Ian narrowed his eyes, and he looked extremely carefully at the eldest prince in front of him.

Carlos still showed a relaxed gesture, bowing his head slightly to Ian and spreading his arms to expose his well-developed chest, as if to say that Ian was welcome to look at him as he pleased.

Speaking of which, this imperial prince is indeed a person who does not match his appearance and acts quite freely and casually.

When Ian arrived at the door of the embassy from the Ember Mansion on the fourth floor of the World Tree Capital, Carlos was already waiting at the door, laughing and going out to greet the boy, and the warm hug undoubtedly made the Prophet a little startled - the other party was not a friend like Isengard and Anfa, and they were so enthusiastic when they first met, and they were either women or thieves!

And after that, Carlos did show his extraordinary speed. In just an instant, the eldest prince who was originally at the gate came to Ian, in line with his self-described speed like light..... But this pace has not come without warning.

Carlos's high-speed movement will bring considerable essentia fluctuations, and the longer the distance, the greater the essentia fluctuations.

Truly. Carlos was able to use his essentia to suppress changes in the air around him, or rather, to move like real light - but this movement was absolutely confined to the periphery of his body, and the clothing around him was already very reluctant.

Take a glass of juice from the counter and place it on the table without any waves..... Is this kind of thing possible? No.

Of course not.

Ian looked at the table, which was a fairly common Canaan-Moorish style tea table, with four pillars carved into four butterflies that were just beginning to emerge from their cocoons, and the table top was a crystal clear complex butterfly wing, the light of which flickered back and forth, in the eyes of a person, it was a dazzling river of scales, as dazzling as a real butterfly scale powder.

And the purple peach juice was placed there, motionless.

Light..... Motionless, not a little juice that has not yet risen.....

The boy was a little stunned, he saw through Carlos's method: "It's a trick."

Looking up, Ian whispered, but sure, "The juice has been here since the beginning. Your Highness Carlos, you didn't move from the beginning, you sat on the couch all the time, just straightening up a little - the juice was on the table from the beginning, you deceived my vision with the most exquisite light tricks, and sealed the taste of the juice with a sublimation technique that you may have prepared long ago."

"You've been dominating the conversation and letting my mind follow your topic, which has left me no time to perfectly observe the bottles on the table and the juice hidden in the light, and the use of high-speed movement to go out to greet me has also made me subconsciously assume that you will take the same approach to juice."

Saying this, he laughed, "You use light to obscure your vision, and you use a small amount of essentia to suppress the spread of flavor. Your Highness, you have been misleading, deceiving, from the moment we met, and it was an orchestrated trap that allowed my instincts and instincts to deceive myself into thinking I had received the right answer."

"But actually, you've never acted." Syllable. Syllable. Syllable.

Grand Prince Carlos looked at Ian with a look of surprise, and he slapped his palms vigorously, as if celebrating some of the most exciting events: "Yes! That's it!"

"Ian, worthy of you..... You really see through that. You know, when I first showed this little deception skill, I could even deceive the ordinary fourth energy level, but you can find it as the second energy level!"

"False praise."

Ian remained silent, and he said modestly, "Your Highness, you definitely didn't use all your strength to deal with me.... And I deliberately chose a butterfly wing table with a lot of light refraction, which is very reminiscent of the correct answer."

"Actually, as long as I don't use my psionic powers, I really can't spot the perfect trick of light deception."

"Haha, don't be modest, although the battle is all about hesitation and distraction in this moment, but if it's a battle, you can see through it at a glance."

Carlos shook the bottle in his hand, then took a sip and said cheerfully, "And

And, you kid, the subtext of the words is that as long as you turn on the prophetic psychic power, no one in this world can lie to you? Indeed, it is more than enough for the Prophet to see through this little trick."

"But. Little prophet, you still made a mistake." "Ian, do you see that?"

Saying this, the eldest prince's left hand was held in the air, and the purple peach juice that was originally placed on the table rose into the air and came to Ian's side: "Take a good look."

