Not far from the center of the city, there is a courtyard.

And the prophet as they are called is in this courtyard, and this is where he lives.

At the gate, a soldier can be seen guarding the gates.

The soldier's clothes and weapons were clearly those of the city's guards.

These soldiers have a very low armor rate, with only a plate in the center of their chest. Even if it is guarding the door of the prophet, it should be a relatively important position, and it is still the same.

Kane and the others followed Umberto's back towards the compound.

He seemed familiar with the city.

When Umberto appeared and walked straight towards the courtyard, the soldier standing in the doorway kept his eyes on it.

"Stop!"

The spear he held in his hand was slightly slanted, and his eyes were fixed on Umberto, who was walking by, and he scolded loudly.

Seeing Umberto standing in place, without any intention of taking another step forward, he asked, "This is the residence of the Prophet, and you cannot enter and leave at will without notice, who are you?" ”

"My name is Umberto, and I'm a doctor." As he spoke, he bent down and bowed.

Then, with a smile, he said to the soldier in front of him, "I have come to the prophet to know something. ”

"Wait a minute, I'll let you know."

After saying that, he stared at Umberto, turned to the door, said something to one of the people inside, and then waited outside the door.

Umberto was not impatient either, and stood quietly in place.

Kane and the others were standing around like this, and Kane thought the soldier was going to drive Umberto away.

"Do you feel anything?" Claire looked at the courtyard in front of her and asked Kane without looking back.

Kane nodded, pointing to Umberto in front of them, "There is someone who should be able to control the magic in his body like him." It should be the prophet they say, the strength is not very good, it should be that the bronze level is not more than the silver level. ”

Hearing Kane's words, Claire nodded, touched the sideburns in her ear, and asked with some confusion.

"If you are so weak, do you really have the ability to become a prophet?"

Those who can predict also have a certain amount of strength, and in any case, it doesn't seem like something that the bronze level can do.

With a Bronze-level physique and magic, can you really do such a thing as predicting the future?

"Who knows, it's not impossible if the people of this world can do such a thing at a weak level."

"That's right."

After all, there are differences in every world, it just depends on where and how big these differences are.

While they were chatting, the person who had gone in to report had returned.

A few words were spoken in the soldier's ear before the soldier came over and stared at Umberto.

"Alright, you can go in now."

"Thank you."

Umberto nodded, then walked through the open gate into the courtyard.

Kane and the others followed, and they also walked in.

The courtyard in front of you is enclosed by a fence of about two meters, the ground is paved with turquoise lawn, and you can see a flower house in the corner not far away.

At the back of the courtyard you can see a three-story building, which is made of white marble, and the appearance is naturally better than most of the buildings in the city.

Obviously, this is also more in line with the prophet's profession, which is very noble when you hear the title.

You can see a mower with a short pair of scissors, mruning something on the lawn and in the flower room.

Maids can be seen coming and going in the building.

A middle-aged man stood at the doorway of the building, dressed neatly and neatly.

Looking at Umberto, he walked up.

"Hello guest, please come with me."

With that, he turned to lead the way, and without saying much, Umberto followed the man and walked towards the building.

The whole building is not complicated, and when you open the door, there is a hall.

Then the middle-aged man took them from the staircase next to them to the second floor, and pushed open a small solid wood door, and inside was a relatively spacious living room.

On the couch in the hall, an old man who looked about 50 years old sat quietly.

His clothes were simple and luxurious.

Hearing the voice, he raised his head, although his face was a little old, his eyes were not cloudy, and he looked very energetic.

At first glance, it makes people think that he is very healthy.

"It should be him." Kane said from the side.

The magic in the old man's body was calm, but it was not dead.

He looked at Umberto, as if he knew him, and pointed to the couch next to him.

"Sit."

Umberto was not polite, walked over directly and sat on the sofa.

The old man stared, and the middle-aged man standing next to him said, "You can go out too, close the door." ”

The middle-aged man nodded and saluted, then pushed out the parlor and closed the door from the outside.

At this time, the whole living room seemed relatively quiet.

"I've heard your rumors, Spiritual Doctor, right?"

The old man, who was suspected of being a prophet, said suddenly.

Umberto stared at the old man with a strange expression, but he still said in a calm tone, "It's just a little vain." ”

"Why did you come here to find me, no one should have invited you over, and no one was sick here."

Hearing the old man's words, Umberto stared at him, then shook his head: "No, someone is sick, and very sick. ”

"Hahahaha......" The old man looked at Umberto's eyes and suddenly laughed.

"You don't mean to say that I'm sick, are you? Ahem, ahem! ”

Perhaps it was because he was talking too excitedly, causing the old man to cough suddenly, and coughed for a while before relieving himself.

