Ring of Fate

Chapter 1131 Another Prophecy
Azshara, the capital of Renburg.

In front of the side door of the majestic white tower, the demigod of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" church that Lumian had met before was waiting for him.

Having experienced the Dream City, it wasn't hard for Lumian to recognize who she was.

She is the former pirate general "Vice Admiral Iceberg" and now the senior deacon of the Church of Knowledge, Edwina Edwards.

Edwina, who was dressed more like a professional teacher than a pirate or clergyman, made a gesture of invitation and said nothing.

Lumian did not ask any questions and followed the other party through the door and turned into a dark corridor with many gas wall lamps.

After walking in silence for a while, Lumian suddenly asked:
“The more you know, the more knowledge you have, the more painful it is, isn’t it?”

Edwina replied with a normal expression:

“I would rather suffer the pain of knowledge than be happy with ignorance.”

Lumian looked at the seemingly endless corridor and asked:
"If humans have enough knowledge, what can they achieve without relying on extraordinary powers?"

Edwina turned her head to look at Lumian:
"Mystical knowledge is also knowledge."

She paused and continued:

“If these are not included, perhaps one day in the future, humans will still be able to influence the rules and touch the authority through other means. Going further should not be possible unless the element of mysticism is added.

“Enabling humans to harness extraordinary powers with less risk is my area of ​​research.”

“That’s great…” Lumian sighed.

After walking for a while, they stopped at the end of the corridor, in front of the brass doors.

Lumian tilted his head, looked at Edwina, and asked thoughtfully:

"Would you like to be 'Vice Admiral Iceberg' again?"

Edwina shook her head without hesitation:
"I prefer this kind of life where I can learn new knowledge and gain new things every day."

Lumian didn't ask any more questions, and under Edwina's gaze, he pushed open the brass doors.

Inside the door is a bright and clean library with numerous brass bookshelves.

In a trance, Lumian seemed to have returned to the time when he first entered the "City of Exile" Morola.

He walked in, and the brass doors slowly closed behind him.

Heraberg, wearing a plain white robe inlaid with brass threads and holding two books, came out from behind a huge bookshelf. His amber eyes were still gentle and clear, without any turbidity.

Lumian was not surprised to see this person. He smiled and saluted:
"Your Excellency the Archbishop, we meet again."

Heraberg nodded slightly:

"Your current situation is worth studying, but there is no time."

He did not hide his regrets, nor did he worry that such words would cause any harm to Lumian's heart. He spoke directly, as if he was saying that today's breakfast was not bad.

"Yeah, there's no time." Lumian echoed Heraberg's words.

Heraberg observed the head on his left shoulder for a while and said in a calm voice:
“I made a prophecy.

"You're bound to meet Chick shortly."

“I see.” Lumian smiled.

He looked around and suddenly sighed:

"Your Excellency, Archbishop, have you ever predicted my current state?"

Heraberg looked at him and said at a moderate pace:

"It would be a lie if I said I predicted what would happen to you, but it would also be a lie if I said I didn't predict anything.

"I predicted that you would gain something special, but I didn't know what it would be. I'm not omniscient yet, so among the contenders for '0-01', I prefer you. You've performed very well, focusing on your studies and borrowing books from the library again and again, unlike the others..."

As he spoke, Heraberg shook his head.

"I am a person who loves to learn." Lumian laughed, his expression calm and with a bit of self-mockery.

Heraberg said with relief:
“If you can truly understand the charm of knowledge and the joy of learning, even if you have a long life in the future, you will not suffer from emptiness and torture.

"Knowledge encompasses everything, knowledge is everything..."

He patiently and instructively seemed to really want to teach Lumian how to live a good life in the future.

Lumian didn't interrupt, but listened quietly, even though it didn't matter.

After Heraberg finished speaking, he asked in a deep voice:

"Are you willing to give up the life you have now?"

Heraberg sighed and said:
“If there was any other choice, I certainly wouldn’t want it.

"My child, our will may be free, but we are not the only ones in this world. Life is often a choice between bad and worse. There is no better option.

"Faced with similar situations, some people would just give up, but I am greedy and eager to continue living. The ocean of knowledge is boundless and the road to exploring knowledge is full of fun. I am not willing to die just like that. This is the fundamental reason that prompted me to make many decisions.

"Now, there are only a few choices in front of me. Since I still want to have hope of survival, I can only choose the one that is relatively not bad.

“There is no shame in wanting to live.”

He looked into Lumian's eyes and finally said:
"These are my thoughts and experiences. I hope they can provide some reference value for your future choices."

"Thank you," Lumian said sincerely.

