The dramatic poet suppressed his smile, looked at the two of them, and shook his head helplessly.
He took out a box of cards from his bag and said: "Rules are rules, and I can't break them. You can't get something for nothing from me, you have to pay the price."
"You draw a prophecy card, which can reduce the difficulty of your trial to a certain extent. But note that the more the difficulty is reduced, the crueler the content of the prophecy card will be. You may be devastated by the prophecy card. Sometimes humans see
Not seeing the future actually protects them."
"You have the power of missing the Brilliant Lady of the Firefly, so you can affect the result of card drawing to a certain extent, and the prophecy card will respond to your thoughts."
The dramatic poet placed the prophecy card in front of Ash: "Come on, it doesn't matter which one you draw."
But when Ash stretched out his hand to open the top card, the dramatic poet pressed the edge of the card with his thumb and said seriously: "I hope you don't draw." The prophecy faction has a very charming feature "self-fulfilling prophecy", that is,
If you don’t know the prophecy, then your future is unknown, but once you know the prophecy, your future will collapse toward the prophecy, and even some of your unconscious behaviors will become foreshadowing for you to realize the prophecy.”
Ash looked at the drama poet and smiled softly: "Thank you."
He unveiled the top prophecy card, which showed a figure falling into the sea of fire. The dramatic poet twisted the card, and shallow ripples appeared in his eyes as clear as lake water.
"If your overall difficulty is 40 points of damage, then this card can offset 5 points." He said: "This is also the limit of my interference in the Void Realm Trial."
Ash asked: "What did that card predict?"
The dramatic poet put the cards back into the deck and said calmly: "The person you like will be sacrificed in front of you."
Wei Xi was startled and turned to look at Ash. Ash lowered his head thoughtfully and fell silent for a moment. Wei Xi hesitated and gently clasped his fingers with her fingers.
"Do you regret uncovering the prophecy card?" The drama poet sighed: "I really don't hope you will be affected by the prophecy card. A wonderful drama should not have a script."
"No, I'm actually thinking about a problem." Ya Xiu said in a complicated tone: "The person I like will be sacrificed in front of me... Which one is he referring to?"
Dramatic poet: "..."
Vichy: "..."
"Don't worry, if I had accepted my fate, I should still be retiring in Broken Lake now - or I might have been feeding the fish." Ash shrugged: "Is the prophecy card a destiny that will definitely happen?"
"Basically," the drama poet said, "but there may also be a miracle that changes your destiny."
"Then I'm relieved." Ya Xiu said with a smile: "After all, my life so far has been a series of miracles one after another."
He stretched out his hand toward the drama poet: "Nice to meet you, drama poet. Also, my name is not the Last Viewer, I am Asher Heath."
The dramatic poet was startled, then smiled and reached out to hold his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Ash Heath."
He blinked at Ash, "Obviously it's the first time we've met, but for some reason I feel like we've hit it off, as if we were half-brothers, beloved relatives and friends..."
Ya Xiu immediately spread his palms and said, "Let's get something affordable."
"No problem, let me see if there is anything else I can help you with... Hey, Fanxing, you're actually here!?"
Ash and Wei Xi were startled, and immediately looked back in the direction pointed by the drama poet, and saw an orange cat hiding under the eaves not far away from the rain. The stars turned into cats and descended into the world... No!
They looked back, and sure enough, the drama poet had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. If it weren't for the leftover snack packaging bags on the ground, Ash wouldn't be sure that the conversation just now was not an illusion - the drama poet was still there
Littering everywhere.
Ash popped up a gust of breeze, blowing the garbage on the ground to the trash can next to the convenience store door, and asked: "How do you feel?"
"There is nothing abnormal at the moment." Wei Xi carefully inspected the soul body: "I don't know how the trial will proceed...Why didn't you ask him about the specific content of the trial?"
"I asked for help several times, but he didn't take the initiative to tell me about the trial. He made it clear that he didn't want to talk anymore." Ya Xiu said: "I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that he seems to have a good impression of the magician, and
Many special facilities are placed on the fourth floor of the virtual realm to help young magicians, and they also guide the demigods of the secret realm to advance to the level of god master..."
