"What?" Tarrant quickly followed the mage, "You mean that the God of Wisdom doesn't exist at ......all? How do you know his name?"

"I have read such a record from a book, the elves in ancient times had the worship of the god of knowledge, and the profound knowledge of the gods created a glorious elf era, and the magic, faith, and society reached unprecedented prosperity, but there has never been a god in the history of the elves that matches this legend. ”

Tarrant was a little confused, "Does history also remember wrong? Which passage is more realistic?"

"The god was magnanimous and philanthropic and led the power of the elves for good, but he did not perceive the potential threat and was gradually replaced by another god, his temple was burned, his followers lost their faith, and finally, he and his people disappeared. ”

This passage is very close to Remo's account, and Tarrant said, "Since he created the glory of that period, how could the elves not have an evaluation?"

"In the history of elves, those feats were discovered and completed by the elves themselves, and there has never been that god. ”

Strange thing, only one of the two accounts is true, and Tarrant has seen the God of Wisdom and the Temple of Wisdom, which means that the above record is the truth, the elves have betrayed the former Lord God, "Someone has erased the history of the God of Knowledge!"

"Yes. ”

This is not something that can be done by one person, and Tarrant feels sorry for Reemo, and he also understands what the God of Wisdom has said: history is the expression of the consciousness of the victors, "Then the history we know is already a falsified image?"

"Yes. ”

"Who made this history?"

"I don't know that the mastermind wouldn't have exposed such a glaring loophole. ”

It is true that a person who has the ability to subvert the most powerful god would not make such a low-level mistake, but Tarrant still has a clue! That despicable god will gain the faith of the followers after overthrowing the god of wisdom, and she will become powerful, "Which god has been maximized after that?"

"There is no record, but now, none of the many gods have the absolute preponderance, and perhaps the mastermind has been lost to history, replaced by other gods. ”

"Hmm", this possibility cannot be ruled out, Tarrant thought, the truth can only be circulated in the form, maybe one day it will be completely lost by time, the sorrow of the race.

"When the elf spoke about the ripples just now, I was afraid that she would pronounce the name of the god of wisdom, and she might think that there was also a temple of the god of wisdom, and we were obliged to keep it a secret for him. ”

Tarrant nodded in admiration, he was negligent, "Fortunately with you, I didn't think about the safety of the Wisdom God at all. ”

"Hmph, learn to think about others," the mage looked up triumphantly.

"I've always thought about others," Tarrant innocently explained, "only occasionally slipping through the cracks." ”

"Really, which selfless paladin didn't come home for half a year for the sake of the spirit sucking monsters?"

"......" Tarrant buried his head, it was the craziest time, he barely thought about returning to Siant for half a year, but he had changed, after twenty-five days of darkness, he was convinced that the most important thing was her, looking back on the enthusiasm and impulsiveness at the beginning, Tarrant smiled helplessly, "I promise it won't happen again in the future." ”

"Don't be so sure," the mage couldn't help but smile, "where are we going now?"

"Docklands, Fire Emblem Inn, see what can be done. ”

"Are you really going to do some bounty mission?"

"I've got to find a way to make money, I'm going to starve to death. ”

"Hehe, are you going to fire Stewart?"

"Of course not, I've paid him enough salary", Tarrant has always made a clear distinction between home and personal expenses, and the last 2,000 gold coins he gave to the butler were enough for a few years.

Katrina turned around and walked backwards, hiding her hands behind her back and playfully said, "If you and Stuart are homeless, I'm always ready to welcome you." ”

"Miss, we're not down that far. ”

The mage chuckled, "I mean if." ”

"This way", in front of him is the dream diamond, and Tarrant turns into the alley on the side.

"Where is this going?" said Katrina, looking at the small space, where evil could happen at night.

"Go and visit the man who cursed me. ”

"Prophet?"

"Yes, he lives behind the Dream Diamond", Tarrant looked back at the mage, "He can't predict my future, but he can always predict yours, we're together, hehe." ”

"Well, I'd like to meet that monster too. ”

"That's just a person. ”

The two of them reached the Prophet's hut, the wooden door was closed, and Tarrant knocked on it.

"Come in, knight," the voice from inside the room.

"What an old voice," the mage whispered.

Tarrant pushed the door open, the cloak sitting on the carpet, the cluttered room the same as before, "Prophet." ”

"It's nice to see you're alive", the prophet bowed his head, as if he remembered the voice.

"Oh?" Tarrant stood at the table, carefully examining the furnishings in the room, there should be something unusual if the prophet was not human, but unfortunately, there were some ordinary daily necessities and spellcasting materials all around.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"You're a prophet, what else can I do with you?"

"You don't have a future. ”

"Hahaha," Tarrant sat down with his halberd leaning back on the table, "help my friend predict." ”

The Prophet lifted the brim of his hat slightly, revealing his chin slightly, "Please be seated," and he pointed to the carpet with his left hand.

Katrina was stunned for a moment, the hand exposed in the cloak was slightly black, like the hand of a miner in a coal mine, it was impossible for a normal person to have this kind of complexion, she sat down slowly with curiosity, her eyes stared at the cloak, and she couldn't see the face under the cloak.

"Put your hands here," the prophet pressed his hands to the side of the sphere.

Katrina raised her hands, and hoarfrost immediately rolled up in the sphere, and when the palm touched the sphere, the two white chains quickly connected.

"You used to stay in a closed place......", said the Prophet slowly, "you are good at learning......"

"Hey, you don't have to tell her past, let's test the future", Tarrant propped himself up on the table and quietly moved forward, the chin of the cloak was smooth, smooth...... It's not like human skin, it's a mask.

"Future...... One night...... Woods...... Silver ......" The hoarfrost in the sphere swirled thickly, and the white chain in the prophet's palm surged wildly, he suddenly withdrew his hand, and the hoarfrost, white chain, and white mist instantly subsided, and the table was just a transparent glass ball.

"What do you see?" Tarrant had a hunch that something was wrong again.

"A sparse wood, the moon obscured by black clouds, human figures. ”

Tarrant and Katrina looked at each other, the abstract words meaningless.

"Don't go near the tombstone," the prophet's hands tucked into his cloak, "this is my advice to you. ”