Chapter Forty-Nine: An Elusive Fate

In the corner of the Star Courtyard, Olaire's elegant and chic two-story building.

The evening wind rose and fell, and he playfully penetrated through the wooden window on the top floor, but accidentally disturbed the bamboo leaves and grass standing alone in the flowerpot by the window.

The tender green leaves swayed from side to side under the teasing of the evening breeze, looking ashamed. But he still swayed repeatedly in the evening breeze, but he still didn't answer silently, quietly bathing in the sweetness of the sunset.

On the top floor, in the faint crimson glow of the sunset, the two old men were silently contemplating the ancient game of chess on the chessboard.

"The child's seal is loose. ”

After half a ring, Olaire's hand frozen in mid-air finally fell, and the chess pieces in his hand "snapped" and placed them in the chessboard where the soldiers and horses were fighting.

Another golden-robed old man sitting opposite Olaire seemed to be deeply attracted by Oleer's unexpected move, and for a while, the golden-robed old man did not answer Oleer.

It wasn't until the old man in the golden robe thought about it for a long time that the old man said indifferently while falling: "After all, the seal is just a move to delay time, time is passing, we are getting old, and the seal will always loosen one day, it's just a matter of time sooner or later, don't care." ”

"Seeing how you are strategizing......" Olaire shook his head, "I wanted to punch you directly, but unfortunately I'm a magician." ”

"What if the seal is loose? I can't let that scoundrel and Lord Wald join forces to seal that kid again. Seeing that Olaire's beard was straight in anger, the golden-robed old man raised his head with a smile and pursed the corners of his mouth very mischievously.

Although the old man's old face in the golden robe was covered with the folds of time, his mischievous pouting lips and smiling eyes were as if they belonged to the old man, and there was no sense of disobedience at all, but they could make people lose their anger in an instant.

"If you can't help it, you can't say it's impossible, what's the use of saying so much useless nonsense. Ole landed again, but this time the sound of the pieces falling on the chessboard was louder, as if to show Oleer's anxious and angry mood.

"He asked you about the Moon Temple?" the golden-robed old man raised his shriveled and wrinkled eyelids, and his brow furrowed.

"Well, almost. Olaire nodded, "That abyssal miscellaneous design wants to kill Ning Meng's little girl, this is something I didn't expect, otherwise I wouldn't have let that stinky boy risk his life to save the little girl of the Ning family, and the stinky boy wouldn't have desperately released the dragon magic spell, so that kid wouldn't have accidentally learned the news of the dragon magician from the mouth of the abyss miscellaneous crumb." ”

Ole shook his head and sighed, "I really don't know how to answer that kid's question. Now, everything that I thought was expected has been disrupted, and it's the first time I've felt so powerless, old man. ”

"Even when you, a bastard, were caught up in the death of several major families, I didn't have the same confidence as I did at this time. Olaire rubbed the wrinkled lines between his brows vigorously, his voice getting deeper and deeper.

"In a lifetime of poverty, we will not be able to change in the end, isn't it still fate?" The old man in the golden robe smiled slightly, observing the chess game indifferently, carefully thinking about how to choose where to fall.

"I know you're in a hurry more than anyone else, but why are you pretending to be so-called?" Olaire's long beard curled up in anger, "If that stinky boy really goes looking for those stubborn old dryads, I don't think you're in a hurry?"

"The Tianyue Mountain Range is not under the protection of the human race, and besides, the abyssal fragment that was designed to kill is not dead yet, and may come back for revenge at any time!" A flame suddenly appeared in Oleel's hand, the flame was bright and hot, and the chess pieces in Oleer's palm were directly melted into ashes, scattered in the mischievous evening breeze.

"If it weren't for the old wounds, how could I have let that abyssal bastard survive in the world. The anger in Olaire's heart grew louder and louder, and the low roar of anger grew louder and louder.

"This is the result of your insistence on imprisoning fate. Regarding the flames of Ole's anger, the golden-robed old man wasted no time in quipping.

"It's a pity that you don't become a holy father!" Olelle curled his beard and glared at the golden-robed old man who was smiling heartlessly.

"Alas......" Hearing Aurel's words, the golden-robed old man shook his head for the first time and sighed, "I want to be a holy father, but those hypocritical liars want to kill me directly, how can they accept my false confession and let me bathe in the baptism of light?"

"Hmph!" Olaire snorted very briefly and sarcastically at the old man's words.

"Actually......" The old man in the golden robe dropped the chess piece that he had been thinking about for a long time, "You don't have to be too anxious and panicked, that scoundrel is not afraid, what are we afraid of?"

Ole's beard curled, "Can you compare to that scoundrel? Who has he been afraid of among the many races on the continent? Everyone is afraid of him......"

"Actually, I'm afraid...... You've fallen from the cliff you've climbed for decades again, and in this case, I'm afraid I won't be able to save you bastard anymore......" Olaire's expression darkened, rubbing the wrinkled lines between his brows vigorously, and his voice was vicissitudes and weak.

Perhaps, this is the perfect ending. The golden-robed old man smiled self-deprecatingly, "In this way, it can also prove whether my stubborn choice when I was young was right or wrong......

"Perhaps only one death can touch the truth of fate. The golden-robed old man looked at the chess game on the chessboard with a murderous atmosphere, and the sunset and dark shadows sprinkled between the chessboard and the chess pieces.

"What a bastard, madman, old madman!" Seeing that the old man in the golden robe was flickering with madness in his eyes at this moment, Ole couldn't understand the excitement and comfort of the madness in his heart, shook his head again and again, and scolded in a low voice.

"Let's play chess, we don't have much time to spare, don't waste this quiet evening. Seeing that Olaire still refused to put his mind back on the chess game, the old man in the golden robe persuaded him, "Since it is no longer possible to delay the rolling time wheel, we two old immortals can only enjoy the few hours with our hearts." ”

"Can't you meet that stinky boy?" Aurel squinted at the golden-robed old man's eyes, full of comfort, and there was no trace of anxiety or uneasiness in his eyes.

The golden-robed old man shook his head, "No." ”

Without waiting for Olaire to ask, the golden-robed old man continued: "More is better than less, fate has slipped through my fingers, and I can't add to the fog that plagues my mind. ”

"And if that stubborn boy were to see me, he would be even more unrelenting. The corners of the golden-robed old man's mouth twitched a few times, as if he and Olel were the same, and there was no way to take the person they talked about.

"That stinky boy can't put down the pipe you made for me, and I told him several times to give it back to me, but he pretended not to hear. After a moment of silence, Ole seemed to remember something interesting, and suddenly shook his head and laughed.

"This is very similar to Lao Ai. The golden-robed old man laughed when he heard this, "For alchemy, both of them have reached the realm of obsession and refusal to wake up. ”

"Do you have the face to talk about others?" Olaire raised his eyebrows and glanced at the golden-robed old man with great disdain.

"I'm not obsessed, I'm touching the truth and pursuing the true meaning of fate......"

"Shut your foul mouth full of flowers!

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The evening breeze is still jumping up and down in the room, the bamboo leaves and grasses placed on the window edge are also still attached to the almost fleeting sunset, and the chess game on the chessboard is still going on in the crisp sound of falling children.

However, in the blink of an eye, the sunset had already fallen to the horizon exhausted, and the clouds seemed to be silently rebuking the reluctance and regret in their hearts.

At the same time, two old voices echoed in the red glow that was about to burn out.

"He's getting closer and closer to the truth......"

"Yes, I don't know if that stubborn and disobedient stinky boy will do anything stupid after seeing the truth of the matter with his own eyes......"

"Let's see how fate arranges......"

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