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- No revelation.

No revelation can be interpreted as many different answers, such as the simplest, egalitarian and divine "Angel of Destiny" His Highness refuses to give you a response, she hates you. The wings of doom have quietly descended, and whatever you do next, you may die in the same place due to cardiac arrest.

But apparently Steven doesn't feel hated by fate, and the angel can't die of cardiac arrest, which leads to another answer - the "Angel of Fate" ignores your prayers. In the eyes of Ulorius, who had insight into the flow of fate, it was not time to get guidance. Take back your prayers, wait in peace, and perhaps one day in the future you will be answered.

Compared to the third answer, "His Highness Ulorius has no power to respond now", the second answer is the most likely.

The "King of Angels" and "Mercury Serpent" will carefully select the family for each reboot, choose the occult connections they need, choose the interpersonal relationships hidden in the family and the impact they may have on the changes of fate, and in the process of restarting, spirituality and strength will not be attenuated by half. Throughout the millennia of prayer history, the second answer has also been the most frequent.

Over thousands of years of working together, the Angels of the Word have been able to grasp more accurately the meaning of the silent Angel of Destiny's every move.

Steven didn't know the real reason for Ulorius's reboot this time, so she pondered the divine will for a while, and after feeling that she had grasped the joint, she put her mind at ease again.

"Fate has chosen to remain silent, it seems that it is still early at this time, and it is not yet time for revelation." She spoke with a natural expression, turned to the silent Colin Lyat, and asked, "O fellow citizens, I wonder when that holy child came to Silver City?" ”

In the face of the angel's words of bringing the relationship closer, Colin is not qualified to refute, but he does not respond:

"More than 120 cycles ago, even her parents may not know the exact date."

"How's it going?"

Colin hesitated: "It will be born in thirty cycles." ”

More than 120 cycles, that is, more than four months...... According to the previous restart habits of the "Angel of Destiny", they often wait until eight months of human gestation to be born and leave their relatives. But this time, why did Silver City already say that the child was "about to be born" just over halfway through? Steper frowned, but it wasn't noticeable on her already wrinkled face. She finally realized that something was wrong with the reboot, and Ulorius seemed to be in a hurry to be born, cutting the development time in half, which had almost never been done in the past.

Perhaps it had something to do with the Lord's plan...... Stepper secretly decided to report the anomaly to the Lord.

"I see, I was in a hurry."

She smiled like an elder, "Obviously, His Highness the 'Angel of Destiny' is obsessed with Silver City and wants to stay a little longer. ”

"In that case, I'll wait outside Silver City, right here. If Silver City needs knowledge or intelligence, I'm willing to communicate. ”

"There is a demigod in your city-state who is the path of the 'Secret Prayer Man', and your life has long passed the middle heaven. Time and the Lord will test your piety, and if your faith is unbreakable, I will show her the way forward. ”

With that, Steven stopped talking and stopped looking at Colin. She turned and continued to kneel in prayer by the light of the bright lantern that served as the sun, like an old and emaciated missionary.

Colin stared at the other party's calm side face, slightly surprised - he couldn't believe that this strong man who was suspected of being an angel had actually settled outside Silver City like this, choosing to wait for the "Angel of Destiny" to be born naturally rather than forcibly take the other party away. Fortunately, the other party did not come with malicious intent, and did nothing but ask questions, and the conversation seemed to be over so far.

The torches still burned silently, and Colin slowly stepped back towards Stever, watching the two-meter-square light grow farther and farther away until it turned into a golden dot the size of a thumb.

Retreating all the way to the heavy gates of Silver City with his back to him, Colin still did not turn around rashly, still vigilant for possible dangers or monsters. Holding a torch in his left hand and clenching his fist in his right hand, he quickly knocked out the code he had agreed upon before leaving the city on the stone gate behind him.

Four short, two long and three short, after two seconds, the gate opened a slit that allowed one person to pass through.

Colin immediately dodged inside, and the heavy door shut.

As soon as he entered the door, the glimmer of the morning light suddenly enveloped him, and Waite Hilmon held aloft the "Crown of Glory" and asked with a solemn face:

"Your name?"