"Isn't this normal?" Vichy said: "The Source Angels are still willing to stay at Ruby Mountain for tens of millions of years. Strange beings like them cannot apply our values."
"No, I just think that generally speaking, good feelings should be for individuals, or at least for groups, and there are often certain filtering conditions. For example, I have a good impression of you, and I have a good impression of the elf who is good-looking, gentle and loves life. This is
Normal thinking." Ya Xiu said: "But the drama poet gave me the feeling that whether it is a lesbian magician or an ogre magician, no matter whether it is good or evil, as long as it is a magician, he seems to like it, like... unconditionally
of fraternity?”
"At least it's a good thing for us." Vichy said: "And I advise you not to expect subtle hints to take effect. This is my bad trick. The ghost prophet who loves life does not exist in any world line.
, but gentle maid, you can force it with orders."
Ashiu's expression remained unchanged after his little thoughts were exposed: "Go back."
"Um."
Wei Xi took the initiative to hold Ash's hand, took off his Miracle Bracelet with one pull, and then quickly opened the gallery and performed some operations. When Ash took it back, there was only one picture left in the gallery that polluted the eyeballs.
Photos of the Necromancer's skeleton war-patterned outfit - how to describe it, he seems to have constructed a scene full of necromantic beauty at the level of corpse sea maggots and flies through the matching of clothes. If the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood are still there, Harvey will definitely be it.
The most suitable person in charge.
"Don't you want to see the 3-point photo of the Necromancer? Well, I'll delete the extra photos for you. You're welcome." The maid walked briskly into the rain curtain, put her hands behind her waist, and tilted her head to look back.
She glanced at him and said, "Do you really think I don't know the eye contact between you and the drama poet?"
Ya Xiu followed behind depressedly, "As for being so defensive, I'm just curious about your old photos..."
"Nothing to see."
"This is not a question of whether it looks good or not, just like I also want to see photos of Sword Princess and Witch when they were young." Ashiu said, "It gives me a sense of participation in witnessing your past lives across time and space."
"Then I'll try to find a few pictures for me to kill..." Wei Xi said and suddenly stopped, but Ash continued: "I also want to see the pictures of you killing people and refining souls. I'm not stupid enough to ignore you.
It’s better to say that you almost made me forget who you really are, and your murderous resume can just help me consolidate my correct understanding of you.”
"Okay." Wei Xi said calmly: "I will find it for you to see. I guarantee it will be an eye-opener for you."
Ash walked beside her and glanced at her with a teasing look in his eyes: "But you just stopped talking when you realized it would make me angry. I still appreciate your progress. It's not easy. You finally know.
I have to take care of my feelings...keep up the good work!"
Wei Xi's face turned red when he said it, and the corners of her mouth twitched. She glared at Ash bitterly, gritted her teeth and said, "I will definitely let you see me at my most cruel."
Ya Xiu didn't take it seriously. The two walked for a while, and Wei Xi suddenly asked: "Do you really want to see it that much?"
"Did you save it?"
"No." Wei Xi turned his head and looked away, "But I still remember the pattern of that skirt. If I have time..."
Hinting that this was the limit for the Ghost Prophet, Ash didn't bully her anymore, and stretched out his hand to lead the maid through the last short section of the rain curtain.
"I thought you would ask me why I didn't take action even though I had already grabbed the drama poet's wrist just now."
"Then why don't you do it?"
"I'm not sure at all. I feel like I'm grabbing not just one hand, but the whole world."
"If you were sure, would you do it?"
Ash hesitated for a moment and did not answer immediately. Wei Xi chuckled and said mockingly: "For a being who tries his best to help you when he appears, you are actually hesitant to kill him? Tsk tsk, Ash Heath,
You’ve learned so badly.”
"Who do you think I learned this from?" Ya Xiu said in a bad tone. He seemed to feel that he was too shameless and greedy. He lowered his head and examined himself to purify his soul.
Wei Xi blinked his eyes, a trace of charm flowed on his eyebrows, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "But I still appreciate your hesitation just now, your progress... keep working hard!"
