In the evening, a group of knights set up camp on the side of the hill.

No sooner had the fire in front of the camp been lit than rain began to pour out the fire.

This group of people was none other than the prince of the neighboring country, Benson, and his guards.

Benson sat in his tent, silently eating dry food, thinking that he was the teacher who had taught him sword practice since he was a child.

He recalled the bits and pieces of getting along with the teacher, but he couldn't think of when the teacher was replaced by another person.

Or was this teacher replaced before he was born?

"Who?"

Suddenly, he was alarmed and let out a soft snort.

The rain outside, I don't know when it stopped, in this silent night, his voice was exceptionally loud.

After a few breaths, there was still no response from outside the door.

Bensen's heart sank, all the subordinates he brought this time were loyal to him, and when he heard his warning, he didn't respond until now, something must have happened.

He grabbed the sword beside him, lifted the tent, and walked out.

It was pitch black outside, and there was a gleam in his eyes, and at a glance he could see the man in charge of the night watch lying there.

He slowly drew his sword, his face extremely solemn.

Being able to hide his perception and silently bring down a dozen of his own guards is definitely an incomparably terrifying enemy.

Suddenly, in his sight, a woman dressed in a black robe appeared. With his eyesight, he couldn't see clearly how the other party appeared.

A drop of cold sweat slipped down his forehead.

Instinct told him that this was an enemy that he could not defend against.

"You're Benson?" The woman walked up to him and spoke, her voice a little hoarse.

Benson's eyes shrank, and the woman in front of him was wearing a mask, revealing only a pair of gray eyes, "You know me?" ”

"Do you want to know about the Great Sage?" The woman passed him and walked into the tent.

As he passed by, Benson smelled a faint fishy smell from her, which irritated his nasal passages and made him almost want to vomit.

With strong control, he suppressed the urge to vomit, his face changed several times, and finally followed him into the tent.

The woman sat where he had been sitting.

He stood in the doorway and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?" ”

"Don't worry, I have no ill will towards you." The woman's gray eyes fell on him, "I am an old acquaintance with your teacher, and I am entrusted by him to tell you the true face of the great sage." ”

"Teacher?"

Benson's mood was complicated, and the hostility in his heart was lessened a little.

After a while, he continued, "Say it." ”

"What the full name of the Great Sage is, no one knows. It took me a long time to find out the name he used to use, Will. ”

The woman began to speak in her hoarse voice.

"He must have been born into a small aristocratic family, and later, he entered a wizarding organization and became a wizard apprentice."

"His talent was average, and in his time, he didn't leave much reputation."

"It wasn't until 1,800 years ago that he assumed the name of the Great Sage and began to wander the world."

Hearing this, Benson couldn't help but interrupt, "Wait a minute, eighteen hundred years ago? Doesn't that mean that he is about to be 2,000 years old? ”

"Yes, an old monster who has lived for two thousand years, you can never imagine what kind of hole cards he will have." There was a hint of sigh in the woman's tone.

"However, you don't have to worry, although his strength is terrifying, he is not omnipotent." The woman saw the horror in Benson's heart and said, "He has lived for so long, using some special method. ”

Benson couldn't help but ask, "Do you know what method he used?" ”

"Of course, I've spent more than a hundred years investigating." The woman said coldly.

Benson was shocked that his teacher had taught him some of the basics of wizarding.

In the wizarding apprenticeship stage, it is difficult to have any way to extend your lifespan. The lifespan generally does not exceed 100 years. Only when you reach the official wizard will the lifespan be greatly increased.

If the woman in front of her is true, then she is at least a hundred years old.

This means that she is an official wizard.

The woman continued, "His most terrifying ability is to foresee the future. ”

Benson nodded, the reason why the Great Sage was able to become the guest of honor of the royal families and nobles of various countries was because of his prophetic ability. His prophecy, as far as it goes, has never been wrong.

What a terrifying ability to be able to see the future. No one wants to be an enemy of such a person.

Think about it, no matter what conspiracy you have, before you have time to implement it, the other party already knows everything, how can you fight this?

With such ability, the Great Sage is already invincible.

He didn't believe that for more than a thousand years, no one had ever fought the idea of imprisoning the Great Sage, but until now, the Great Sage is still alive and well, which means that no matter whether it is force or conspiracy, there is no way to help the other party.

The woman seemed to see through his mind and sneered, "His ability to predict is indeed terrifying, but his weaknesses are still obvious. ”

Benson couldn't help but ask, "What weakness?" ”

"Strength."

The woman said in a deep voice, "He has such a prophetic ability, but he has never had the idea of fighting those wizarding organizations. Even, in the past 1,800 years, there has been a wizarding organization that has been destroyed, but among them, he has not been seen, do you know what this means? ”

Benson is a smart man, and he immediately figured out the key to it, "You mean, his ability to predict is ineffective against wizards?" ”

"It should be that when facing someone stronger than him, the effect will be greatly reduced." The woman corrected, "He is an extremely cautious man, so he never dared to fight the idea of the wizarding organization. ”

"However, even if the strength is stronger than him, it is not so easy to catch him."

Benson was silent, indeed, the great sage's fame was far and wide, and there would certainly be powerful wizards who coveted his methods of prolonging his life. But it was clear that no one could help him.

At this time, the woman's voice came to his ears again, "Do you want to know, what method did he use to prolong his life?" ”

He looked up, breathing a little heavily.

How could he not want to?

"He baptized and blessed you when you were born, right?" The woman's gray eyes were full of mockery, "Do you know how many people he has baptized over the past thousand years?" ”

"What do you mean?" Benson's heart shook.

"Every twenty years, he changes his appearance. Coincidentally, his transfiguration was exactly the same as that of someone he had baptized. Do you think it could be a coincidence? ”

Benson only felt a chill in his heart.