"Colin Nyliat."

Questions and responses are organized.

Within the scope of the "Crown of Glory", evil will be shattered by the sword light, and lies will be identified by the wearer, which is also the confirmation method that the elders discussed at the beginning. Of course, after a simple council of elders, the chief is also sent to the bottom of the tower. The elders would take turns guarding the watch, and meeting immediately through a transparent barrier to exchange information with him about today's visitor.

The shadow in the corner of the light creeped up, turning into the "Black Knight" Elder Lovia, who glanced at Waite Schillmon and temporarily stopped channeling spirit into the "Crown of Glory", and separated one left and one right, sandwiching Colin in the middle.

"When you return with torches, the elders are already waiting." "Please go to the Round Tower to start the meeting. ”

The Chief nodded calmly, then spoke:

"Did Carlotta Scavard behave in any unusual ways while I was away?"

This is Mrs. Scowder's name.

"Chief, Mrs. Scorn was preparing dinner at home when you went out." "After she had cooked dinner for her husband and sewed clothes for her unborn child for a while, she fell asleep tired. ”

Colin nodded, stopped talking, and followed the two elders to the Round Tower.

457

Crane took the dice that always brought bad luck to the fat pharmacist, and walked into the bathroom in a menacing manner.

The ceremony, the source fort, is done in one go, and returning to their home field is hard. Crane put the dice on the table, and the dice of probability rolled twice, and finally succumbed to the unfathomable gray mist, and at four o'clock up, he stayed on the bronze long table of the Source Castle, once again without the arrogance of the ship, which constantly attracted all kinds of deadly disasters, large and small.

At this time, it was 10:40 on Friday, about 8 hours before the passenger ferry arrived on Olawe Island.

Seeing that the "Dice of Probability" had fallen silent again, Crane calculated the time:

"It should be able to hold up enough to hand it over to Darkwell's connector, and I don't need to do anything else."

Thinking of this, Crane considered another question with some concern:

"Arriving on an unfamiliar island, I need to put on the 'All Black Eyes' just in case. But the 'Eyes of All-Black' have appeared in front of the 'True Creator', and there is also her mental pollution, so if you take it out every few hours, you may be locked by her. ”

The £7,000 for the purchase of the Tinder Gloves had been delivered to Emlyn, and the remaining £500 for the broker's fee would be paid again.

Crane has already started to think about collecting the auxiliary materials of the "Secret Puppet Master" and dealing with the spiritual contamination of the main materials.

"However, for only one or two minutes at a time, it shouldn't be a big problem, even if they perceive it, their sense of location will not be too accurate, hey, when it comes to the 'true creator', it can't be determined by divination, so you can only raise your vigilance, fortunately, this is the last time in the recent past, and it will only take seven or eight hours to reach the destination...... Why should I flag myself, bah blah, I didn't think about anything just now. ”

At that moment, a crimson illusory star suddenly shone brightly, and Crane looked up as he was accustomed to it. At first, he thought it was the "moon" Emlyn who prayed to inform him of the progress of the purchase, but just as he wanted to praise the quick movement, he saw that the light and shadow of the crimson star showed a simple house, with only a table, a cabinet and a bed, so simple that it reminded him of "The Burrow".

"It's the sun? What is he looking for me......"

Crane curiously reached out and touched the crimson star, and the image of Darik praying in the candlelight came into view, and the voice came to his ears:

"Dear Mr. 'Fool', Silver City welcomes its first guest......"

"He is unknown, but claims to be from a ruined city-state."

"The purpose of his visit to Silver City is not something I know, but I think it may have something to do with the 'Angel of Destiny', and this may be the good luck and turning point she gave Silver City."

This...... If I'm not mistaken, Godforsaken is supposed to be a dangerous place where even demigods have to act cautiously, and the monsters that lurk in the darkness are beyond human imagination. Being able to come to Silver City smoothly, this guest is also very powerful......

Crane watched this matter with a state of mind that saw through the red dust, and took the opportunity of Ulorius's arrival in Silver City, and it seemed that many things began to run in a higher direction, gradually exceeding his imagination.