Claire, who was next to her, whispered in Kane's ear, "Do you see anything wrong with this old man?" ”

Kane shook his head, "I look pretty healthy. ”

"It's just that the health is not normal." Mezik said suddenly.

Kane and Claire are not healers and don't know much about it.

So they didn't understand much of what Mezik meant, because in their eyes they looked at the old man was very healthy.

As for what kind of life the old man should be in at this time, they don't know.

"We've seen it before, and I should have told you at the time, be careful to use your power to balance with the spirit, otherwise you will invite disaster."

Umberto said as he stared at the old man in front of him.

Hearing his words, the old man turned to stare at him deadly: "I thought I was wrong, for so many years, you still maintain such a young appearance, without the slightest change, it's really enviable." ”

"Hoo ......"

Taking a deep breath, Umberto slowly exhaled a cloud of mist from his mouth.

The mist turned into thin threads and wrapped around the old man's hand.

Then the thin thread was pulled twice, and the old man's hand was slightly raised.

All this old man did not try to stop it.

"You're about to merge with him, you're about to fall into the other side."

"You!"

The old man suddenly wanted to say something, but his eyes began to flow with silver liquid.

The magic in his body also began to boil, and the magic in his body was flowing.

That is, in the eyes of outsiders, the old man is disappearing from front of them.

The silvery liquid flowed down his eye sockets.

The neck, chest, and crotch flow all the way down the legs to the instep of the feet.

Then two pieces of silver liquid began to wrap around his body, swimming in all directions.

And the old man's eyes also regained their brilliance.

"Who are you?"

He regained his vision, and the first thing he saw was Kane and the others looking around in the living room.

"Come ......"

He wanted to continue, but to his horror he found that his mouth was sealed.

"Don't be startled, be quiet." Kane stared at the old man in front of him and said slowly.

Looking at Kane's eyes, the old man nodded hurriedly.

Obviously, these people in front of him are beings that he can't afford to provoke at all.

Just standing in front of them suffocated him, and restless the spirit in him.

Only then did Kane wave his hand, and the old man realized that his mouth could speak again.

Umberto was beside him, still calmly staring at the old man and said, "You have begun to lose control of the spirit in your body, and now you will fall to the other side from time to time, until you finally completely disappear in the eyes of people and become a real spirit." ”

With that, he crossed his hands against his chin and stared at the eyes of the old man in front of him with calm eyes.

"That's what you want?"

At this time, the old man was very deflated, and he collapsed weakly on the sofa.

The silver liquid on his body rolled and moved around his body like a swarm of insects.

"I can't live without him, I can't live without him. I had restraint, and I restrained myself for so many years, until my wife died of illness in front of me because of money. ”

With that, he covered his face with his hands.

"I already had to predict."

Although his voice trembled, it could be heard very clearly, revealing a resoluteness.

"Really? Then I'll take my leave. ”

Hearing this, Umberto stood up directly and said without any nostalgia.

Then he waved his hand, and the cloud wrapped around the old man's hand turned into a bracelet and was placed on his hand.

Looking at the cloud bracelet in his hand, the old man stared at Umberto with some puzzlement.

"This thing can slow down your fall a little bit, so enjoy your life now."

After speaking, without waiting for the old man to thank him, he directly pushed the door and left the room.

Seeing this, Kane thought for a moment, and a mechanical ball the size of a baby's fist appeared in his palm, and was then thrown into the corner by him.

The orb flew out, and vanished with a burst of magical light.

"Let's go too."

After saying that, a few people disappeared directly in place and appeared at the door outside.

It wasn't until Kane and the others completely disappeared into the room that the old man relaxed and took a big gulp of the fresh air around him.

And Umberto also walked down the stairs.

Even when he saw the guests come out, the middle-aged man standing at the door was still guarding the door, and he had no intention of going in at all.

Until the voice of the old man came from inside.

"Come in."

At this time, when Umberto walked out of the door, he found Kane and the others already waiting for him at the door.

"I'm done, I don't know if you've found anything, or if you've been inspired by anything."

Hearing Umberto's words, Kane shrugged: "Maybe there is, maybe not, let's talk about it later, I don't have the habit of chatting on the street." ”

Hearing Kane's words, Umberto nodded.

Standing on the street and talking to himself in the air did make him look very strange, though he didn't mind it.

Then they walked straight to the city gate, while the gate was still closed.

By this time the sky was already getting dusk, the sun had set on the top of the mountain, and the sky was burned red.

Residents who had gone out also rushed back to the city.

And the merchants who found it close to night had to stay in the city for an extra night.

The wilderness at night, dark and dangerous, is not a good time to stay.

(End of chapter)