Even though Attath had become a very different world much later, when the Psychic Warlock recalled the experience of the day, a qiē still seemed to come to life, unfaded.

Muhadi carefully put away the coral necklace and hid it close to his body. Then, he looked closely at Satili, who was still a child, and at this time she had not yet become the formidable Coral Witch of the future, but she already had a temperament that was hard to ignore.

Compared with the dazzling and brilliant legendary female mage in adulthood, she is much shorter and lighter than her future self. Her big azure eyes weren't as big as he remembered, so blue.

She was very close to him, her smile did not change, and the gold was as supple and beautiful as ever, hidden under the turban like shining water, revealing only a little. She wore a plain white linen robe that obscured her figure - perhaps that was why Muhadi mistook her for a boy.

The footsteps of the Templars could still be heard, and they had not gone far away, but were still patrolling around to catch people who did not like their eyes. The Slave Bazaar is a lawless area, and violence is rife, so there are a lot of people stationed nearby.

"Their hunt may go on for several hourglasses," said little Sadiri with a maturity and intelligence that was not of her age, as if reading through the mind of a telemancer. "We can talk. She blinked. "Unless you like to be in the dark all the time, and say no. ”

"You're familiar with this place," Muhati shrugged. "This doesn't look like a place for a little girl, is it?"

"I haven't gotten acquainted enough with Cheng Dù, who knows everyone here. She looked at Muhadi in the dark, as if to say with her eyes that you are the one I have never met. "Besides, it doesn't look like a place for the Witch King's VIPs, is it?"

The Coral Witch that Muhathir knew, in his psionic synaesthesia, was as brilliant as the sun, making it impossible to look at it directly. Now, for the first time in little Satili, who was still a child, he felt this impressive trait.

"Each other, each other. Muhati lowered his voice as he spoke, he didn't want to bring the Templars in. "Let's just keep a little secret. ”

Little Sadiri smiled, "I'd rather we each share our secrets." ”

Before the psychic could object, the little girl spoke, as if afraid that Muhathir would refuse. "I dressed as a boy because it was less likely to cause trouble. She didn't say what kind of trouble it was, but the psychic thought of it.

"If you're afraid of trouble, why are you still in such a dangerous place?"

"My sister and I were separated in such a slave market. Little Satili said calmly, smiling no more. "If she comes back here as often as I do, maybe I'll meet her again. ”

The Coral Witch had never met her lost sister again, and Muhadi was from the future and knew this, so he was speechless at the moment.

"Sue me," little Sadiri looked at Muhadi, her expression barely daring to face the Psychic Warlock. "Is life always so hard? or is it only when you're young?"

Mohamadi could hardly believe that it was a five or six-year-old girl's words, "always. He was silent for a moment and replied.

"I told me my secret," said little Sadiri, with her previous cheerful expression. "It's your turn. ”

Seeing the psychic sorcerer's hesitation, the little girl was upset, "Don't you even want to make up a fake name?" ”

"Historians. Muhadi said without thinking. As the old saying goes, a prophet is just a historian of the opposite. If you say that, you can't lie to her.

"You don't look like a scholar," Satili looked the Psychic Warlock up and down. "But I haven't seen many scholars, so I'll just think of you. Why did the Witch King invite you to his palace, and why did you come to the slave bazaar to make trouble?"

"I was arrested, not invited. Muhadi clarified the difference. "Mess with the witch king, and prove one of my own theories. ”

"So you're risking your life just to prove a theory?" said the little girl with a smile. "Now I really have some faith that you're a scholar. ”

"It would be more appropriate to say that he is a prisoner. ”

"You're going to run away from here?" said little Satili in a big circle, referring to the entire city of Tyre, and escaping from Tyre was barely out of Karak's sphere of influence.

"It's not just here. Muhadi replied. I'm going to run away from this era, he thought to himself, I'm going to run back to my original timeline. Even venturing to the Salt Sea is better than risking the paradox of time at all times.

"You're going to run away. Little Sadiri emphasized the word escape, "Then we won't see each other again? ”

She wanted to see herself more? Muhati wondered, what was going on?, "We'll meet later." I'm sure of that. ”

"Can you guarantee it?" the little girl asked.

"I'm more than promised. Muhadi solemnly swore an oath.

"Hmm!" little Satili nodded heavily. "I promise that the next time we meet, I'll be a powerful mage. She pressed her hand to the thick magic book with a black leather cover, metal buckles and silver filigree lettering, and said solemnly.

Then, when the Templars' footsteps were gone, the two men came out of hiding, exchanged respects, and parted ways. She would return to the mansion of the owner of the gladiatorial arena, where she would soon meet and become an apprentice of Master Cotander. A few years later, she grew into a deviant Guardian mage, wielding powers rivaled that of the Witch King, and eventually single-handedly led the first revolution that Atas had not had in millennia.

And he was going back to the Witch King's palace to hide his whereabouts under the disciple of Rajat, who was the best at prophetic magic.

