The soothsayer's face suddenly changed and his figure staggered, as if he was about to fall.

However, the people around him have been prepared for this.

Two men stepped out of the crowd and supported the prophet from the left and right, helping him to a chair so that he could sit down against it.

Everyone looked at the prophet with bated breath.

Especially Li Jiajia.

She almost became a prophet.

However, at this moment, the girl has only rejoicing in her heart.

Let me eat my hair, my nails, and my blood...... It's better to die!

Luckily, I became a chef.

The girl's scalp tingled and she thought.

Qin Ran looked at this prophet with interest.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen something like it.

The 'God of the Earth', Nikelle, and the Thorn Lady are similar beings.

But these two beings were obviously more than a cut above the soothsayer in front of them, at least, Qin Ran had never seen Ni Carlet or Lady Thorns need to eat hair, nails, and blood when prophesying.

Both look at the results from a higher perspective.

Ni Kailei, Qin Ran still doesn't know much about it.

Ms. Thorns, Qin Ran was substituted by the other party into a river like 'fate'.

"One is looking down from above."

"The other is ......"

"Jump up and look out of the wall?"

Qin Ran commented.

The advantages and disadvantages of the two are clear at a glance.

The former is extremely easy and can see the whole situation at a glance, while the latter needs to do his best, not only to 'jump' high enough, but also to the 'wall', not too high.

As a prophet recognized by the 'herdsmen' and various families.

The strength is obviously still there.

After about a minute of this state, the other party calmed down, and although his face was a little pale, he was still normal and could speak freely.

"I saw something."

"Not much."

"But it can be proved that Lord Victor was framed!"

The prophet's voice was not high, but in the silence around him, everyone could hear it clearly.

"Framed?"

"Not his layout?"

"Wasn't he the treasure trove he stole around the city?"

There was a lot of discussion around, even the eldest lady of the Songshi family was also sideways.

Because, according to Qin Ran's inference at that time, there was no one else except Victor.

What's going on?

The eldest lady of the Songshi family looked at Qin Ran.

Qin Ran shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

I really don't know how this prophet came to this conclusion.

What did the other party really see?

Or is it nonsense?

Judging from the fact that the other party can gain the trust of the 'herdsman' and the various families, the former is undoubtedly more worthy of confidence, but it is ...... He did it all.

Could it be that the other party saw it...... He?

Qin Ran's face did not change in the slightest, and his eyes looked at the prophet calmly.

And the prophet continued, as if unconsciously:

"Lord Victor did not steal the treasure trove around the city, let alone the private treasury of the three kings."

"It's all the work of some unknown black hand."

"They're doing it covertly......"

"I can only see this one, and the rest, I can't see clearly."

After saying that, the prophet remained silent.

The people around him also fell silent.

After a few moments, some people, strangers, and weirdos quietly left.

They, they chased Victor for the wealth around the city, and now that they don't have it, there is no need to stay.

The only difference is that some people and weirdos leave quietly, while others apologize to Victor and then leave.

For example, the turquoise family.

"I'm sorry, Lord Victor."

"We shouldn't doubt you."

The butler was ashamed to Victor.

Victor waved his hand very calmly.

He lost his memory, he couldn't remember what had happened, and as long as he was able to live a peaceful, non-dangerous life, it would be the best.

Having already gotten it, what more could he ask for?

It would be nice if I could find the memory!

In this regard, Victor glanced at Qin Ran with confidence.

The eldest lady of the Songshi family came to Qin Ran's side at this time.

"You seem to be stronger!"

"Awakened part of the ability or memory?"

Turquoise probed.

Qin Ran didn't answer, just looked at the other party so lightly.

This made the eldest lady twist her body very unnaturally.

She always felt like there was a large, invisible hand grabbing the back of her neck.

It's hard not to say.

It also made her a little ashamed.

"Humph!"

"You hate it when you're awake."

"You ought to learn from your brother, or no lady will like you."

With a cold snort, the eldest lady of the Songshi family walked out quickly.

After apologizing again, he quickly followed.

As the largest family in the surrounding cities, the departure of the Songshi family naturally represents an extremely strong signal, and those who are still not dead and are still watching and the weirdos have finally dispersed.

Soon, the premise of the restaurant was Qin Ran and his party, Anna, Whitrick and the prophet.

