Estheu's breathing paused briefly as he looked at Luciana and said with difficulty, "You...... How? ”

"Extrapolation. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 "Since you are the protagonist of Madigan's long prophetic poem, it is enough to put on your head the events that have been causing a storm in the city lately." Sarion's most recent event, in addition to an undeclared but embarrassing battle, was the demonic attack on Sarion's prison, and then, the Whip of Order was assassinated. Except for the first empire that is the party, there is always one of the remaining two that is inseparable from you, right? ”

Eshua was silent, the other party's thinking was too wild, but he had amazing acumen. Am I the protagonist of a long prophetic poem? He remembered the strange and bizarre dream, the stone pillars, the hall without the dome, the white sky, the dark sun wheel, the statue of the goddess of order without facial features, and the sonorous and majestic voice, calling him "the chosen one".

The Son of Prophecy, the Chosen One......

Estheu's head ached even more, he closed his eyes, and said with a groan, "You already know the answer to the first question, and the second question is the foundation of my life, and I have nothing to say. ”

"Then you owe me a question." Luciana shrugged.

"What more do you want to ask?" Estheus reflexively opened his eyes, and now he couldn't stop his heart from beating at the sound of the strong southern accent of "Question," almost as if he had seen a jar of inferior ale in front of him. Although he was very reluctant, he had to admit that he couldn't take any initiative to talk in front of this girl, for no other reason than the asymmetry of information between the two.

"Haha, don't be afraid." Estheus's frightened bird-like reaction made Luciana laugh, "You don't want me to ask questions, so help me do a few things." ”

"No way!" Eschu refused.

"Ah, so you're not stupid." Luciana was a little discouraged, "I saved your life, how should this be counted?" ”

“…… I'll save your life. Eshua looked away, and replied in the manner of a Sarrion profiteer who had made a blank check.

"How many things is my life worth?" Luciana pressed closer.

"Fate to fate, everything to matter." Estheu was concise, but he was trying to avoid the topic from going in a more unfavorable direction, and he had a hunch that if it continued like this, Luciana would probably pull out a deed of sale for him to sign. However, if he continued to mediate like this, Eshu would sooner or later be cornered, because he really owed Luciana a life, and if it weren't for her, Eshu would have been buried in the Mendelssohn Mountains.

Ai Xiu's gaze fell on the wooden plank of the carriage, and his heart moved, and his brows raised. Luciana was still relentlessly chasing: "Since you want to save my life, then be my personal guard first, and if you save my life one day, you can go." ”

"You don't have to save your life." Estheu turned his head and calmly met Luciana's gaze, he raised his left hand and pointed somewhere in the carriage, "I can tell you all the meaning of those characters. ”

(The mess between last week and this week finally came to an end today.) Write half a chapter tonight, and the second half of the chapter will be released tomorrow night, and it's still chapter 33, which is about Kea and his party. ）