In January, the northern wind was cold, but at this moment, in a courtyard in Yanjing, there was a light pink moonlight in full bloom.

Under the moonlit flower tree is a clear pond, in which a few koi swim shallowly, chasing and playing. Qingchi is surrounded by a large green meadow, a meandering stream, and a small wooden arched bridge.

The courtyard is not big, but it is warm. This is thanks to a layer of transparent partitions that shroud the courtyard above. They don't seal off the entire courtyard, but miraculously maintain a constant temperature.

There was a man standing on the wooden bridge. The costume looks like a simplified version of the "ceremonial dress", and the moon-white robe is properly suited, lining the whole person out of the dust - if you add a folding fan, you will be a merry man who watches the fish by the water.

And the man was indeed watching the fish—at least it seems.

He put his hand on the railing of the wooden bridge, a pair of sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and his eyes were a little confused. Whenever the koi fish came close to the surface of the water and spit out bubbles, his hands tightened slightly, and it seemed that even the sound of the bubbles bursting made him restless.

He maintained this position and stood on the bridge for more than ten minutes.

Until a moonlit petal falls off the branch and floats into the water, causing a ripple. The petals were clustered together with the two pieces from the previous pool, and they looked like a pink clover.

Only then did the man let out a soft sigh and turned to walk off the wooden bridge.

At the other end of the courtyard is a terrace. Floor-to-ceiling windows on the terrace are pulled to the sides, allowing the interior to connect to the courtyard. A young man was standing there with a phone in his hand, and when he saw the man in white coming over, he took two steps forward and asked in a low voice, "Have you thought about it?" ”

The man in white nodded. So the man picked up the phone and whispered to his ear, "The prophet thinks." It is indeed necessary to observe once. ”

With that, he put down the phone. Then he whispered, "Are you going back to the house, or are you right here?" ”

"Right here." The man in white walked to a soft chair and sat down, took off his shoes, and rested his bare feet on the grass. The blades of grass seemed to itch his feet, so he let out a soft breath and leaned back in his chair and threw his head up.

"Let's get started." He whispered.

The man behind him rolled up his sleeves and put his slender fingers on his forehead. After a few flicks, he stopped again.

"What's the matter, Sunrise." The man in white closed his eyes. Deviated head.

The young man known as Rixi sighed and moved his fingers again: "This is the third time this year. I'm afraid you can't stand it. ”

The white-robed "prophet" smiled: "What is the meaning of life?" Always do something useful. Not to mention...... I could really see it then. ”

So Rixi looked at his clean face, and his hands tightened slightly. The two hands completely enclosed the Prophet's temples and began to rotate slightly, as if to massage his head. However, he frowned slightly with each movement. It seems that there is a thousand pounds of weight on the hands.

After about a minute, something shiny suddenly appeared between his fingers. It was like dew reflecting the moonlight, but it was even more sparkling. It was as if the moonlight had turned into a granular substance, which continued to emerge from his fingers, and then turned into a flowing liquid, which gently seeped into the mind of the Prophet with his movements.

The Prophet groaned pleasantly. Then the limbs trembled slightly, as if in some state of extreme pleasure. He raised his hand, shook it aimlessly in mid-air, and then asked softly, "...... Have you ever seen that Li Zhen look like? ”

Rixi didn't stop moving. He frowned. The short answer: "I have seen it in the materials." ”

"What does it look like?" The Prophet asked again. Then he laughed, "Could it be a strong man—someone who can kill the king of the earth......"

"It's a young man." Rixi stopped, pressed his palm against the prophet's temple, and flicked his fingers, the light between his fingers even brighter. turned into a milky white fluorescent, "The eyebrows are clear, and it is not much better than you." ”

"Heh......," the Prophet smiled, "it's rare to hear you say that about a person's appearance. ”

Sunset's ten fingers also stopped. And he put his palms on the head of the prophet. He let out a long sigh. The halo on his hand gradually dissipated, turning into a thousand rays of light that crept into his mind through the Prophet's hair.

He took a step back with relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's done." ”

Then he added, "But what was the last time you saw it?" It's just an A-class reckless man. ”

The Prophet stood up, smiled and shook his head, "You don't always believe in fate. So I am a prophet...... You're not. ”

He walked barefoot on the lawn and slowly walked to the wooden bridge, while opening his hands as if he was about to embrace the world: "And I can change my fate." ”

Eventually, he stepped onto the wooden bridge and stopped where he had been. It's just that his eyes are clear and sharp, his cheeks are ruddy and full, as if he has just taken a nap, and he is extremely energetic.