Qin Ran looked at Anna, Whiterick, and the Prophet.

It is clear that they still have something to say.

"Any secrets?"

Anna asked.

"Nope."

The soothsayer shook his head.

"Like it literally?"

Anna asked again.

"Hmm."

"It's literal."

The soothsayer nodded.

Call.

In the scope of ability, there is no abnormality, which made Anna let out a long breath, his face appeared with joy, stepped in front of Victor, and said very simply:

"That's great, Victor!"

"It's not you!"

"Don't worry, I'll have your reputation restored."

The sincerity in Anna's words infected Victor, and even if Victor didn't care at this time, he showed a smile.

Then, Anna, Whitrek, and the Prophet left.

"Shouldn't you give extra compensation for delaying someone else's business?"

Li Jiajia, who watched the other party leave, said very politely.

"I guess it's here, right?"

Victor gestured to the box.

"This is yesterday's compensation, and today's apparently not."

Li Jiajia said very politely.

One piece of the right, nodded in approval.

"That's right."

"Those guys made such a mess of this place, we had to clean it up again before we could get it open."

"I don't want our guests to get anything bad here."

The Ghost Lady expressed her position in righteous words.

Victor scratched his head.

Even if he didn't have a memory, he felt like he should shut up.

Subconsciously, Victor looked at Qin Ran, he wanted to ask Qin Ran what he was going to do today, but at this time, Victor found that Qin Ran had disappeared unconsciously.

"Where is Your Highness?"

Victor asked.

"The boss doesn't do anything most of the time."

"Except for the night sitting here, the rest is in charge of the teachers."

"We need to clean up the place and then go buy some ingredients – the teacher and the suppliers have already agreed that they will leave us the freshest even if it is afternoon."

Li Jiajia said naturally.

Victor, who had just joined, nodded his head again and again.

……

Whiterick was in the driver's seat, Anna was in the passenger seat, and the Prophet was in the back.

Cold sweat broke out from the prophet's forehead.

His hands trembled unconsciously.

Why?

Why is there such a terrible existence?

How could such a terrible existence exist in this 'forsaken land'?

He asked himself unconsciously.

Every time he asked, his heart twitched.

The pain spread unconsciously.

He felt like he was about to suffocate.

A touch of warmth appeared beside him, and the prophet looked up and looked at Anna with a soft light in her hand, and gratitude appeared on her face.

"Thank you, thank you."

The prophet said with difficulty.

"That's what we're supposed to do."

"After all, your prophecy has saved us from many strife."

"Again, we need to think about your body."

Anna said with a straight face.

As one of the top leaders of the herdsman, Anna knew very well what the prophet in front of her was consuming and undertaking every time he prophesied, divination, and undertake.

If it weren't for the fact that Victor's affairs were so important, he would never have pleaded with the other party for help.

He is not a man who has no regard for the lives of others.

Even if he paid him enough.

"Thank you."

The prophet thanked him again, but he hid the words from the bottom of his heart in the shadow of his words.

As Anna turned her head to look ahead, the soothsayer bowed her head slightly, hiding her guilt.

He, it's not that he doesn't want to say.

Yes, can't say.

Once it was said.

Not only will he not live, but anyone who hears the news will not live.

"Put me in the church."

"I need to go to an old friend to recuperate."

The prophet spoke.

"Okay."

Whiterick nodded, and left to turn around.

There are many churches in Ai, but the only one that can be mentioned by the prophet is the oldest one, which is run by an unknown old man.

The other party was neither a priest nor a priest, but an ascetic-like being.

After several investigations and confirmation that there was no danger, the herder gave him permission to move freely.

The car drove into a secluded alley.

A building with a stone façade caught Waitrick's eye.

It is not the church with the steeple or the dome that one might think.

Rather, it is a flat-roofed, dwelling-like building.

In fact, apart from the perennial candles and similar idols in the building, it has nothing to do with the church at all.

Refusing Anna's support, the prophet got out of the car.

"I'll deposit the payment into your account right away."

"Do you have any other orders?"

Anna asked politely.

"Lady Anna, I suggest you go to the northern outskirts of Ai."

"There's someone you've been looking for lately."

The soothsayer said with a smile.

"Someone I've been looking for?"

