This was a bit of a surprise.

"I know I'm a little abrupt, but ...... I'm still not reconciled. Arlando said with a red face.

Ai stared at Arrando, who looked at Arrando so unnaturally that he even lowered his head slightly.

"I'm not a strong person, and my specialization in prophecy spells makes it difficult for me to find a suitable way to extend my life." Arlando sighed.

As you may know, the more accurate the prophecy, the greater the invisible cost to the prophet.

Don't be afraid of your jokes when you say it.

Since I was a child, I have been extremely sensitive to timing, and the vague punishment after several successful predictions when I was young even made me a little complacent. Arlando said no more, just shook his head.

"Look, business has come to your door." Ai smiled.

Arrando smiled in kind.

"I'll give you an answer. Conventional means will not give you an extension of life. Even the gods would not rush to interfere with the life of a prophet like you, and that kind of price is not something they can easily bear.

But you can go to the devil. After death, give your soul to the Devil's Grand Duke, and they will make you twist the prophecy once, and use your soul as a material to make reality develop towards that distorted prophecy.

This way you can live an extended life of about 10 years, and no more than 15 years. Ai skillfully manipulated the merchant to kiss.

It was clearly not the answer Arlando wanted, and he wasn't mad enough to do that.

And many people in Torrell pay attention to the fate of their souls after death. Giving your soul is worse than breaking your life.

Arlando had planned to make a deal with Safras in his later years, so that he could go to the kingdom of God for a while.

But when he suddenly saw Ai that day, he remembered all kinds of Ai, and asked in his heart.

"It's not what I want." Arlando shook his head

"I know, I have a method here, better than what the Devil and Safras have given you, custom-made for you." Ai Zhengdao.

"I don't know how?" Arlando is also in the groove.

"From the time you came to Candlekeep to prophesy the future, until you died. Prophecy the great events of each year, and give me the manuscript of the prophecy.

Depending on the accuracy of your prophecy, you will be given a maximum of one day and a minimum of three minutes each year to verify your prophecy when that major event breaks out.

And during this time, you cannot be perceived by anyone or gods and demons. Ai made the conditions.

This made Arlando so impressed that he almost immediately agreed. Although it did not directly extend his lifespan, it gave him the opportunity to verify his prophecy, which every prophet longed for.

In the end, Arlando carefully confirmed that there was no problem and readily agreed.

"Drink this bowl of porridge, and the deal will be done." Ai took out a bowl of porridge from his gray pocket.

"Is this the porridge you gave to the stricken Nessera people in the ruins of the Nexera Floating City?" Arlando asked casually, knowing about it but thinking it was just a coincidence.

"The ingredients are different, but the taste is the same." This made Arlando stunned, and it seemed that the bowl of porridge was not so delicious.

But Arlando did not hesitate and drank the porridge in one gulp.

"It's not that good, I'll have to write it down. It's like a pot of rotten vegetables stewed in the old grain. Arrando was relieved.

With this deal, Arlando is on his way to Candlekeep.

Before the two parted, Ai said goodbye to Arlando: "As a gift, I will give you three days of life." ”

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Within two years, Ai had heard of the reputation of Arlando, the prophet of Candlekeep, in many places.

It seemed like it was only a blink of an eye, and Ai was already preparing to go to Candlefort to see Arlando for the last time.

"I had a hunch that you would come. If you had been an hour or two earlier, you would have seen the Grim Reaper depart in a rage before me.

I did, but no one knew, and they thought I was going to die in three days. Arlando beckoned to Ai.

At this time, Arlando lived in a tower in the Candlecastle Abbey, and he dismissed his caretakers, and now he lives here alone.

"I don't think my life is worth mentioning to you." Arrando Road.

"It's really short, but you don't pursue longevity, why do you want so much life, don't you know that those who make predictions are short-lived."

"You have a point." Arlando smiled, not paying attention.

"A great being like you must think differently than we do." Over the years, the more Alan Duoyue prophesied, the more he felt that Ai was incredible.

It's obviously a figure who has lived for thousands of years, but it has no effect on his prophecy at all.

Arlando sees that the threads intertwined with Ai are infinitely stretched into an unknowable future.

"I'm glad you came to see me. I think we'll meet again. Arrando said.

"We'll talk about that then. Give me the manuscript. Ai held out his hand.

Arlando pulled out a carefully prepared scroll.

"I've got a backup in the Candlekeep, it's the manuscript." Arlando handed it over to Ai.

"I guess for you, this should be just a bit of a monument.

Of course, there may be other uses, but that's not something I can know. Arrando said.

"But no matter what, thank you, and your Lord." Arlando bowed to Ai and the puppy.

Three days later, Arlando died at Candlefort. The death of this world-famous prophet was a source of regret for all of Torrell, who had dedicated himself to using prophecy to help the masses resist natural and man-made disasters.

However, this has little to do with Ai, and only a few people Allando had seen a mysterious visitor before he died.

Many people speculated that he was the messenger of Safras, the god of prophecy, but the sacrifice of Safras denied this.

After seeing Arlando for the last time, Ai continued his travels.

Soon, she met another acquaintance in the depths of the Supreme Forest.

"Al Sander, what are you doing here?" Ai asked the old woman in a small village.

That's right, this old woman is the mortal body of the goddess of magic. She's a legendary warlock now.

"I found a very interesting kid here. I want to help him. Al Sander said as he basked in the sun.

"You mean your divinity? This body shouldn't last long. Ai asked.

"yes, it's really a great body. More than other churches, the Holy Spirit has the power to receive God's descent.

The direct battle does not fall behind, and it is more durable.

Without the use of divine powers, the range of movement far exceeds that of the oracle. To be honest, I've already liked this body a little. Al Sander sighed with emotion.

"So you're going to support 'Ilminster'? That's the name, right? Ai confirmed.

"Yes, I have to make the Goddess of Magic even more powerful in the mortal world.

You also know the situation of Suren and Sha'er, in the mortal world, Sha'er has absolute initiative, and I can't let Sha'er grow. Al Sander said.

"Speaking of you three, Su Lun should already be preparing for the next world.

Shar's words should have made a decision to develop in this world for a while longer.

And you haven't decided yet, have you? Ai asked.

A blue light appeared in Al Sander's eyes, and it was the goddess of magic herself.

"You even know that?!" Mithra was surprised.

"The Lord is omnipresent and omnipotent." Ai picked up the puppy.

"Whew~"

Mithra glanced at the puppy and didn't speak.

"In the position of the goddess of magic, it is easy to have strong divine power, but great divine power is hard to find. The God-King is about to appear, do you want to fight for it? Ai continued.