"I came here with my father, and then when I was seven years old, I suddenly awakened a strange ability."

The boy Richard sat on a stone chair and slowly told about himself.

"That ability, is that the prophecy you said?"

Hearing this, Tina couldn't help but interrupt the question.

Richard looked at the relief on the ceiling of the house and nodded:

"At first, when I was sleeping at night, I could vaguely see some strange images, and then the images became clearer and clearer until they were indistinguishable from reality."

"I slowly realized that the images in those dreams were actually scenes around me, sometimes things that had already happened yesterday, sometimes things that had not happened tomorrow."

Richard stared at the ceiling, his gaze as if he had traveled through time to see his helpless seven-year-old self.

"My special abilities were soon discovered by the rest of the town, and children my age began to move away from me, but the adults who lived on the racetrack and were usually indifferent began to become enthusiastic."

"They asked me to prophesy, to predict the outcome of the game."

At this, the boy was suddenly silent for a moment.

He raised his head, looked at Tina, who was frowning beside him, and said softly:

"But this kind of prophecy is not without a price."

"At what cost?"

Tina no longer had that relaxed smile at this time, and her face was full of seriousness.

Richard lowered his head, crossed his hands, and played with his little finger:

"I found that every time I made a prediction about the future, I got seriously ill."

"The severity of each game will vary depending on the number of people betting on that game, but if the predicted outcome is known only to me, the condition will be much lessened."

"My father, who was a doctor, told me to rest more, but the people at the racecourse didn't want me to rest, they were anxiously waiting for the outcome of the next Marseille prediction."

"During that time, I often couldn't tell whether I was in reality or dreaming."

At this point, Richard suddenly stopped.

His eyes were filled with fear, as if he remembered the terrible memories of the past.

The atmosphere in the room began to fall silent, and a strange feeling began to emerge in the hearts of everyone.

Raya and Fran, who were following Tina, looked at each other, the first time they had heard such a strange thing.

Seeing that Mentor Tina and the Ice Wolf Clan sister (Moment) didn't seem to have any intention of speaking, the True Dragon Lord also kept lying quietly and not speaking.

Eventually, Raya tried to whisper:

"And do you still dream now?"

This sentence seemed to wake up Richard.

His body shuddered violently, as if he had recovered from some state.

"Are you okay?"

Fran looked at the blonde boy with some concern because of his childhood experience.

Richard shook his head and rubbed his eyes:

"I'm fine, I just seemed to be asleep."

"I guess I haven't had a break in the past few days."

After saying that, he was in good spirits again, as if nothing had happened just now.

The blonde boy quickly reverted to his usual posture and continued to tell the story of what happened:

"Even though I was too weak to get out of bed, the grown-ups kept telling me to predict the outcome of the next Marseille."

"Soon my father found out about it when he came back from a medical trip, so he went to the racecourse and told them not to look for me again."

"Them."

Tina frowned, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

In the past two years in the royal capital, she has actually seen a lot of outlaw gamblers, and once people stick to this hobby, it is not easy to quit.

Especially when you do find a soothsayer and can get gold from a horse race.

But then, Richard's answer surprised everyone.

The blonde boy looked relaxed and smiled:

"They quickly agreed to my father's request, and my health gradually improved under his care."

"Later, my father found a cure for this strange disease, and now I don't have that kind of dream anymore as long as I don't think about it."

Hearing this, Tina frowned and asked puzzledly:

"Strange disease? Isn't it a prophecy? ”

The boy's calm face was suddenly stunned, and then he suddenly realized:

"Huh? Oh, that's the name my father gave it. ”

"He always said that there was no prophecy in the world, it was just a strange disease."

He said with a relaxed expression.

"And now, what about your father?"

Suddenly, a voice interrupted him.

Everyone turned their heads in unison and looked in the direction of the voice.

Facing everyone's gaze.

He lowered his head in an instant, and looked at the iridescent young dragon in his arms that suddenly opened his eyes in surprise.

That's right, it was Ron, who had been lying silent in his arms for a moment, who spoke.

He looked at Richard calmly and asked:

"Where is he now?"

Richard looked at the pair of nine-colored dragon pupils, and subconsciously lowered his head:

"My father he. He went to a faraway place to heal other people. ”

"Really."

Ron glanced at the dusty medical books on the table, as well as the notes that were pressed under the desk, and said lightly:

"It looks like it's a long way from here, otherwise a doctor wouldn't tolerate his book being dusted."

“.”

The boy looked at the scattered copies of Basic Medicine on the table and was silent for a long time.

Then, he nodded and said:

"Far away, somewhere, really far."

"Strange. Why. I can't remember where my father went."

"Where the hell is it?"

The boy's eyes began to grow hollow, and he muttered words that no one else understood.

And the hearts of Tina and the others couldn't help but follow his murmuring, and their eyes gradually became confused.

"That's it!"

Suddenly, a clear dragon groan woke everyone present.

As if they had just woken up from a dream, their eyes widened suddenly, and they recovered from that chaotic state.

Among them was Richard, a blonde boy.

"Poof!"

In an instant, the hairs rose from the moment the chaotic state was lifted, and the originally hidden claws instantly popped out, aiming at the blonde boy, with an astonishing killing intent in his eyes.

Tina also frowned, and a small golden hammer began to appear faintly in her hand, and the battle robe began to appear on the outside of her body.

Raya and Fran stood between them at a loss, and before they could figure out what was going on, the room suddenly became tense.

"Tina, instant."

A familiar voice called out to the two men.

Facing the puzzled eyes of the two, Ron, who stopped him, shook his head lightly, indicating that he should not be in a hurry to do so.

"Yes."

In an instant, he didn't seem to hesitate, and directly withdrew the claws and wolf tail back into his body.

Tina hesitated, and soon terminated the artifact's liberation.

"Ho! Ho! Ho"

"Ho! Ho! Ho ......"

Richard jerked up.

His heart was beating wildly, rising and falling as if it were about to leave his chest.

At this time

The boy's face was already drenched with sweat, and cloudy beads of sweat the size of beans slowly slid down his forehead.

"I seem to be asleep again."

Kavinka's lust is to death.

This is actually a thrilling little story, I don't know if you have seen it.

(End of chapter)