Ian frowned slightly, he took the purple peach juice, and then his body stiffened slightly. "This is not a purple peach.....

The moment Ian took the juice, the purple color that was originally full of glass faded in an instant, turning into a tender pink! The young man stared at the cup in his hand in amazement: "Peach juice?"

Raising his head, Ian almost gasped, "Now the price of juice has become one-ninetieth of the original price!" "What do you care about the price? I think peach juice tastes better than purple peaches, and my tongue doesn't turn purple."

Carlos shook his head and smiled in a standard eight-toothed smile, "It's enough to surprise me that you can see through the first point, and the second point, although it seems that I revoked the essentia and made the purple peach turn back into a peach, in fact, I feel that your essentia touches my essentia the moment it touches the cup—it's no coincidence."

"Although in the next moment, you shrank back, like a catfish that can't lose your hand, disguised as if you didn't notice it..... But I sensed it clearly, so I took the initiative to revoke essentia, put an end to this temptation, and declared your victory."

Facing Ian, who was still ignorant, Carlos kicked the table angrily: "Don't put on an innocent face, it's good-looking, it's easy to fool around, but it's useless to me."

He was getting up at the moment, but he was still lying on the couch: "Don't pretend. Mikael must have told you, right? Pretending to be too much, there is no doubt that you have the combat power to show advanced essentia control skills, fight against the special assassins of the Ten Kings Blood and even gain the upper hand, how can you retract? You'll definitely find out!"

"As long as it is discovered, then the camouflage of the contents of the bottle is meaningless."

"But I still didn't expect you to be able to notice something wrong with the juice the first time you picked up the bottle."

"It's kind of a vigilance."

Seeing that there was no way to hide from Carlos, Ian also changed his expression and said lightly, "A bottle that has been manipulated by a master fraudster for a long time, I want me to believe that what is inside is what I saw..... It's a little too hard."

"Besides, don't you see that I'm a prophet?" "Ian, it's not a difficult thing to do at all."

When Carlos heard this, he moved on the sofa, and he sighed and said, "Your sect, the Soul Cult or the Star Soul Sect, in short, is the emerging sect in Nanling, and the names of the prophets in it are all loud and clear."

"Moreover, as soon as I heard what you said, I knew that because of your background in Nanling, you lacked a little bit of high-level aristocratic common sense that was not a secret."

At this moment, the man with long white and blonde hair raised his brows and looked serious: "That is, no one, no liar or gambler, dares to call himself a prophet to deceive people."

"Even a psyker, even a psyker with the power of a prophet's prophecy, would not dare to claim the name of a prophet." "Because ....."

"The four Orthodox Christians will be the first to find out the true situation of this 'prophet' and share information with each other!"

After speaking, Carlos continued to show his standard, friendly smile, and he looked at Ian with a playful look on his face, "Well, you understand now, right?"

"Huaiguang didn't question you. Neither does the Order of Spiritual Machines."

"The Hall of All Souls has no reaction to this, the Netherworld Order has just sent a team to the Southridge - they have neither tied you up nor labeled the sect that claims to have a prophet as a 'cult..... Do you know what that means?"

Ian was silent, and the eldest prince continued to talk eloquently: "No reaction, that's the most

Big reaction"

"The four major Orthodox churches are silent, and the Huaiguang Church, which is theoretically the first to know, is your friend. Listen, Ian. It is impossible for a person to be neither an ordinary person nor a prophet after going through the examination of the four major Orthodox Christians. You have to be one of the two, and nothing else."

"So much information."

He gestured a sword finger with his finger and swiped it towards his neck: "Huaiguang is above, I don't want to see this, what else should I be the supreme commander of Jinghaiwei?" What other intelligence services do I control? I might as well fall headfirst into my younger brother's sword, lest I bring shame on the Settar family."

"It's possible..."

