Sherlock looked at the flowing short brown hair and the dimple under the hair, and couldn't help but joked: "Has anyone ever told you that you look good when you smile?"
"Yes, and there are a lot of them!" Celine added a long sound to the word "many". She didn't want the other party to succeed. "Also, my magic power is enough to sustain it, but if you don't go in, I'm afraid.
Samagar is going to suspect that the two of us have eloped."
"I'll go!" Sherlock exclaimed, finally remembering that now was not the time to be artistic, and immediately got into the portal.
Seeing the other party's figure disappear, Celine closed the portal with a wave of her hand, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared, muttering to herself: "I hope we can meet again, friend!"
…
in the room.
"If you don't come in, I will suspect that you have been abducted by that little bitch Celine!" Samajar said without looking back.
"You knew she was leaving!"
"Isn't the result obvious?"
Hearing this, Sherlock also reacted. The portal had disappeared and Celine hadn't come in yet, so there was really no need to guess.
The three people sitting here had all experienced a lot. After sighing for a while, they focused their attention on the jade box in the center of the room.
The appearance is exactly the same as what Jinbe described, and it should be the box that holds Imuk's treasure.
"Celine left at the wrong time!" Sherlock looked for a long time but didn't find any mechanism on the box.
There are no guards or hidden compartments in the room. It would be a bit too simple to only rely on the outside door and space shielding barrier to protect such a precious treasure.
Years of gaming experience and understanding of the game Forgotten Realm told him that this matter would never be that simple.
Just as he was about to turn around and ask the other two people for their opinions, a silver light flashed before his eyes.
I saw a silver crow resting on Samajar's shoulder, its empty silver pupils emitting bursts of silver light.
"I saw it!" Samajar said excitedly, then he rushed forward and grabbed the jade box.
A random flash of light illuminated the entire room in white.
When everyone regained their sight again, Sherlock discovered that the room they were in had suddenly expanded four times, and in the center of the room, a total of eight jade boxes appeared.
"What's going on? Hasn't the captain already picked up the box?" Bentifer exclaimed.
"It's probably not an illusion." Samagal squeezed his hand and recalled the feeling of the box disappearing from his hand just now. It was very real.
Moreover, his precognitive eyes clearly saw Sherlock opening the box directly, so he stepped forward with such confidence.
Could it be that the prescient eye was wrong again, or that the prophesied child of destiny must be the one to open the box? He thought to himself, his eyes unconsciously looking to the side.
Sherlock also thought it was unlikely to be an illusion, because his truth vision and reading glasses could not detect any abnormalities or flaws.
"Have you found the problem?" He saw Samajar's eyes.
"No, but we can try again!" After Samajar said this, he activated his prophetic eye again.
The picture I saw this time was similar. The druid picked the box in the lower left corner and opened it smoothly again.
"That one!"
Following the direction of the finger, Sherlock walked over, and after confirming that it was correct, he stretched out his hand.
This is a long and narrow box, about five feet long and two feet wide.
The surface of the box is composed of black and white. The pattern composed of these two solid colors is full of the beauty of balance, but if he stares at it carefully, he will feel an inexplicable palpitation, as if he is about to die.
No, even death cannot describe this feeling. It is a huge panic that your existence will be completely wiped out.
"Huh -" Sherlock turned his head away, and then took a deep breath, trying to divert his attention away.
He was afraid that if he continued to look at it like this, his spirit would really break down.
"Don't be nervous, you can do it!" Samajar comforted him from the side.
The two NPCs didn't react at all, and he was the only player who felt like seeing Ye Ying. Sherlock felt ashamed, and without any further hesitation, he grabbed the jade box in front of him.
Then there was a flash of white light, and everything returned to how it was before.
It's just that the room in front of me has doubled in size again, and the number of tamate boxes on the ground has increased to 64.
"It seems I can't." He spread his hands and said.
"Impossible, I obviously saw it." Samajar said in disbelief.
It is inevitable to make a mistake once, but it is impossible for him to see such a clear picture twice in a row and still be wrong in the end.
There must be some reason for this, interfering with his ability to predict, or...
Changed the established future!
"Sherlock, do you have any special props that you haven't used yet, especially those related to fate?" Samagal asked.
The only thing that can change the future is destiny, and if Shylock is the son of destiny as predicted, then he should be able to move forward and retreat freely from the torrent of destiny.
"Fate..." Sherlock muttered softly.
He really has no shortage of props in this area. Whether it is the lucky magic hammer, the black yarn, or the seed of destiny bred in the hope gem, they are all closely related to this destiny.
The first two are just single forces of luck and misfortune, and may not have much effect.
But that Seed of Destiny, judging from the experience on Night Star Island, clearly has the complete power of destiny, and its ability can even affect an entire island and create countless destiny trajectories.
With this thought in mind, he took out the three-color gemstone from the space ring.
After not seeing each other for a while, the seed inside the hope gem unexpectedly sprouted two buds, one black and one white.
After suppressing the surprise in his heart, he once again followed Samajar's instructions and stepped forward.
Perhaps they were protected by the Seed of Destiny. No matter how he looked at these boxes this time, he did not feel the same panic in his heart as before. Instead, there was a mysterious yet familiar feeling constantly surrounding his consciousness.
Where does this sense of familiarity come from?
As that sense of mystery continued to erode, Sherlock finally remembered that it was the alternating feeling of reality and reality every time he left the game and took off his helmet.
Sometimes, he is speechless about the system of Forgotten Realm. If you have such computing power, what can you do to improve it? What is the use of working on it all day long?
Oh, it seems that there is nothing to improve in Forgotten Realm.
