"I'll just accept that it's a game," Tarrant clenched his opponent and began to exert force, "No bets required." Chinese"

The believer nodded, and spat out word by word: "Very upright", the blood vessels in his arm burst out, and he used all his strength.

The clenched hands began to tremble slightly, and their faces quickly turned red.

Sandra stared nervously.

"Childish play", the elves' attention returns to the books.

Tarrant's four fingers seemed to be caught by iron tongs, and he could only increase the force again, and the moment he gritted his teeth, his left arm was in sharp pain, "Uh!" The brute force touched the wound that had just healed, and he let go of his hand.

"Do you have any injuries?" the believer apologized.

"I've recovered," Tarrant rubbed his flattened right hand, "I've lost." ”

"You didn't use all your strength," said the victor.

Tarrant shook his hand and waved away the pain, "I've used all my strength, the strength just now should have broken through the limit, I don't understand how you did it." ”

"He's a nasty man," the elf took a sip of tea.

"My dear, you shouldn't say that", the believer whispered, "because I defeated her in theory, and she is a rare vengeful who likes to hold grudges, you don't have to take her words to heart", he put away his bracers, "Paladin, you really don't need this thing, under the paladin's aura your strength has exceeded 18." ”

"Thank you for the affirmation," Tarrant looked around, "I wish I could have so many treasures." ”

"There will come a day," laughed the believer.

"Alright, I've got to go," Tarrant stepped out the door, time was tight, and there were other plans, "I'll keep that pleasant trip for me, goodbye." ”

Sandra politely waved to the two shopkeepers. "Goodbye. ”

The coachman closed the door for them, "My lord, where are we going now?"

"Dream Diamond," Tarrant looked at his right hand. How powerful is that guy?

"Are you going to see the jewelry?" asked Sandra softly.

"No, I go to the house on the back side of the diamond in my dream, where there is a prophet. ”

"Oh", Sandra bowed her head. Slightly disappointed.

The carriage quickly stopped in front of the prophet's house, the wooden door closed, and as last time, Tarrant pulled the halberd from the carriage. "Do you want to meet him together?"

"Uh-yes," Sandra jumped out of the car and looked in both directions, the street was unfamiliar to her.

Tarrant pushed the door open. "Prophet. Are you there?" it was still dark inside the hut, and his eyes had lost vision.

"Hello", a dull response, "How is your friend?" The broad cloak stood in the corner, holding a strange piece of woodwork, some kind of divination tool.

Tarrant placed the halberd on the table, "I remember you said you liked this thing. ”

The cloak turned. "Yes, I'm willing to exchange all the gold in this house, and I'm still willing. ”

"No", Tarrant choked, "it doesn't have any magic anymore, it's just an ordinary iron tool, for you", although Tarrant needs gold, but the obviously unfair trade gains will disgrace him.

The cloak didn't speak, just hung its head.

"This young lady may have something to ask," Tarrant looked at Sandra, "do you have any questions about the future?"

"I ...... I don't know", Sandra was nervous and nervous by the gloomy atmosphere inside the cabin.

The Prophet sat down, his right hand resting on the crystal ball, "You're a lot stronger. ”

"Huh?" Tarrant didn't understand what he meant.

"You've changed careers and you've improved a lot of fitness. ”

"Yes," Tarrant's quick assessment of the prophet was no longer surprising, "and now it's this lady who wants to ask questions." ”

"I seem to ...... There's nothing ......" Sandra hid her hands behind her back, her eyes taking her eyes off her cloak as much as possible.

"Well, I'll tell you what I can see," the soothsayer encircled Sandra, and a white mist rose inside the crystal ball, "a wedding." ”

"Wedding?" Tarrant applauded, "congratulations." ”

Sandra took a step forward, "Is it my wedding?"

"A lot of people, dresses, wine, people on their knees, don't ...... It's not a wedding, it's a proposal ball. ”

"Who is it?" Sandra was immediately intrigued, and she sat down across from the Prophet, the white mist of the crystal ball not seeing the lively scene described by the Prophet.

"A man with a salute flower, very handsome...... One with a ...... A long sword, a ......"

"Wait, wait," Tarrant interrupted, "watch your wording, just say it's a man with a sword and a gown, otherwise you'll think there's two." ”

"I'm sorry," the prophet nodded, "not two, it's three." ”

"Three?!" Sandra was both excited and a little flustered, "who are they?"

"Unsure", the prophet seems to explore in the fog "They are all handsome, and one of them is an officer...... A curly-haired aristocrat...... Knight...... The knight was also in the crowd. ”

"Me?!" Tarrant pointed to himself.

"Yes. ”

Tarrant shook his head, this was almost impossible, why did he attend Sandra's prom, "What am I doing there?"

"I'm just saying what I see", the soothsayer stops casting.

"Thank you very much", Sandra stood up and walked out the door, her expression stiff and seemingly frustrated.

Tarrant looked at her back, "She should be happy to have three people proposing, ordinary girls don't have that kind of opportunity." ”

"You're her hero," the prophet looked up slightly, the light in the doorway revealing his gray chin, "she wants you to be one of three." ”

"Ha, come on, she's a nobleman, I'm a wandering adventurer, we're not the same kind of people", Tarrant said goodbye to him, "See you next time." ”

"I'm sorry about your friend. ”

"I thought you'd hold a grudge against him and kick over your desk," Tarrant pointed to his shoulder, "maybe a cure will be found." ”

"Heal ......?" the soothsayer looked up slightly, "I foresee the end of her life. ”

Tarrant noticed something unusual, "Are you talking about Rex?"

"No, the mage you brought with you last time. ”

"Katrina?" Tarrant remembered the prophet's advice to stay away from the cemetery, but it happened anyway, and Catrina collapsed in the woods next to the cemetery, bleeding and crying, "Her life is not yet over." ”

The Prophet asked slowly, "She's still alive?" ”

"It's good to live, it's more beautiful than ever!" Tarrant was disgusted by the mage's unmistakable tone.

"Her future with life has stopped", the prophet calmly explained.

"You're wrong, she was once dead, but now alive. ”

The prophet did not answer.

"Goodbye", Tarrant didn't want Sandra to wait too long.

"My promise is still valid, you can take all the gold. ”

"No, my promise hasn't changed, for you. ”

"Noble knight, if you need help, I'm always on call. ”

Tarrant walked out the door and quickly turned back, "I just thought of one thing, maybe you can help me, play your strengths, and only you can help me." ”