Karak was no longer in the palace at this time, not even in Tyre. He went out hunting, at least that's what he claimed. There is not a harmonious atmosphere between the witch kings of Atas, and there are endless open and secret fights, and Muhadi is not clear about these high-level things, and he is too lazy to pay attention to them.

That night he slept alone in a dark dormitory, his psionic energy made him feel the vivid pulsation of hundreds of thousands of souls throughout the city. Today, I planted the seeds of a riot, he thought. In the future, how many people will die because of my simple act?

I'm afraid there are thousands of people, Mohamadi thought. He didn't personally experience the Tyre Revolution, but he heard about it from many sources. No matter how noble and idealistic Sadiri is, she will not be able to fully control the monster of revolution. Freedom, how many sins are done in the name of you.

The Coral Witch is a rare genius in the world, and there may not be one person in tens of thousands of years. In the future, people will call her an eternal hero. Even if she doesn't meet Muhadi, she may not be able to overthrow the tyranny of the Witch King, after all, she is the kind of person who makes the impossible possible.

Thinking about it didn't make Muhathir feel better. Unlike failing to stop the Witch King's killing, this time he almost signed the death sentences of countless people with his own hands. It seems that Karak is right, after all, he still has some conscience. There are some things he has to do, but that doesn't mean he will enjoy doing them.

Since coming to the world of Attas, there has been only one thing Muhadi has done most often, and that is to be indifferent. Compared to the earth, this is a world that is too harsh and cruel, and if you still maintain the sensitivity of ordinary people, you can't live at all. Now that he has not been completely assimilated into this world, he is still a good person, which makes him a little relieved.

If Lyra knew what I was thinking at the moment, Muhadi guessed, probably only to say that the Psychic Warlock was not even a human, what kind of good guy was a bad guy?

Speaking of Lyra, Muhati suddenly remembered that Lyra was more than 800 years old, and she should be at this time period. Do you want to find a way to get in touch with your master, or more directly, go to the Attath Psychic Warlock, the Thousand Souls who are said to rival the Witch King?

In a state of thought, al-Muhathir fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, he woke up late. The Witch King Karak had already returned from the hunt, and when he returned, he immediately inspected the slave bazaar after the riot. Seeing the scene in front of him, his expression was distorted by anger and suspicion. The Templars stammered and explained to him that the riot was most likely caused by the mages of the Masked Alliance's Guardians, or by spies of rival city-states. The Witch King was dismissive of these words. He executed the Templar on the spot, and then ordered the deceased's second-in-command to take his place.

Karaq did not blame Muhathir for the sabotage, at least not explicitly. He sent a clerk to fetch the scroll and read it out in public, "A strange commotion will arise, and it will not be known who is responsible for it." The account is similarly confusing.

Karak's prophecy has never been, and will never be wrong. So since it is written on the scroll that it is impossible to find out who is the mastermind, it is really impossible to find out who is the mastermind. Muhati was satisfied that he had actually fooled a prophecy, but the Witch King was not satisfied. He decided that since he couldn't find out who was responsible, everyone was responsible. The derelict Templars, soldiers, slaves and merchants who participated in the riots were burned to the death.

The whole of Tyre could smell the aftermath of Muhadi's "small destruction", and the terrible stench persisted in the heat of the climate and the almost still air.

Karak seemed to have an insight into Muhadi's movements, and one day, he approached the telemancer. The royal horse team followed him like a shadow, so far away, Muhati knew that the witch king had arrived by the sound of the horse's hooves.

"Ah, little friend. Karak shouted to Muhadi from a long distance, riding on his horse. "I almost forgot about it, I have a gift for you. ”

"Gifts?"

"A gem for my hospitality. The Witch King threw over a package of oilcloth and rubbed his hands together.

Muhadi vigilantly picked up the package and nimbly untied the knots on it. It really is a beautiful gem inside, accompanied by the ears that once carried it. The owner of the ear, the Psychic Warlock, remembers that it was the merchant he had implanted the deep hints to lure the Bazaar into rioting.

For a moment, the psychic warlock felt that his every qiē had been seen through by the other party.

The Witch King's face on his horse was as gloomy as he had every time he had killed someone. "You shouldn't have deceived my kindness, psychic mancer. ”

"Isn't my actions recorded in the scroll?" Muhati asked rhetorically. "What's wrong with following a trajectory that's been set?"

The Witch King laughed and applauded: "Ah, wonderful counterattack! You have already understood that our fate has long been sealed, and we have made great progress." He clapped his hands again, and the soldiers escorted the Templar leader, who had been on an errand in the slave bazaar on the day of the riot. His genitals were tied with rope, and the other end was cleverly tied to the saddle of a white horse.

The rider skillfully made the spectators happy for an hourglass, but then, the white horse's reaction was too fierce to end with a qiē.

"As I said before," Karaq replied to Muhadi's earlier question as he watched the poor man struggle. "A qiē is all fate, and even my response is too. ”

When the Templar finally died, the Witch King ordered his body to be buried in his garden, and then rode away, with the royal horse team sailing away with him.

