Lin Qiu has always believed in the doctrine that there must be a road in front of the lane mountain, and once people reach an impasse, there will be unexpected events to break the stable pattern. Hiding beneath Theopharan's royal city, he tries to convince Alyssa and Phoenix that balance does not exist in either theater or real life.

Now, as if they were struggling to infiltrate the royal city of Theopheran, a sudden commotion would come to their aid.

Say, for example, an explosion.

"......"

"Boom-"

Before Phoenix's "bullshuffling" was over, a sudden explosion resounded throughout the night sky, seemingly coming from underground, and the guards on the city walls helped them determine the location of the explosion—Theopharan's dungeon, where Eric and the king were being held. The guards chose to go from the lower city to support the dungeon at the first time.

They didn't yet know what was going on there, but they knew that in addition to outsiders and kings, there were countless dangerous people holding up there who were waiting for trial because of their bloodthirsty desires.

"You're a prophet!?" said Phoenix, his mouth wide open, and it was a long time before he said that.

However, Lin Qiu's reaction was not at all compatible with the prophet, after the explosion, not only did he not show the calmness that predicted everything, but instead exaggeratedly hugged the back of his head with both hands, and defended himself under Alyssa's shocked gaze: "Don't look at me like that, this explosion was definitely not planned by me! I'm not a dangerous person who likes to use bombs!"

"I know. ”

Alyssa said lightly.

"Sure enough, you still trust me!"

"No, I know you weren't the only one who jumped when it exploded. Alyssa staggered and looked at Lin Qiu. The main reason why her face had been stiff was to hold back the strong smile in her heart—at that time, Lin Qiu was concentrating on giving her and Phoenix some drama laws, and then the sudden explosion scared him into jumping three feet high.

The dignified Knight of the Round Table was scared like this, and there was no one except Lin Qiu.

"You're wrong about Alyssa, I'm just a little tired from the leg squat just now, so move a little. Lin Qiu opened his eyes and explained nonsense.

"You're scared, you're definitely scared, aren't you? You are so timid!" Phoenix didn't miss any opportunity to taunt Lin Qiu.

"I just moved my legs!"

"You are...... Mr. Tyr-Cyleus, huh?" Leng Buding's voice sounded from behind Lin Qiu.

This time, when the voice sounded, Lin Qiu reacted as a knight of the round table, he moved behind a boulder in front of the city gate with lightning speed, and then popped out half of his head and stared at the young man Theopharan who sneaked out of the gap in the city gate.

The boy was extremely thin, and his limbs were as slender as bamboo poles.

"You're mistaken, I'm not Tyr-Cyrius, and I definitely didn't do the explosion. ”

"I know. The boy said.

"You believe me, too?"

"I saw you jumping in fright. The boy replied honestly.

Lin Qiu rolled up his sleeves, and Yermungad, who was hiding inside, was dizzy by him, he adjusted his expression and walked out casually, and asked, "What is the matter with me?" Who sent you?"

Based on his years of experience, the best way to do it right now is to divert the conversation as if nothing had happened. The upright young man Theopharan replied, "The prophet sent me to you, and she prophesied that you would come to solve our predicament, and I will take you to her now!"

......

Theopharan's prophet held a very high position. The prophet usually lived in a remote place far from the crowds, and only at certain times of the year did she go out of her hut to perform divination, and the prophet's great prophecy rarely deviated, and even the ruling class respected each prophet.

The Prophet's hut was filled with a variety of divination props, and when you pushed the door in, a strange fragrance came to your nose.

"Prophet, can you do some divination for me?"

At this moment, in the Prophet's hut, a rugged man paced back and forth a few steps, flipping the props of ox bones, sheep's heads, spices, and other props on the altar, and slapped them to the ground nonchalantly. Behind the men stood several masked men in black, with short knives, silver needles and other props hanging from their waists, and in the dim candlelight, the elderly prophet saw the black crow mark on their arms.

Crow Assassin.

"As far as I know, at the time of my birth, you performed a divination on me, but after that, my father ordered the news to be blocked. Now that my father has died, and the person who witnessed the prophecy has either gone crazy or disappeared inexplicably, you are the only one who knows...... So, what did you see in the divination at that time?"

The Prophet glared at Goeben fiercely, but did not reply.

Her limbs were tied to a chair and she couldn't move.

"I'm here to give you a chance to live, don't waste this opportunity. ”

"Despise the prophets, and sooner or later you will be condemned by Theopheran's ancestors!"

"The answer is incorrect. ”

Goeben bent down and placed his demon-patterned arm at the Prophet's feet, his index finger bent forward, and a tiny crack began between his fingers and slowly spread to the Prophet's legs: "Rest assured, you will not die instantly, this crack will slowly climb up your body, it will slowly eat away at your life force, turning you into a stone sculpture, and you will have the privilege of witnessing this process - now, I ask you one last time, what do you see from the divination?"

"I saw you die miserably by someone else's sword!" said the Prophet, spitting viciously on Goebben's face.

"You've lost your last chance. ”

Goeben calmly wiped the spit from his face, and he turned to say, "Prophecy sometimes goes wrong, doesn't it? It seems that you are not as clever as it is rumored—as a prophet, why can't you even predict that you are dying?"

Goebon had intended to witness the rift devour the aged Prophet until a crow assassin slowly rising from the ground came to his side and whispered something in his ear. When he heard the report, Goburn's face sank, he stared at the prophet coldly, and said to his subordinates behind him: "You two wait here, and after making sure that this old woman is dead, you will set this place on fire." ”

"Goburn, you will be punished!" the Prophet snapped.

The rift had crept up her legs.

"As you can see, I'm just trying to make some reforms—the first of which is that Theophalan doesn't need a prophet anymore. ”

"Your Majesty, I have heard that the Prophet also has an apprentice. ”

Before Goeben left, the Crow Assassin who remained here suddenly spoke.

"Then even her apprentice was killed. ”