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"Do you think the ring should be left or given to the Guild?" said Shecher, asking a hint of his evil spirit.

"You have the final say, I already knew the result, and I can't break it. ”

Shecher smiled as a young man and said, "Then stay." He raised his right hand instead, greedily. That fiery ruby should be the strength to help him.

"Whatever you want, just say it. Locke's tone suddenly became less childish than childish, but too worldly.

"The death of the old generation has something to do with you. ”

The conversation suddenly became straight to the point, a cool breeze drifted in through the crack in the unclosed window, and the swishing coolness spread, rolling up the short robes of the two of them, as if they were gathering strength.

"Do you mean that I control the actions of the House of London, or what?" Locke smiled, not nervous, and added, "As you can see, I am indeed a soothsayer, divining the stars, the northern gods. ”

"Is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child enough to grasp the many stars on the North God's boundary?"

"yes, it's not that credible," Locke stood up, pulling the window wider and the wind whirled in, curling his tousled gray hair, "but it's true, you don't feel any magic in me, do you?"

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"But I know the future, I know the past, and even the trajectory of your life is in my hands. ”

Shecher stood comfortably, unmoved, silent at the baptism of the wind.

"I know how heart-wrenching the death of a senior is for you, you are friends, and I know it well. ”

Shecher's brow furrowed suddenly, a little confused.

"A true son of the Fire Clan, a primary-magic fire receiver who absorbs the magic of the fire element and gathers all the fire elemental magic in his body to trigger the magic of fire. You have the potential to be as powerful as any of the former Fire Clan leaders, but you have never been able to trigger it, forcing you to wait for the opportunity to make a splash. ”

Shecher stood alone in the wind, looking at the unusually confident boy in front of him with some distraction.

In Locke's eyes, there was an ancient god-killing power—similar to the magic of divination in the Middle Ages.

"Silence is just silence and worthless. None of this is in the hands of a sorcerer, not even an ancient demon creature - a dragon can dominate this world full of all kinds of powers, and this is all in the hands of a weak soothsayer, will it completely plunge the world into fear? All this will be redefined through your hands, and you will be the only one above the gods, the great magic king of the last days!"

"Shut up, don't talk any more! I don't want to hear anything!" Scher cupped his head in pain, and the confused memories in his mind began to eat away at his mind again. This means that he will be greeted with further feathering.

Only by constantly stimulating the sleeping soul inside him can he release this imprisoned demonic god of the future.

"I don't want to hear it! I don't want to know anything!"

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Shecher fell to his knees in tears, his soul system collapsing rapidly in the gale, creating a desperate force that also urged him to become the god he had been suppressing.

"Your soul is feathering, and it will push you to become a true king. Locke approached Shecher and stroked his head and said, just as he had just aligned his shoulders with the top of Shecher's head, "I will help you, the god of the future." ”

With that, Locke got up and opened the door and walked out, leaving Shecher alone to lose herself.

Darkness, not even the moonlight.

He sobbed in agony until he drained the tears that had hidden in his eyes. In a trance, there was only a little bit of light in the room that was blood-red—it was a disgruntled beast grieving.

As many soothsayers know, Shecher will be the next brightest star in the world. At the same time, the wheel of fortune also indicates that his life is gradually coming to an end.

However, compared with the mission, is life really that important?