The Witch King's garden is home to twelve pavilions, each of which is adorned with elaborate tiles and decorations. Marble was brought from the elven ruins of the Teal Age, and carpenters made ornate inlays from olive trees, and the walls were carved with the exploits of the Witch King. The mosaics laid out in the twelve pavilions, each more astonishingly beautiful than the last, are filled with the corpses of people who died in the moodiness of the witch king. The Palace of Tyre is truly magnificent.

On this very day, al-Muhathir decided that he would try to escape from Tyre again.

He had no doubt that the Witch King would prophesy his escape. But after what had happened before, he had come to understand that prophecy could not be wrong, but it had also bound Karak himself. Just as the scroll previously states that "a strange commotion will arise, and it is impossible to find out who is responsible for it", why can't the next entry on the scroll be "The Psychic Warlock has successfully escaped from Tyre, and no one can stop it"?

Qalak tried to bind me with his prophecy, and Muhadi thought, then I would use the prophecy against myself in turn.

The psychic thought for a moment, believing that his understanding might be correct, and that it was indeed possible for him to escape from Tyr. But there was one thing he didn't know what to do. Muhadi knew what the last item on the scroll was, and Karak had read to him, and the telemancer would give in and tell the Witch King of the dangers to come.

The Witch King's prophecy is never wrong, so this last one is bound to come true. If I do give in the end, Mohamadi thought, then what's the point of escaping Tyre now?

On the other hand, if I had really told Karak about the dangers ahead, he would have snuffed out the bud of the revolution before it appeared. Muhati thought that then slavery would not be overthrown, and he was still a war slave in the Scorpio tribe. There will be no adventure across the Salt Sea, and he will not pass through the space-time gate to warn the Witch King of the dangers ahead. Isn't that a paradox?

"Keep your faith, and faith will help you succeed. "The future self left such an inexplicable sentence to himself, is this just to encourage himself not to lose confidence, or is there something else?

Take one step at a time, finally, the Psychic Warlock concluded.

Jaya is dead, so there is no way to use the last method to connect with the great merchant Fuwad ibn Abbas. However, this is not difficult for psychic magicians, and merchants are not incognito, so it is not difficult to find. As for how to meet secretly, Muhadi plans to use his spirit crystal servant.

The psychic sorcerer has mastered the whereabouts of the more famous merchants in Tyre. Luckily, there was a gathering of the trading families these days. The meeting was mixed and the garrison was relatively lax. What's more, doing business is indispensable for intrigue and secret meetings, so even if Fovard mysteriously disappears for a while, people will only talk about business with him.

Muhadi was able to move through Tyre without hindrance, and the Templars would not stop him, so he easily made his way to the assembly hall early. Due to his delicate status, the organizers of the rally did not know what to do with this "guest of honor of the witch king", so they could only greet him while praying that the plague god would leave quickly.

The Psychic Warlock didn't linger long here, he drank a few glasses of Nightshade Water and left. However, when he left, he hid his spirit crystal servant in the venue.

When the rally officially began, Muhadi Tong Guò's hidden spirit crystal servant showed his abilities and quickly contacted the big businessmen present. Fowad was chatting and laughing with another business tycoon, and when he heard Muhadi's summons, his expression did not change at all, and he still discussed with the other party as if nothing had happened, and then took the spirit crystal servant without attracting attention, and entered a secret room where the detection method was isolated to negotiate the contract.

"O chief of the faithful," said the pious voice of the great merchant into the mind of the Psychic Warlock. "What command do you need your humble servant Fovard to do on your behalf?"

"I need to leave Tyre. "The shorter the time, the less likely it is to leak, so Mohathir chose to make a long story short. "I need to make some arrangements for that. ”

"What is that, noble lord. Fovard asked urgently.

"First, mounts, food, and water. Muhathir said. "I wouldn't have survived much in the desert without that, especially considering that I might have to hide. ”

"Secondly, I need to stall. The later I let people go, the better, and the busier the Templars are with other things, the better. The Psychic continued.

"But what about the Witch King? Fovard's tone was a little embarrassed. "I don't know how to hide from Karak. ”

"Don't worry," Muhathir said, trying to make his voice as calm and confident as possible. "There are many Witch Kings in Atas, many of whom are enemies of Karak. There is always a time when he will go out of the city to deal with and settle disputes with other witch kings, and then there will be an opportunity. ”

One of the benefits of piety is that believers don't have any doubts about their decisions. Although the task assigned by Muhadi was extremely difficult, Fowad still obeyed the command without any additional thoughts.

"One more thing. Muhadi suddenly remembered something and instructed the great businessman. "You'll meet me again in the future, in Baidel, will I tell you this in the future?"

The merchant replied in the affirmative, but said that Muhati in the future only said that he would meet him again at that time and did not arrange what he would do.

That's right, "When we meet again, you have to say to me sa1aama1aika." The psychic warlock commanded the other party. "As a code, so that I can trust you at that time. ”

"What does it mean?" said the big businessman, puzzled.

"A language that only I understand. ”

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