In the end, he could only respond calmly:

"That's a good thing."

He knew that the "Sun" would be happy for a long time because of his inexplicable words, but Crane really didn't know what to say other than this kind of lake-making words.

After reading the prayer, I looked at the prayers offered by the believers of the sea god, like cleaning up unread messages. After clearing up the news, Crane realized that he had been in the bathroom for a long time, so he picked up the "Dice of Probability" and left the Source Fort to return to the living room. I saw the fat pharmacist slumped in his easy chair in a state of exhaustion, while Harry the Owl was so radiant that he didn't seem to need a break.

Is this the difference in the speciality that different creatures get when they consume the same potion? At least Miss Justice didn't say she didn't need to sleep...... What uniqueness does the anatomy of owls bring? Hey, I don't know enough about it, and it's really a keyboard powerhouse who knows a little bit about everything...... Crane sat down on the couch, put the milky dice in the ring box, and waited patiently for the evening to come and the ship enter the harbor.

As the minutes passed, the bright sun in the sky gradually moved westward and lower.

At this moment, Crane, who was recuperating with his eyes closed, suddenly straightened up and felt a strong danger coming!

This transcends the spiritual intuition of the "soothsayer" and the premonition of danger of the "clown", as if it originated from the strange ripples of invisible gray mist around him.

'There are enemies!' Aurora Society's powerhouse, no, Sage? Crane opened his eyes, his expression unusually serious, as he pondered what to do.

If this is an extraordinary trait aggregation that is pulled by the "All Black Eyes", it will be too fast!

At this time, if there is a slight mistake, he has to think about resurrection.

As for Duckwell the Fat Pharmacist and Harry the Owl, there is absolutely no way they will be spared!

At first, he pinned his hopes on the fact that the comer could only be inducted into the lake, and could only determine a large range, and might not be able to find himself or the "probability dice", but considering that this was a sailing ship and there was an uninhabited sea nearby, the target seemed to be not difficult to lock, and when the time came, the trouble would be even greater, so he had to give up decisively.

Above the passenger ship, the void suddenly tore apart, revealing an invisible door filled with various complex symbols.

Two slightly pale hands reached out from the crack in the door and pulled back sharply, allowing the whole body to come out.

He wore a black floppy hat and a classical dark robe that the old man loved, but he looked less than forty, and his brown hair was slightly curled, giving him an unusually hard feeling.

His dark eyes seemed to have countless phantoms hovering back, and they seemed to hide one chaotic world after another.

Crane's sense of danger intensified, and the mere change in his expression frightened Duckwell and Harry the Owl from moving.

He no longer hesitated, and according to the prediction he had made for similar situations in the past few days, he leaned forward and picked up the "probability dice".

"Judge the behavior of the malicious person who just arrived, I want 1 point!" Crane whispered in a deep voice, threw out the milky white dice, and subconsciously prayed to the goddess in his heart, hoping that the dice that had just been intimidated for a long time would be obedient and functional.

At the same time, he behaved extremely calmly, lest the dice sense his tension and take the opportunity to cause trouble.

In the sound of the clash of collisions, the "Dice of Probability" rolled a few times and froze at 1 point, which was as red as blood.

In the sky above the passenger ship, the black-robed man, who was less than forty, had already reflected the entire ship in his eyes.

He spread his spirituality, glanced around, reached out and grabbed the void in front of him, and opened a nearly invisible door.

The strong man stepped inside and disappeared in place.

Kryne, who was in the first class, suddenly felt that the danger was gone, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief that it was difficult to contain.

He stared at the "Probability Dice" on the coffee table, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "If this dice don't have such a big negative effect, you can make full use of it, it's simply an artifact!" ”

"It is worthy of being a '0' level seal, and it is worthy of being the uniqueness of the 'monster' path......"

"What just now, what just happened?" Only then did the fat pharmacist Duckwell regain his courage and asked cautiously.

Crane kept his posture unchanged and calmly responded:

"You don't need to know."

"I understand, I understand, the more you know, the more dangerous it is." Darkwell wiped the cold sweat from his head.