Although he had long since acquiesced, Ian took a sip of peach juice and still responded with interest, "It could be a prophetic artifact, isn't it?"

"A lot, indeed."

The Great Prince did not deny this possibility: "But if a prophetic curiosity can be used by the right person, then he is a prophet—do you think there are many people who can use the prophetic curiosity normally? That also requires corresponding talents, especially the perfect controller of a particular prophetic artifact, how many years can it take to find one, and they are not much more common than prophets, except that they are not prophets!"

"Oh?"

Ian rested his head lightly on the couch as he let the back of his head sink into the soft pterodactyl membrane in deep thought. The little girl of Ryan, one of the children of the Baron..... A little girl named Linda.

She can manipulate the Prophet's Relic'" The Skull. And she's an artificial psyker.

Obviously, it was the artificial psyker specially created by the Gnosis Institute to fit the Skull of the Moment..... They've mastered the art!

Prophets are difficult to man, or cannot be man-made, so try to create psionics that can use them based on the relics of the Prophets!

As long as you open your mind, the road is wide, and you don't be afraid of failure, there will be no consequences anyway, will you? It can also verify the experiment of artificial psykers.

In this instant, Ian understood the thoughts of those scholars of the Gnostic.... Despicable and vicious thinking. - What else is there to study in the Empire?

With that in mind, he took another sip of peach juice. "That's a trick."

At this moment, the Grand Prince of Carlos pointed to the juice cup in Ian's hand, and said with a smile and seriously: "No one will be deceived the second time, but as long as it is the first time, no one can guarantee that they can see through it, and they can deceive the technique of the sublimator's premonition."

"As long as they take for granted what is dangerous in the first place, they will not have a clear foreknowledge of its ascent, and at best there will be a vague uneasiness."

"But what higher ascendant doesn't live in a vague state of uneasiness? Who can live in this world with peace of mind? If you can do that, you can deceive the strong."

"Like it is now—Ian."

"Don't you realize that peach juice is actually poisonous?"

Saying this, the Imperial Prince was quite wicked, and smiled happily like a little boy who had succeeded in a prank, and he pointed to the peach juice cup in Ian's hand and smiled evilly: "That's the poison of the moonlight snake, colorless and tasteless, and the taste is similar to peach juice, although it may not be lethal to you, but it can make you paralyzed and lie on the sofa as comfortably as I am!"

"Oh? Is it ~that~?"

And Ian held the juice cup in his right hand, and he also showed a wicked smile like a little boy who had succeeded in mischief - the holder of the water fairy bloodline raised his left hand: "Your Highness, don't look down on people!"

What appeared in Ian's left hand was a small cloud of ice crystals..... It was the poison of the moonlight snake that was purified from the peach juice by the boy with his own body and crystallized in the palm of his hand!

Under the real surprised gaze of the Grand Prince Carlos, Ian threw up the toxin crystal, and fell back into his mouth, the young man crunched and chewed, and said with a smile: "I'm close to the alchemy master, and even the youngest alchemy master - as you said, if you don't know, it's okay, I'm vigilant, the purple peach and peach have already been discovered, how can it be that the poison can't be found?"

"What's more

Besides, the poison of the moonlight serpent..."

Ian swallowed the sweet poison crystals in his mouth, shrugged his shoulders and said, "The taste is very good, and it is also flavored by peach juice."

He was not poisoned in the slightest..... As Grand Prince Carlos said before, as long as you are prepared, the Ascension can deal with all attacks.

Whether it's light or poison .... It's all true. "Wonderful!"

The Grand Prince of Carlos exclaimed, and he even put down the bottle and gave Ian a gesture of admiration: "You are several times better than I thought - how many surprises are you going to bring?" You're such a treasure."

"You know, this seemingly simple serial deception has been hidden from the strongest person in the world!"

Speaking of this, his expression suddenly became a little sentimental: "That's how the first knight was back then..... Such a simple technique, as long as it is used when a strong person like him is relieved to soothe it, it can still be effective."