"Mother-in-law, what are you still doing in a daze?" As soon as Lin Qiu landed, he heard Miria's hurried voice. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The doors are connected in a strange position, just behind the hut, so the conversation between the two is clearly recognizable.

At this moment, the sky is dark, but there is silence in the "Snow Wolf Village", which is very different from the noise in the early morning. In the distance, adventurers with torches can be seen driving away from the village.

"The adventurers are all waiting for you, this is already the last group of people!" Seeing that the old man on the soft couch was indifferent to her words, Miria couldn't help but raise her voice.

"Let them go. ”

The Prophet said to her, still keeping his eyes closed.

At noon, she told the village chief of Garde about the divination, and at the call of the village chief, the villagers sorted out their belongings in an orderly manner, drove to a temporary shelter near the village, and with the help of Elisa, successfully cleared the road for them.

Now the last convoy is stationed at the entrance of the village.

"What are you talking about, mother-in-law, do you want the power of the prophet to be broken?"

If a previous prophet dies before passing on his power to his successor through rituals, the power of the prophet will disappear - a precept left by the ancestors, and only the art of wolf harness and prophecy can work together to protect the entire village from the threat of monsters.

Although Miria didn't want to stay in the village at all, she didn't want it to be destroyed.

"Don't you want to leave the village all the time? This is your best chance. The Prophet's eyes narrowed a slit.

The power of the prophet was broken, and even if the village was preserved, there was no reason for the villagers to bind Miria to the land again.

"I can relate to your feelings, Miria. ”

The Prophet descended from the soft slab and walked slowly to the wooden frame where a scepter was kept. The scepter is a symbol of each generation of prophets, and it was made by the first prophets and has been passed down to this day. Everyone believed that it had special powers, that it was the source of the power of the Prophets, but only the Prophets of the past knew that it was nothing more than a scepter with a slightly more elaborate workmanship.

Its only use is to serve as a source of faith for the villagers, who are convinced that the Snow Wolf Village will not be destroyed as long as the Prophet exists.

For the people of Snow Wolf Village, it was a blessing from the first prophets, but for the prophets it was a curse - as long as the scepter existed for one day, their tragedy would be reincarnated forever. Miria is now exactly like herself before she became a prophet, a puppet bound by faith to this land.

The difference is that this custom has passed down to her generation, and it is finally possible to change.

Alyssa promised her that if the Snow Wolf Village was destroyed, she would take the villagers to the imperial capital.

"But the identity of a prophet is far more difficult than you think, and you think that the bearer can be called a prophet......?"

Miria subconsciously took it.

The scepter was much lighter than she had imagined, and the handle of the scepter was cold, which did not match the legendary description of "warm as jade".

Seeing Miria's expression of disappointment and doubt, the Prophet suddenly laughed, "The inheritance has been completed, so you can leave with peace of mind, right?"

"Liar...... Liar!"

According to village custom, the prophet is passed on to his successor through a scepter that lasts for a day and a night, and at the end of the ceremony, the prophet dies of exhaustion.

The Prophet's approach completely turned Miria's perception upside down.

This is the truth of the lineage of prophets. ”

No one is allowed to disturb the ritual while it is being passed on - this is also an iron rule in the village.

Only in this way can this centuries-old lie be maintained.

"You already have what it takes to become a prophet, and now the lineage ceremony is complete. However, you are still far from a true prophet, and you will not be worthy of this heavy title until you truly understand the meaning of a prophet one day...... And until then, you're only a little bit of a little bit of a prophetic imp!"

Miria's mind went blank, and she was pushed out of the house by the old man in a daze. By the time she came to her senses, the Prophet had closed the door.

"There's no time, Miria. Durota, who was waiting outside the door, took her hand.

Miria stared at the scepter in her hand, letting the other man pull her to run towards the adventurer's camp at the entrance of the village.

He probably heard the conversation in the house, and knew that the Prophet was determined to stay in the village. However, the catastrophe in the divination was imminent, and the adventurers could leave at any time, and they had no time to persuade the stubborn old man.

The prophet leaned at the window and watched the two men go away.

"He who forsakes everything he has and carries his whole village on his back is called a prophet...... Mother-in-law, that's probably what you mean. ”

A familiar voice suddenly sounded outside the window.

"I'm still wondering how long you're going to hide. The old man neither affirmed nor denied, but the action of closing the window stopped.

"Can I even predict it if I eavesdropped?" Lin Qiu was amazed, this kind of unpredictable prophetic ability is probably the same as that of the Holy Maiden: "Wouldn't it be a pity if such a rare ability was broken?"

"If the 'Snow Wolf Village' ceases to exist, the identity of the prophet will be meaningless...... What's more, didn't there be a more competent 'prophet' in the imperial capital—that one was the guardian who could both predict and solve disasters. ”

The two were silent for a long time.

"If you don't keep up with the team, it's too late. The prophet reminded Lin Qiu.

The adventurers at the entrance of the village saw Durota and Miria running towards them, and they rose from the campfire, and the leader shouted, and the rest of the people packed their bags and followed.

“...... It seems that you are not good at teaching children, and if you don't tell the truth, you will forget it all in a few days. ”

The Prophet followed his words and said, "Then please." ”

In fact, as long as they were integrated into the imperial capital, there was no need for the Prophet to exist. Whether or not Miria understood her words was no longer important, so she didn't need to say much, let alone put the burden of the prophet on Miria.

"It's too troublesome, you should tell her this kind of truth yourself. ”

Lin Qiu refused the other party without hesitation: "I did get the reward, so now it's time to fulfill the promise." ”

The Prophet was stunned for a moment before he said, "I suggest that you run away, that person is not something you can fight against." ”

"Huh?" Lin Qiu rolled up his sleeves and straightened the deep sea around his waist, and the scoring power in his body boiled at this moment.

He pretended to be puzzled and denied: "Don't be sentimental, I'm just going to get the shovel that fell at the village chief's house." ”

With that, he walked down the hill without looking back.

- "If the knight who is traveling with me comes, you will tell her so." ”