For the next few hours, nothing happened, and when the sun had sunset over the horizon and the sky was completely dark, Crane finally saw a towering lighthouse appear not far away.

……

The "Secret Sage" Bottis kept opening the door, passing through the spirit world, and in a short moment, he crossed the entire ocean, and finally opened the door outside the door of a noble manor.

The wrought iron door slowly opened automatically, and Butiss saluted towards it, and instead of choosing to continue opening the door, he walked in step by step.

A figure appeared silently beside him, as if it had grown out of the ground or the shadow of Boutis. The figure wears a new men's jacket that is now popular in Beckland, and his young face is pale and handsome.

"Long time no see." The Dark Sage said succinctly.

"Salutes to the Lord." The corners of Boutis's mouth lifted up, pulling a stiff smile.

"How's business going?"

"Praise the Lord for developing a pretty good vein of gemstones." "Mining is well underway, and I will dedicate to the Lord the best and greatest stones," Boutis said. ”

The Dark Sage nodded slightly, "Your piety shines far brighter than a gem. ”

"On my way here, as I passed by the sea, I felt the breath of the Lord." "But when I tried to look for it, the breath was gone." I think it's more important to attend this month's Mass than to look for that breath. ”

"There are not many holy relics tainted with the breath of the Lord, and you should have looked at them carefully." Kersma felt a little sorry, but this regret disappeared in a flash, "But there is no doubt that your choice is the right one...... You can't imagine how powerful the sacrament is today. ”

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Are you still following the Abrahams?"

"Them?" Butis laughed mockingly, a flicker of madness in the eyes of the cloudy ghost, "They're still barely getting by. The curse of the bloodline cannot be eradicated, and the Abrahamic family is doomed to decline in a dream of glory. …… I regret it a little now, I let my teacher live when I remembered the old love, and maybe it would be better to be burned in that fire than to hold on to the glory and continue the bloodline like this, and survive. ”

"Abraham's survival doesn't matter, as long as it doesn't get in the way of you and me."

"Hindering ......," said Bottis, looking into the distance, calmly, "how unfortunate it must be to be a demigod born into the family of Abraham. ”

As the Sages walked and talked in the garden, the True Creator stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in the hidden room at the top of the manor, contemplating the message contained in Stepever's prayer a few minutes earlier.

"Ulorius cut the development time in half......"

The True Creator let out a brief sigh, renewing his hatred for the Outer God and her curse.

"I don't know anything about her ways and authority, so how will 'decay' manifest itself? The decay of the body and soul should only be a marginal ability that is not worth mentioning, so what does her specific sequence, pathway, and authority really look like? ”

"Was it the curse that was originally a curse for a true god, Ulorius, but was it the other side of the curse on me, or was it something else entirely? Nothing, nothing. ”

Beep Pavilion

"I don't know now, but I hope I don't see it with my own eyes."

"Walking on thin ice......"

The pouring of the seven gods and the prying eyes of the outer gods have made the real creator one head and two big, and he has to constantly speculate and plan every day. It doesn't matter if you have a pitiful amount of chips on hand, or if you're a few steps slower than the other gods, but you can't sit still and do nothing anyway.

As long as there is room for struggle, we must try to take two steps on the road to reclaiming authority.

Speaking of layout, speaking of planning, the true creator suddenly thought of one more thing.

"The resurrection of Crane Moretti proves that he has the qualifications to become a 'miracle master', and it is also in line with the fate of the representative of Fort Yuan."

"However, the premise is that he can successfully complete the ritual of the 'Ancient Scholar' who has been isolated from the world for three hundred years, and live to become a miracle master."

In her various vague memories, she vaguely remembers that the "soothsayer" path requires a lot of interaction with the outside world in the high sequence, and even requires the establishment of a secret puppet city and the killing of a demigod in the presence of a sufficient audience.

"He'll ......"

“…… Need an anchor? ”

The true creator thought of the north and south continents, which had been divided by the faith of the gods, and thought of Steever's report, she stared at the sun that was about to set in the distance, and fell into deep thought for a moment.

TBC

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Crane: Don't come here! I don't want to be your curler!

Mazo: Hmph, want to escape?