Anna was stunned for a moment, and then asked overjoyed.

"Is it my primary care physician?"

"Thank you so much!"

After seeing the soothsayer nod, Anna thanked her, and immediately got into the car, motioning for Whiterick to go to the outskirts of the North City.

Looking in the direction in which the car had disappeared, the soothsayer sighed, quickened his pace, and walked into the church.

His old friend was testing the only god platform, and when he saw him, a trace of astonishment appeared on the old man's face, and then, there was an inexplicable sense of despair.

"You noticed that, too?"

The ascetic asked.

"Hmm."

"So, I'm here."

Said the prophet.

"You shouldn't have come."

The ascetic laid down his cleaning tools, walked to the front of the altar, knelt down, and prayed in a low voice, before he raised his hand, pointed to the idol, and to the one that had been extinguished, hidden in the flames of the candles.

The soothsayer saw at a glance the cracked idol and the candle flame that was supposed to not be extinguished.

The other party's face changed again.

Even, it is the six gods without the master.

"What should I do?"

"What should I do?"

The soothsayer whispered.

It is both asking the ascetic and asking yourself.

But neither the ascetic nor himself had any answer, and could only look at the idol.

It is a somewhat abstract, humanoid statue of the deity.

There should have been a hint of solemn beauty, but the crack that cracked in the middle and ran through the entire statue made this solemn beauty disappear.

Even the only bit of magic is gone.

"Do you see him, she, it, or Him?"

The ascetic asked.

"Hmm."

"Hell, the abyss, the breath of the dead are mixed."

"The Devil's Lord, the Demon Lord, and the Undead Lord are all possible."

"......"

"I've seen others!"

The prophet shuddered as he said this.

"Other?"

The ascetic turned his head.

"Monster with no boundaries in pitch black!"

"The power that corrupts the world to evil!"

"An unpredictable fate entwined with death!"

The prophet trembled at the words, and when he had finished speaking, as if he were about to collapse, the ascetic raised his hand on top of the other's head and prayed in a low voice.

It took a long time for the prophet to come back to God.

"It shouldn't have existed at this time!"

"The old gods have long since decayed."

"The outer gods are leaving."

"There's no more attraction here!"

"Why is it coming?"

The soothsayer roared

"Maybe that's fate, right?"

"Calm down."

"We can't stop it, and we can't interfere with it, so let's just wait."

"See it's the end?"

"Or is it another start?"

The ascetic said calmly.

However, such calmness was interrupted by a sneer.

"I don't want to know what the end or the beginning is!"

"I just want to know ......"

"Where did my treasure go?"

Dressed in black, sumptuous costumes and wearing a crown studded with sparkling gems, the Fang King strode closer.

As he was about to enter the chapel, the ascetic, who had been looking indifferent, stood up and exclaimed:

"Get out of here, blasphemer!"

With such a low shout, arcane words appeared on the walls of the entire chapel, with a golden light, converging into an invisible force, refusing the entry of the Fang King.

"Hmph."

"If that stone hadn't cracked, you'd still be able to stop me."

"But, it's cracked!"

"What are you going to do to stop me?"

The Fang King said dismissively.

Then it saw the pale ascetic, and the prophet who had just calmed down, and broke down again to the point of crying aloud.

Suddenly, the Fang King became more and more disdainful.

It had known for a long time that it was unbearable, but it didn't expect it to decline to such an extent.

However, soon the Fang King noticed that something was wrong.

The pale-faced ascetic had been watching behind it.

Although the prophet who collapsed to the point of crying covered his face, the scope of his vision should also be behind him.

But how is this possible?

There should be no talent behind its perception!

There is also a talisman given by King Qi, and there is no warning!

Swindle!

Childish scam!

The Fang King thought so.

However, its head involuntarily twisted back.

It didn't see what was behind it.

Because, a slender and powerful palm pressed against its face.

Call!

The crimson flames that had been gathering momentum for a long time erupted in the palm of his hand, instantly annihilating the Fang King.

Qin Ran walked forward slowly, rubbing shoulders with the flaming Fang King.

The golden incantations shattered one after another when Qin Ran stepped forward.

He went up to the pale-faced ascetic, the soothing prophet who covered his face and wept, and asked:

"What are you afraid of?"