The cuckoo's eyes were closed, and he muttered to himself with emotion: "Prophet, don't go, don't leave me!"

The prophet looked at her with a smile and gradually changed into the appearance of an old man, and stretched out his hand to point: "Son, wake up!"

Suddenly, in the cuckoo's mind, it seemed that someone had struck the bell, and she suddenly woke up, sweating profusely. The pain in her shoulder made her exhale in pain.

By the way, I was hit by an arrow and fell into the river, and the cuckoo looked back to check his injuries, and was surprised to find that his body was basically healed, except for the arrow wound on his shoulder. How could my injuries heal so quickly?

"Your wound is not fully healed yet, please rest well and don't move, otherwise it will hurt your muscles and bones. "An old man came from outside the room, and this old man was quite similar to the person he had seen in his dreams.

"Who are you?" asked the cuckoo, looking at him warily.

"Haha, don't be so nervous, kid, I'm a mage, you can call me Augustus, I'm the one who healed your injuries. The old man stroked his beard and smiled.

The cuckoo looked at his basic recovery body, which no one could treat so quickly, and believed him, and asked, "What about the things I have on me, where are they?"

"When the old man saw you, you only had a sword on you, you don't need it now, I will make my own decision to give the sword to your little friend to defend yourself. ”

"You gave Russell the sword, and he's in danger now?" asked Cuckoo, turning over to his shoulder, ignoring the pain in his shoulder.

Augustus showed a clear smile on his face, and with a hook of his staff, a glass of water floated from the table in the distance, and flew steadily into the cuckoo's hand, and said: "He is now in the game, but he is also voluntary, he has a kingly temperament, so he is now a combination of opportunities and risks, and luck cannot be manipulated by us." ”

Cuckoo was confused by his words, but he also understood Russell's situation, and couldn't help but be a little worried.

The old man watched as the cuckoo finished drinking the water, and asked her softly, "Were your parents killed by wicked people, and you were adopted again by a man who claimed to be a prophet?"

The cuckoo was shocked: "How do you know my background?"

The old man said slowly: "Because your adoptive father is a prophet, he is not from this world, and he is also an apprentice of mine. ”

He pointed to the door and said, "We are in the sky at this time, and there are one of the few space-time rifts in this continent, and your adoptive father may have traveled from here to come to this world. ”

The cuckoo was puzzled and asked, "Why are you asking me to tell me this?"

The old man pointed to the necklace around her neck with his staff and said, "I am here for a token." ”

The cuckoo noticed that the necklace around her neck that the Prophet had given her was radiating a purple glow as the staff approached.

The cuckoo picked up the necklace, and the original ploppy square necklace gradually shed its shell as the light shone on, revealing a star-shaped inner shell, set on the pedestal like a purple gemstone.

The cuckoo looked at her necklace intoxicated, she had never seen such a beautiful and transparent, bright and moving jewelry, which could make people fall into it at a glance and couldn't extricate themselves.

But reason was telling her that Augustus might not be just a sympathetic attack to save herself, and she restrained her desire to see the gem, stared at the old man and asked him, "What do you want to do?"

The old man asked her, "Don't you know that when the village where you were born was destroyed, so many children were murdered, but the prophet saved only one of you?"

Cuckoo had never thought of this question before, and she was silent.

Seeing this, the old man continued: "It's because you have a rare talent to become a mage, and you are a magic genius that is rare in a hundred years, but you were born in this world of lack of magic power, and no matter how talented you are, you are also a source of water and a tree without roots!"

"Your adoptive father, the Prophet, is called this name, because he is the forerunner, a great man who seeks a way out, and my proud disciple. By the way, what's wrong with him now?"

Hearing this, the cuckoo's nose was sour, and tears stretched out of his eyes and replied: "He was poisoned by his trusted subordinates who coveted power, although everyone pretended not to know, but they all knew it." ”

Hearing this, the old man sighed: "In this world, a mage without magic power is like a rootless duckweed, and anyone can murder him. ”

"You haven't stated your intentions yet. ”

Old man Augustus stood up and said to the cuckoo, "For the sake of many people, you need to come to my world. ”