"'Redemption'? That's another title for you? Draenor frowned, convinced that it was more than just a word, but a profession or a symbol.

"Yes, the name is for me, and for all living beings." The soothsayer said vaguely, opened his eyes, pointed to the twisted burn marks, and continued, "'Salvation' is for everyone, including myself...... Caesar was my name in my previous life, a Canaanite emperor, and I was once ...... At that time, money, fame and women, and even the entire Romance Empire belonged to me. My iron hooves have trodden all the land of Auroban, from Gaul to Britton, and even Cleopatra in North Abel have been impressed by my heroism. ”

Draenor linked these words to his own knowledge, and as a native of Eichenryde, the story of Julius Caesar was familiar to him. The soothsayer knows all about those details, but this does not mean that he can believe in that nonsense, that people cannot be resurrected after death, let alone the past life and this life".

"That is, you are the reincarnation of Caesar?"

"That's right." The soothsayer nodded solemnly, "Not only have I inherited his memories, but I have also acquired the wealth he left behind—extraordinary energy and intelligence. ”

Draenor fell silent, and when he first entered the door, he was a little skeptical that he was thinking too much, but when he heard this, he was almost sure that it was all just commercial boasting, and it could even be described as nonsense. With this set of ridiculous rhetoric, even the beggars of Narcissus Street can put a mysterious "veil" on themselves, I don't know how much unjust money this old guy has deceived with this trick......

"Since there is such a strong 'power'...... So why don't you join the Order and take it to the extreme? He asked, subconsciously determined to drive the other party to the point of running out of words.

"No, my child, that's not a good idea," the soothsayer shook his head with a wry smile, "and I tried to do that before I had an epiphany...... Become a knight, slay all evil beings, and gallop on horseback across the vast Moyal Plateau...... But in my previous life, I had already fulfilled those mortal dreams...... Now, all I have to do is dwell here, listening carefully to the whispers of the body, showing the way to the lost Lambs, which is what 'salvation' is all about. ”

Pretty skilled...... Draenor was a little overwhelmed, it wasn't the answer he expected. The other party seems to have known that he would ask such a question and prepared a reason for explaining it in advance, but if this is the case, it just proves that he can really predict the future......

Apparently dazed by his paradox, Draenor pulled out the book that Miliusa had left in the attic and laid it out in front of the soothsayer.

"I'm not here to listen to stories, you do seem to be able to foresee the future, can you find the owner of this book for me?"

The soothsayer lowered his head and paused for a moment at the book, wondering if he could really see the scene in front of him with his "heart eye". Then, rubbing his hands and stroking the crumpled pages, he flipped from side to side.

"The owner of the book, the boy...... It's been a lot since I went home. ”

It's already begun...... Draenor knew very well that it was a firm statement, as if it had been read out against a script. In an instant, all the doubts that filled his mind were gone, and this soothsayer did have unimaginable "magic", and in front of him, no doubts could stand firmly.

"Indeed," he said, looking up at Caesar, "and that's all I know at the moment." ”

"No, that's not what you're thinking."

"Caesar" rolled his eyes slightly, staring at Draenor like a puppet, "'The kidnapper is the plague doctor', that's your line." ”

The moment the words reached his ears, someone seemed to have grabbed his throat, and it was not only the book that was spread out on the carpet, but also Draenor himself, who could read through his thoughts, and even read the words that he had hidden in his heart as if he were reading his own mind. He didn't have time to think about his inner confusion, and seized the opportunity to push the portrait in front of "Caesar".

"It's this plague doctor, what else do you know?"

The soothsayer unhurriedly stretched out his hand and touched the painting, the traces left by the pencil seemed to have been imprinted in his mind, Zheng thought for a long time, and he finally spoke slowly.

"He's not here, like me...... It is also a beast of the Far West. ”

Sure enough, all the previous assumptions were confirmed! Draenor opened his mouth excitedly, but couldn't utter a word. He pondered the meaning of "Caesar", and it seemed that there was another message in this sentence.

"You're from Azra!?" He quickly grasped the refining handle, but he couldn't pull out the sword from the sheath of the old man in front of him. Caesar did have pale skin, but he didn't expect him to be one of those "southern beasts".

"It used to be ......," the soothsayer sighed, and with his fingers he forcibly tore a crack in his mouth, and from this angle he could see almost the entire mouth, a row of bloody gums exposed, barely covering the sunken mortar.

Letting go of his hand, the crack healed in less than a few seconds, Caesar wiped the blood from his fingertips with his sleeve, raised his eyebrows and looked at Draenor, "After removing the fangs, I thought I could escape this curse engraved in my veins." But it turns out that in the face of that beast, reason is just a worthless remnant......

"To escape this bloodthirsty curse, I nailed myself to the mast, and sailed through the storm for a week, just to wait for the light to give me the last ox judgment, but from the moment of sunrise a miracle happened, I did not burn to ashes like the other Azra, it only scorched my eyes, but brought a warmth that I had never felt before, like a mother's caressing, so warm that I couldn't stop sobbing......"

Caesar wiped away the crystal tears from the corners of his eyes, exhaled deeply, and put his hands on his chest, "And then, 'redemption' was born......"

Looking at the other party's emotional "speech", Draenor simply let go of the hilt of the sword, although it was a little incredulous, but it turned out that the other party was indeed different from the Yazra he had met before.

"I see...... Can you tell me where the kid is now? He pulled the conversation back, and every minute and second of delay could be Miliusa's passing life.

"The light has given me a new lease of life, and thus the ability to know the future. But this ability is not omnipotent, whether it is in the past or in the future, I can only see the image for about ten seconds. And the farther away the other person is, the more blurred the image becomes, and I'll try my best......"

After closing his eyes and being silent for a moment, Caesar stretched out his hand and pressed it to the page again, his eyebrows furrowed, trying to "find" the boy's whereabouts.

Draenor held his breath and gently pulled out his pocket watch to watch the second hand move.

“…… Eight...... Nine...... Ten. ”

As he silently recited the last number, Caesar opened his eyes, looking much more tired, beads of sweat running down his cheeks and down his sleeves. Draenor still didn't let up in the slightest, he pursed his lips and waited for an answer.

"Found ......"

"Where is he?"

Without a pause, Caesar picked up Arano's pencil from his feet and, while the impression in his mind was not completely gone, quickly sketched a dilapidated spire on the paper.

"An abandoned barn in the northwest corner of Tello."