Having obtained the prophecy and the answer, he was about to say goodbye and leave when he suddenly remembered something:
"Your Excellency the Archbishop, where exactly is the 'City of Exile' Morola?"

"It and the mountains around it are in my stomach," Heraberg did not hide.

Lumian suddenly realized:
"The path of exile leads to the astral realm?"

Heraberg nodded:

"Correct."

He suddenly smiled:

"You summoned a meteorite to destroy Morola, but it made my stomach hurt a little."

Lumian was stunned at first, then laughed dryly:
"That was probably the biggest prank I've ever pulled, if that counts as a prank."

After leaving Azshara, Lumian returned to Trier.

"How is it?" Franca asked with concern.

Lumian recounted the prophecy made by Herabergen, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, and said at the end:

"I have a general idea and I'm ready to make a plan."

Franca looked at the head in the middle of Lumian for a few seconds, raised her hand and stroked her chin and said:

"Why do I feel like you're in a better mood?"

As she spoke, she looked around, trying to find Anthony to confirm her judgment. Unfortunately, Anthony noticed an anomaly in the ocean of collective subconsciousness, reported it to the official church and provided necessary assistance.

This is also what the demigods of the "audience" pathway have been doing for the past year. Their tasks are mainly to monitor, observe and assist. They cannot relax at any time and cannot be negligent at all. The actions to extinguish anomalies and disasters are left to other high-level extraordinary people. Of course, if an emergency occurs, they cannot take care of so many things.

As for the unofficial low- to mid-sequence extraordinary people and ordinary humans, they were unaware that the North and South continents had been destroyed and that they were in protected areas. They continued to sing, dance, and live their original lives, which was the greatest help to the official authorities and the True Gods.

In the current situation, the anchor must be stable, and it is better to give them false happiness!

Lumian smiled and said:
"I just heard an elder talk about his experience of being born as a dragon."

"Very good." Franca didn't ask any further questions.

She was eager to try and said to Lumian impatiently:
"Let's make a plan to bring disaster to the Witch Cult!"

She had been patiently waiting for nearly a year to avenge Janna and Lumian.

She had almost lost control of herself. She was not a gentleman and just hoped it would be as quick as possible.

Seeing Franca's performance, Lumian laughed and said:

"I have to report to Mr. Fool first."

…………

Above the gray fog, inside the majestic palace.

When Lumian's figure disappeared from the position of the "Chariot" card, Mr. "Fool" pondered for a few seconds and called a temporary meeting.

In the blink of an eye, multiple rays of light rose up and transformed into different figures, sitting in different positions.

They are the Major Arcana cards such as Ms. Justice, Ms. Magician, Mr. Star, and all the major cards except Lumian.

“The Chariot will bring disaster to the Witch Cult. You are responsible for assisting it.” The Fool gave the order.

"Yes, Mr. Fool." The Major Arcana cards stood up and responded at the same time.

The Fool nodded slightly, motioning for them to sit down, and then said to Derrick the Sun:
"I hope you can practice your justice in this matter, completely digest your potion, and become an angel as soon as possible."

After the fall of the Eternal Blazing Sun, under the protection of Mr. Fool, Derrick the Sun obtained a copy of the Light Chaser Extraordinary Characteristics.

After the Sun answered, the Fool looked at Leonard the Star:

"You and Pales are both involved. You need to apply to the Church of Evernight for temporary use of a sealed item...

“I hope you can obtain a ‘0’ level seal or the ‘Witch of Disaster’ extraordinary characteristic in this operation, and then exchange it with the Church of Evernight for the ‘Servant of Secrets’ extraordinary characteristic.

"Bring fear to the high-ranking members of the Witch Cult, and you will digest the potion completely."

Leonard could tell that the last two sentences Mr. Fool said were not orders or instructions, but blessings.

He suddenly felt a little emotional, then stood up and saluted:

"Yes, Mr. Fool."

The Fool looked at Ms. Temperance:
"You and Reinette are also involved. The Hedonists might disrupt the Chariot's operations."

Sharon, the "temperance" lady, held up the card she had written long ago:
"Yes, Mr. Fool."

After giving instructions to the Major Arcana cards one by one, Mr. Fool ended this impromptu gathering.

…………

Tranquility Church, headquarters of the Church of Night.

Leonard the Star met the current pope, Saint D'Abo March.

"Your Holiness, I would like to apply for temporary use of a '0' level seal." Leonard pointed four times clockwise on his chest, drawing stars.

"Which one?" Dabomachi was an old man with white hair and beard and a gaunt face. He asked in a calm and gentle voice.

"Star" Leonard said in a deep voice:

"'0-17'."

(End of this chapter)