"I still don't understand, O noble Father, why we have all been sent here by the vast waves, and we have the power to change our fate, but we still have to watch the next series of tragedies happen?"

Emenut raised the question with his sovereign cautiously and humbly, in a low gesture of curiosity, as Uthermaatra straightened up from the unconscious twin sons and knocked his waist and sighed, while carefully maintaining the hidden circle of the room with his psionic powers, which had not yet been fully studied by the age.

"What do you call this an eye?" He is now extremely small and rich...... It's not human nature, how can it feel that it has become a little secretive and unusually confident, the father of genes raised his hand stained with blood, ritual dyes and incense ash, and the light of psionic energy flashed, and the hands became clean again.

"This can't be called a blind eye, ignorant Emenute, sometimes the slightest thing can be a turning point in the fate of the universe, well, but I admit that it was a bit unexpected to come to this point in time, but given what is the situation of Prospero now, it makes sense that he would have an accident."

His mortal-sized father began to mumble to himself again, and the Thousand Sons Supreme Wizard instinctively sensed the power contained in these inadvertent words, and he quickly increased the power output of the magic circle, fortunately Magnus gave him another psionic gem, otherwise these consumption would have made him very struggling - this kind of psionic gem that is both strong and stable enough to be carried in his pocket casually, and the well-informed Emenute has seen it for the first time, well, he always feels that something very incredible happened in this universe during his coma.

"Well, it's normal for you to not be able to comprehend something outside of this world on the basis of your thinking." The psychic advisor, who appeared to be a mortal, thought for a moment and walked away from the twin sons who had finished casting the spell by him. "Ahriman is done here, and when they open their eyes, they will only remember the false memories I added for them. Let's get out of here first, and I'll be able to teach you just in time to get back to you, poor Emenute! In my opinion, your combat skills are passable, but there is still a lot of room for improvement in other aspects of your spell level. ”

Utherma Atra looked like she had just completed a big project and was eager to show off it - as some kind of mysterious connection, and at the same time, Perturabo and Lamizan began to sneeze desperately together on the Iron Blood, causing Lamizan to almost start thinking about "can the original be allergic" and "can the original also be infected with the flu virus", but Peturabo stopped him in time.

In Peturabo's habits, he certainly warned Magnus, "You have to keep your mouth shut about our plans, don't say things that others shouldn't say, don't think you're going to be fine, but make sure you have a backup plan ABCD!" "And he told this brother to face him, but obviously, as long as some people stay away from the Iron Blood, they will more or less start to be unable to control their big mouths.

Together, they returned to Emenute's lodgings on Prospero, where they brewed some sweet tea flavored with a rich orange blossom syrup, and Magnus's private lesson began.

"I know you have a lot of questions, Emenute."

"Indeed, great Magnus."

"For example, the first one must be: 'Since we're all here, and we know what kind of tragedy is going to happen, why don't we go to my dad and stop me from doing the first stupid thing so that the rest of the story doesn't happen, right?' ”

Emenute nodded, indicating that he was listening carefully to the Primordial's wisdom.

"Hmm...... Quite simply, why don't you think about a basic question first: you are here, you yourself at this point in time are already yourself, so there is no paradox of Emenut seeing Emenuth himself, right, so why is Prospero having two Magnus at the same time? ”

Before being reminded of this obvious fact, the Thousand Sons Supreme Wizard, who was completely in a state of subconscious avoidance of thinking about this fact, realized both points at the same time, and he jumped to his feet in horror, his hand already on his weapon.

The fifteenth primordial that broke through his obstacle sat cross-legged on the cushion and laughed like a child had succeeded in his prank.

"Aha, you see, it's like this, it's a small spell, but it's very practical, it's great, isn't it? You don't even have to risk altering the memories in the depths of the target's mind, only one ...... power, a complete hint and a little bit of psionic shadow, snap! The psionic advisor snapped his fingers, "A blind eye!" While powerful mana can make up for the gap in most spell skills, spells that work even more miraculously against the gods cannot be accomplished by force and brute force alone. ”

"Well, sit down, Emenute, and since I've told you this, you don't have to worry about anything. Before the answer is revealed, you can think about the second point: why don't we go looking for ...... Well...... My Imperial Father, tell him what happened next, so that he may be prepared or remedied? Right? ”

"That's right." Wizard Qianzi, who had put away his weapon and returned to the seat opposite Uthermaatra Atla, replied, "If it is because you can't meet with the other person, and meeting you will lead to paradoxes or big problems, so you can avoid it, I can understand it. But I can't understand why you didn't contact and catch up with your father, who had just left here, and from the records of the Legion's history and my personal knowledge, you had enough psionic energy to communicate with your father in the vast sea of stars after they left. ”

"That's right." Utherma Atra, who took a sip of sweet tea, sighed, "But that's the public channel. ”

"Huh?"

"From another time dimension, I'm already being targeted, and my contact with my Father of Genes is basically the same as a book spread out in front of the Lord of Change. I can't explicitly expose my existence here, but you can have achieved your 'own' position here, so I need you to be my 'front' all the time. ”

"Then you can't contact ...... secretly Your 'father'? ”

"I can't." The psionic advisor replied with a blank face, "When I say 'no,' it must not be that I have a problem, but that he has a problem. ”

Emenute looked to be a real surprise this time.

"What?! Do you say ......"

"Oh, don't get me wrong, my son," Uthermaalla shook her head, "I mean he doesn't want to take another risk of receiving psionic messages at the moment, as he is not completely immune to the interference or prying eyes of the Lord of Change. ”

"With all due respect, my father, what is the point of us coming here other than to deal with the problems of Ahriman? Is there anything else we can do? ”

"Of course, this is the trend of the main trunk of the river of destiny, and a rash and complete change of the general trend will only lead to some future that is more unknowable and more powerful for the Lord of Change, but since we are here, especially since I am here, then we can at least change the angle of the river of fate a little when the shadow falls, or remove some pebbles that cannot be preserved."

Utherma Atra's blue-green eyes flashed, "Like this time we can ......"

(End of chapter)