Then he looked up and glanced at the moonlit tree. And so the action freezes there.

This does not mean that he is "motionless". Rather, it said...... It seems that his whole person has "stopped" and peeled off in this worldly realm.

But the blades of grass are still gently swaying with the breeze, and the koi are still swimming shallowly in the water. The three-petaled moonflower is still slightly rippling, pushed by the bubbles spit out by the koi fish, slowly swimming.

And the white-robed prophet stared at the moonlit tree, and the pupils in his gray eyes shrank into a tiny dot.

Rixi stood solemnly with his hands in his hands, looking at the figure on the wooden bridge with awe, and shook his fingers lightly. Although he could not fully experience the feelings of the other party, he knew that in this moment, in a sense, he saw the trajectory of fate.

This is ...... "observation".

Two seconds later, the Prophet's body shook slightly—as if he had woken up from a great dream. Then he withdrew his hand from the railing of the bridge, looked around a little dazedly, and looked into the pool under the bridge again.

The three-petal moonlight in the pond has turned into four petals, tightly gathered in one place, and it seems to have become a four-leaf clover.

So he frowned slightly and muttered, "Lucky Clover......"

The "observation" has been completed.

Rixi walked to the bridge and asked in a low voice, "How is it?" ”

The prophet looked at him with a smirk: "You know the rules." This kind of thing can't tell you. ”

"I ...... It's to ask you. ”

"Hmm...... I. The Prophet walked barefoot off the bridge, took the phone from Sunset's hand, and patted him on the shoulder, "I'm fine." Don't worry about me. ”

Then he walked far to the other corner of the courtyard, sat down on a stone bench, and dialed a number.

"It's me. It's done. He shook his head, "It didn't turn out very well. That Christina seems to be ...... It's getting stronger and stronger. Her last observation interfered with me, so it was a little off. ”

"No...... What I see is not Adam. He looked up, his grey eyes reflecting the fiery red sunset outside the courtyard, "What do I see...... It's blood. The blood of thousands. Blood flowing in the earth......"

"But you must prevent the gate of truth from getting Adam. It is the key point. ”

The person on the other end of the line said something again. Then the Prophet suddenly laughed: "Clear? This world is already a chaotic world, how can it be clear? That's all I say, and the rest will be up to you. ”

Before putting down the phone, he seemed to remember something again, and added: "It is said that you have been checking my identity recently. Bonus advice: Don't set yourself on fire. ”

Then he hung up the phone, sat quietly for a while, took a deep breath of sweet air, and sighed, "It's better." ”。

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There are prophets at the gates of truth, and there are certainly prophets in the Empire. The difference is that Christina, the prophet of the Gate of Truth? Heinrich was a god of the Order. And the prophet of the empire...... No one knows who he really is.

For thirteen years, the Secret Service tried to find him. However, the other party's "stealth" kung fu was unexpected, and even a secret organization like the Secret Service Office could not find any clues. It sounds ridiculous, but it's true. So for quite some time, people attributed this to the special power of the prophets—because they always knew something in advance.

In the two hundred years since the advent of the Mighty, the Empire has had three Prophets. But perhaps it is because there is some kind of iron law that only one prophet appears at any given time. When the previous prophet died, the second prophet came belatedly to continue to shoulder the responsibilities that were on his shoulders.

In fact, the first two have always been under the control of the Secret Service, and have made great contributions to the Empire.

They may not be able to fight on the battlefield like other abilities, but they have an even more incredible power - observation.

They can see the future, they can vaguely see where something will go in the future, so that people have plenty of time to prepare and cope.

The name also means "lucky" to those who know the secret of the prophet. Because the prophets always foresaw some kind of relatively satisfactory outcome, which made the whole thing go much better.

However, this mysterious third place seems to have a natural resistance to the fate of the first two. He has always refused to reveal his true identity to the secret service, even if the other party has offered extremely favorable conditions. But he does seem to be keeping a close eye on the future and fate of his own kind, and thus uses an uncanny phone line to maintain in-close contact with the Secret Service.

The reason why I say "incredible" is because the secret service can't find out his hiding place based on his call signals.

Thirteen years is long enough, and it is enough for an agency like the Secret Service to have limited trust in him from fear to suspicion, from suspicion to suspicion, and then from suspicion to suspicion. (To be continued.) )