, I'm sorry." Knowing that he had broken the rules, Woolf stood up and strode towards the hole, but the White Knight stood still.

"White, uh, Koko, what are you doing?" Woolf asked, surprised.

"I would like to ask a question, will I fulfill my heart's desire?" The White Knight took off the gold ring from his finger and asked the Prophet.

"Hehehe, I know who you are and what you want to ask." The soothsayer laughed, laughter echoing through the cave.

"So, will I get my wish?" The White Knight was a prophet who met the northerners for the first time, and although there were various descriptions of miracles in the church, on the other hand, he refuted any prophecy as a deception and lie of the devil.

"You were born in the darkness, but you grew up under the light, the eggshells of layers of lies tightly wrapped around you, in the confusion you doubt your own existence, but when the moment the shell is broken, the dragon will finally descend on the earth, the crown-wearer, the sword-bearer and the barefoot will be afraid of your power, the white dragon, spewing hot flames, spread its wings and soar under this sky!" The prophet slowly uttered a vague poem, but the white dragon's eyes clearly identified the identity of the white knight soon.

"Thank you, prophet." The White Knight breathed a sigh of relief, a smile on his face, and gently placed the ring in his hand in front of the prophet, then turned and followed Woolf out of the cave.

"It's a pity, the white dragon has lost its shadow, and another black dragon has covered the sky, it will take away the glory that belongs to the white dragon and become the real king of this land~~." After the White Knight and Woolf left, the Prophet did not pick up the ring, and continued to chant the poem softly, but Woolf and the White Knight did not hear it.

"Hey, boy, we're talking to you." A loud shout interrupted the White Knight's memories, and two northern warriors belonging to Count Glenn approached him.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" The White Knight put his hand on his waist, and of course he wouldn't tell Count Glenn about the prophet's words.

"It seems that there is no need for violence, he will not speak honestly." The scar-faced northern warrior clenched his fists with both hands, and his knuckles made a crisp sound.

"I warn you, I don't want to make trouble here." The White Knight drew his short sword from his waist at once, and he warned the two northern warriors against them.

"Hey, I didn't expect you, a skinny Southerner, to use a weapon?" Instead of being afraid, Scarface burst out laughing, as if it was a funny thing for the White Knight to use a weapon.

"Uh-huh." Another northern warrior drew his sword from his waist, and he pounced on it to subdue the white knight, who of course refused to be restrained, raised his sword and stabbed it, and the crisp sound of swords clashing suddenly sounded in the narrow alley.

Scarface looked at his companions, who were actually on par with the white knights, he pulled out the short axe at his waist with some impatience, he bent his knees slightly, stretched out his hand and aimed at the position of the white knight, the flying axes of the northerners are like their fierce reputation, this bloody weapon can exert the greatest power in the hands of the northern warriors.

Just as Scarface set his sights on his target, he raised his axe-wielding hand with all his might, and was about to throw it at the White Knight, when a large hand grabbed his wrist.

"Who is it?" Scarface couldn't help but look back, only to see Woolf standing behind him, and his wrist holding the axe was tightly grasped by Woolf.

"Drink." Woolf didn't say anything, he slammed his head into Scarface's face, the other party snorted, and was knocked unconscious by Woolf, and Woolf threw him to the side, drew the long sword at his waist and strode into the alley.

"Uh-huh." The northern warrior who was fighting against the White Knight suddenly saw Scarface knocked unconscious by Woolf, and Woolf came over with a long sword, and he was overwhelmed by the enemy in his abdomen and back.

"Go back with your companions." Seeing that the Northern warrior had lost his fighting spirit, Woolf moved out of the way and let him leave with a fainted Scarface.

The northern warrior breathed a sigh of relief, and he cautiously squeezed past Woolf, setting up the direction Scarface had come and gone, and Woolf inserted the sword back into its scabbard.

"Earl Gülen's man?" The White Knight came to Woolf's side, he said.

"It's still a matter of asking, he's still not at ease with me, but don't worry, he has no excuse to deal with me." Woolf sighed, he knew that his existence was a threat to Earl Gülen, but in the absence of a clear charge, in fact, Count Gülen could not do anything about him.

"Woolf, I have lived in the Holy City since I was a child, and I am accustomed to the unscrupulous methods of nobles and bishops, and I fear that he will send someone to assassinate you." The White Knight reminded Woolf.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to die so easily." Woolf smiled, knowing that the Earl of Gülen would not do it rashly, and if the assassination failed, the Count himself could not afford the consequences.

"It's always better to be cautious, and if it doesn't work, let's just get out of here for a while." The White Knight said to the northern warrior.

"Huh, weird." But Woolf did not listen to the White Knight, and he looked up at the gloomy sky, his face full of astonishment.

"What's wrong?" The White Knight asked curiously.