The black shadow took the wine glass, took a small sip like a wine taster, he held the thin handle of the crystal glass and shook the wine glass gently, the spirits formed a small swirl in the glass, if there was wine there, the black shadow really looked like a royal nobleman.

"Tequila is long outdated, Carl." The Black Shadow said.

"You think I'm in the cellar, and I can have whatever I want." Karl said indignantly, and drank the wine down. He counted the number of lightning bolts—sixteenth. The old man ignored the dark shadow, he stood in front of the glass wall and quietly watched the city washed away by the rain.

The black shadow was about to speak, but was interrupted by the old man.

"I know what you're here for, and I'll answer the questions you want to be honest about." The old man was still holding the crystal cup in his hand as he spoke.

"Prophecy Wizard Karl, the Feather Clan of the Old Times." The black shadow walked over and admired the broken rainy night with the old man, "You have a lot of power, but you have gone incognito to this place far away from the city, doing the work of a nanny, if it weren't for Nanshan, I would have thought you would be dead." The shadows of the trees outside the window cast on them, and the black shadows reflected the light of lightning with purple eyes.

"Since the time of the Yu Clan, I have predicted everything that will happen in the future." The old man was still looking at the town. On weekdays, this kind of glass wall looks like a normal wall from the outside, and the panoramic glass wall can be seen from the inside out, and the small lake on the edge of the town can be seen, thanks to the high terrain of the church.

Eighteenth time.

The dark shadow looked at the town and was silent, the old man took out a cigar from the box on the workbench, he took the cigar in his mouth, groped around with it, took out a small box from the pocket on the side of the robe, and the match drew a dazzling fire on the side of the box, the action was a bit like the ape who struck the flint in ancient times, the bright flame was ignited, Carl extinguished the match and threw it on the ground, and the match with sparks burned the messy white paper on the ground, but fortunately the old man had already extinguished it with his foot.

The old man exhaled a puff of white smoke, as if condensing the vicissitudes of thousands of years, like a stone in his heart, released like a supernova explosion.

"The prophecy told me to count the number of lightning bolts, and when the lightning shines on the eleventh time, you will come, and the corridor will be filled with strong winds and dancing candles, and water on the ground, and I will know that you are coming. At this time, it is very important to come to my poor country! The old man took a deep puff of his cigarette, and the 18th lightning bolt will be a lot of thoughts in your heart, and you will ask me what the Nordic landscape will eventually become. Let me tell you a story! The Aesir gods in "Norse Mythology" are a group of gods, and the roots of the world tree are gnawed off by the black dragon Nidhogg, which is the precursor to the defeat of the gods, and the gods thought that their end would be a fiasco, but they were so proud that they still went to the battlefield, and went to the battlefield with that mood, which led to the defeat of the war, and after the defeat of the gods, the age of the gods ended. Ragnarok, hence the origin. If I had known the end of the story from the beginning, I would rather sit and wait to die. A small white smoke puffed from the tip of the old man's nose.

"Let me ask you a question, what is your purpose in attacking the Wanya Temple?"

The ghost style was a little surprised, Karl was an alchemy prophecy wizard, and he wouldn't have been unaware of the purpose of attacking the Wanya Temple, but he didn't think much about it.

"Aren't you a prophet?" Ghost style said.

"You feel like I'm on the wrong timeline, and there's always been a vacant spot in the prophecy, I can't guess. This means that you are not controlled by time, you can deviate from the timeline at any time, and if the gods give you a script, instead of following the script, you will add drama to yourself. ”

The shadow was silent, and said leisurely as the old man smoked his cigar.

"The Sanctuary of Vanya is a mob, and the Nordic continent has been shattered by them." The dark shadow lowered his head in contemplation, and finally sighed.

"I've seen too many kids like Carl when I was a kid."

When the ghost said this, the cigar in Carl's mouth just lit up red, and immediately dimmed again.

"I want to open the Tower of Babel and recall the Yu Clan, when the Yu Clan entered human society, the word 'peace' was born there, and the key to open the Tower of Babel is in the hands of the Wanya Temple. The day I open the Tower of Babel, the Nordic landscape will really change, people will no longer have to fear the Sanctuary of Manya, and my strength alone is only a drop in the bucket, so I must rely on the power of the half-bloods. ”

The dark shadow stared at the town like a high-ranking officer, making bold statements before setting out for battle.

"You really didn't follow the script, the prophecy told me that you would drink my treasured agave, so I hid it in the bookcase."

The old man smiled bitterly, "But you don't, and I know the purpose of your coming here, but some things are different from what you think, and things will not be so simple." ”

"I don't understand, why did you come here as a babysitter?"

"They are all orphans left behind by the war, and what would they do without me? How is the child you took from me? ”

"I became a knight king, and by the way, I became my intelligence officer, and his father was my comrade-in-arms, and he asked me to help him take care of the child. Carl threw away the cigar

"Let's go, it's almost time, I still want to test my strength and see if it's as powerful as before? It's time to sharpen your knives.