Chapter 601 The Two People Who Met in Ishruna in the Painting World
Looking at the five fairies who suddenly fell down, Tonelli showed a confused expression. Although he already knew that they would be arranged by Mikael, such an ending...
Thinking of this, she licked her lips, and there was still a vague smell of roasted rabbit meat on her lips. Tonelli could swear to the paradise that she really didn't eat those roasted rabbits on purpose, but those roasted rabbits were really
It was so fragrant that she couldn't control herself.
The roasted rabbit was delicious, but the only drawback was that the portion was too small. A few of them were barely enough to make a meal.
It is said that girls have two stomachs, one for normal food and the other for desserts. She is a fairy from the Inner Sea of Stars, so she is naturally different from ordinary girls. At present, Tonelli has
There are stomachs for desserts, stomachs for barbecue, stomachs for fruits... they are all divided into different categories.
【It would be better if there were more roasted rabbits.】
She thought to herself, then sighed softly and curled up her body, looking weak, pitiful and helpless... but very edible.
………
Mikael ignored the fallen goblins of the Fang Clan, but looked at the fully enclosed carriage, where the last goblin was.
He casually pushed open the door of the carriage, and what he saw was a cage made of thick iron. A thin goblin was lying on the thin leather, sleeping deeply.
As if he felt someone coming in, he covered his mouth and yawned, then climbed up carefully, trying not to touch the iron fences. For ordinary goblins, iron is poisonous and fatal, even if
Just touching it can cause the skin to become inflamed, red and swollen.
There were no shackles left on his hands and feet because there was no need. As a weak goblin, he could not escape the iron cage.
"This iron cage is really dangerous. I just rolled over while sleeping and my arm hit the railing, and it swelled like this. Am I not your precious cargo? Can't I improve my treatment?"
He rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned, raised his red and swollen arms and complained dissatisfiedly.
But when he opened his eyes, he found that the people standing outside the iron cage were not the usual five brothers of the Ya clan, but a strange white-haired young man. The bright silver moonlight flowed into the dark carriage like mercury, and at the same time,
It made his white hair shine, and for a moment he couldn't distinguish the boundary between moonlight and white hair.
"Is he the unlucky newcomer who was caught?"
A gloating smile appeared on his face, "It's really unlucky to be caught by those five guys, but don't worry, as someone who has been there, I still have some experience. I guarantee that I can live a little more comfortably during the rest of the time."
"Of course, imparting experience is not free. How about you treat me as the boss? I am very good at taking care of my younger brothers."
………
Subconsciously ignoring the meaningless nonsense, Mikael silently looked at the thin and eloquent goblin. His thin body would probably be blown away by a strong wind. If he were to be punched, he would definitely cry.
It's pretty loud.
——He thought with malice.
………
"Really, I am a master of prophecy that has never been seen before among fairies in the Mirror Clan, and will never come after you. You will never suffer a loss if you accept me as the boss. I will help you guide you, and I will ensure that you reach the pinnacle of fairy life in the future and become a member of the clan.
It’s not impossible to grow longer.”
After talking incessantly for so long, the thin goblin stopped talking. Of course, it was not because he noticed anything unusual, but because his throat was a little dry and he needed to take a rest.
"Are you a fairy from the Mirror Clan?"
Abruptly, Michael asked.
"Eh--?"
He was startled by Mikael's sudden opening, but the skinny goblin quickly reacted, and his slightly depressed mood became high again, like pouring a bucket of gasoline on a dying fire.
"Of course! I am the most powerful prophet of the Mirror Clan. Just call me Lord Apokalis. Remember to be respectful. This is a name that will soon spread throughout Britain!!"
"Apocalis?"
Hearing this familiar name, Mikael carefully looked at the thin goblin in the iron cage, and found that except for the messy golden hair, there was no similarity with the person in his impression, and he was relieved.
From the tone, I thought some pure love god of war had also come here.
"Of course, have you heard of the name of this master of prophecy?"
Aware of Mikael's tone, the skinny elf approached the fence and asked expectantly.
"No."
Mikael shook his head calmly. The Mirror Clan is the most special of the six clans of fairies. Every fairy in the Mirror Clan has the ability to predict. There will be no haze for them in the future, precisely because
The fairies of the Mirror Clan all know their own destiny, so they take their own life and death very lightly, and live a peaceful and natural life.
However, the Fairy of the Mirror Clan in front of him was a little too lively. It was completely opposite to the rumored Fairy of the Mirror Clan, which made Mikael somewhat doubtful about his real clan.
"No..."
The goblin from the Mirror Clan who called himself Apokalis let out a long sigh, full of resentment. After looking at Mikael carefully, he suddenly realized a problem.
"Wait a minute, weren't you captured by those five goblins from the Fang Clan?"
Mikael looked at him quite speechlessly. Only now did he realize such a simple fact. As the two of them fell silent, the air in the car fell into a strange silence.
"Boss, you are my boss, hurry up and get me out!"
Apokalis jumped up and grabbed the iron fence in excitement. With a burning pain, he let go of his hand with a ferocious expression and looked at Mikael with mixed feelings in his eyes.
Chen, with three parts excitement, three parts happiness, three parts flattery and ninety-one parts incoherence.
"It's not impossible to save you, but you have to show your worth."
"I am the future famous prophecy master in Britain, and my predictions are extremely accurate."
"Really?"
Mikael did not comment on Apocalis' boasting, but stretched out his hands and clenched them into fists.
"Then how about you predict which hand the key is in? If the key is found correctly, I will rescue you."
"This hand!"
Before he finished speaking, Apokalis stretched out his finger and pointed at the clenched fist of Mikael's right hand.
"Are you really sure? Future prophecy master, I don't think you want to know what will happen if you guess wrong?"
"I am sure and sure, to be called the future master of prophecy, the key must be in this hand!"
Facing Mikael's inadvertent threat, although he was trembling a little, Apokalis was still firm in his choice. If future masters of prophecy don't believe in his own predictions, then does he still deserve to be called a master of prophecy?
"Then congratulations, you made the right choice."
Mikael opened his palm and saw a finely crafted silver key lying quietly in his right palm, reflecting the cold pale moonlight.