Ring of Fate

Chapter 860 The Figure (asking for monthly votes at the beginning of the month)
"The translation you asked for is here." The "magician" threw the stack of letter papers on the table in front of "Xingxing", pulled over a chair and sat down.

Mr. Xingxing did not change his sitting position, but just stretched his hand forward.

The stack of letter papers was suddenly lifted up by an invisible object and fell into the palm of "Xingxing".

"Xingxing" flipped through the books with focused eyes, and a rustling sound echoed softly in the quiet room.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at the "magician" across the desk:
"Do you think their speculation makes sense?"

The "Magician" lady replied with a smile:
“From a writer’s perspective, there’s no better conjecture than this.

“Of course, I actually think that’s probably true.

"What do you think, Mr. Pales?"

The eyes of "Xingxing" suddenly became dark, and an old voice came out of his mouth:

“At first, we only noticed that Alistair Tudor was doing something dangerous in Trier, but we didn’t know what it was specifically.

"If that is the case, then the question that needs to be answered is where did Alistair Tudor get the knowledge to do those things?"

The "magician" has thought about this problem a long time ago:
"One possibility is that the uniqueness of the Red Priest, which was already somewhat contaminated, and Alistair Tudor's forced jump to a non-adjacent path, which led to his promotion at the cost of madness, allowed Him to sense the situation over there when He became a god, causing a wonderful resonance and gaining the corresponding knowledge.

"Another possibility is that the person gave it to me in some way."

At this point, the "magician" followed his spiritual intuition and asked:
"What you really want to say is, who is involved in this matter?"

The "star" answered again with an old voice:
“Hasn’t He always been interfering with history, making it develop in the expected direction?

“Of course, this incident may not be predetermined history, but more likely He wants to verify something.

"I didn't quite understand why He helped Alistair Tudor to be promoted to Red Priest and was responsible for stabilizing the situation so that Alistair Tudor would not lose control. Now I think I understand a little bit:
"At that time, He was only the King of Angels, and it was difficult for Him to influence and arrange for the True God. But what if the True God himself was in a very bad state, in a state of madness, and often acted only on instinct? It would be much easier.

"With the participation of the crazy 'Blood Emperor' Alistair Tudor, the 'Original Witch' may be attracted to join this matter.

"In the end, He should have verified his own ideas and gained valuable experience, but something unexpected seemed to happen, leading to the outbreak of the 'Four Emperors' War'."

"Xingxing" suddenly returned to his original magnetic voice:

"How many years have passed since Alistair Tudor became the Red Priest until the Four Emperors' War broke out?"

He immediately answered his own question in an old voice:

"Five hundred and thirty-seven years."

"It's enough to verify some things." "Xingxing" said with emotion in a magnetic voice.

The "magician" also nodded slightly and said:
"If this is true, then He must be very familiar with the problems hidden in this special mirror world.

“Haha, if Mr. Fool has woken up now, he will definitely go directly to the God-Forsaken Land, grab Him by the collar, and ask Him what is hidden in the deepest part of the special mirror world!”

"Xingxing" sighed subconsciously:

"He, Mr. Fool, is not so violent and rude."

The "Magician" lady laughed:
"Do you know what fantasy is?

“You have to distinguish between what is fantasy, what is truth, what is a lie, what is the real emotion revealed in the lie, what is the deepest hidden emotion, tendency, impulse and entanglement expressed by the most unlikely fantasy, and what is the truth that is said, thought and even willing to do, but does not represent the real attitude.

"Once you have figured this out..."

At this point, the "Magician" lady glanced at the paper and pen on the desk and laughed softly:

"You will be able to master the art of poetry."

Mr. Xingxing was silent for a few seconds and said:
"The knowledge I gained this time happened to be about the 'hunter' and 'witch'. Was this also His arrangement?"

"I think it's more like the work of the 'Heavenly Master.'" The Magician pondered for a moment and said, "We don't know what state the 'Heavenly Master' is in, but judging from the 'Underworld Man', even if He couldn't prevent the 'Moss Ascetic Order's' Camelot from being polluted, He should be able to profoundly influence what knowledge constitutes the pollution. And when it came to the inn incident, He noticed the 'Seven of Wands.'"

Hearing this, Mr. Xingxing nodded and said:

"The Hunters and Witches in your Minor Arcana cards are entangled with each other. Was it also arranged by Him? Do you want to achieve what you verified from the Blood Emperor and the Original Witch on them?"

The "Magician" lady chuckled and said:

“It’s more than just entangled. Although I didn’t see it with my own eyes, my spiritual intuition and writer’s sense told me that something must have happened.

"I felt pity for them, but I couldn't help wanting to know the specific details..."

As he spoke, the "magician" coughed lightly and brought the topic back on track:

"The current development is the inevitable result of their fateful entanglement, emotional interaction, personal character and inner growth, and should have nothing to do with that person.

"but!"

Ms. Magician emphasized the word "but" and said:
“I now suspect that the initial encounter between the three of them was arranged by Him, and then it was left to develop as it pleased.

"Do you understand? The best writers build the stage, construct events, and let the characters perform, demonstrate, interact, and conflict on the stage and in the events to complete the most wonderful story."

"Xingxing" wanted to make a joke about you writers, but after looking at the paper and pen on the table, he remained silent.

The Magician sighed and said:
“We should be able to decrypt more of the information next.

"What about the reward? What about the reward for the 'Second of the Holy Grail'?"

As Xingxing took out the extraordinary materials in the silver box, he said:
“It’s already been prepared.

"Here are the potion formulas and all the ingredients for sequence 9 'Sleepless' to sequence 7 'Nightmare'."

The Magician took a look and asked with a smile:

"Not giving that gold coin?"

"Although the 'Holy Grail II' is the guide for the dream we planned, and she is the only one who is trustworthy and familiar with the relevant environment, we still can't let her get it so easily. I will give her another task and tell her that this time, in addition to the potion formula and corresponding materials of Sequence 6 'Requiem Master', she will also be given a special reward." "Xingxing" stroked his slightly messy hair and said with a smile.

The "magician" nodded slightly and talked about another matter:
"I've always wanted to ask, Mr. Pales, you've already been promoted to Sequence 1, why are you still staying on Mr. Star's body?"

The eyes of "Xingxing" became dark again, and the voice became old:
“When people get older, they like stability and don’t want to change their accustomed environment.”

The "magician" responded with a smile:
"I want to hear the truth."

"Xingxing" sighed and said:
“When you become a Sequence 1 Archangel, you will understand. You will be able to clearly feel how terrifying the influence leaked out when Mr. Fool and that Celestial Lord confronted each other. I can only continue to stay in the Church of the Evernight Goddess and seek some shelter.”

The magician said "hmm" and put away the potion formula and all the materials on the table.

She thought about it, and asked Mr. Xingxing with a slight movement of her eyes:
"Where did you get these materials?"

The "star" smiled:

"I applied to His Holiness the Pope."

The Magician asked thoughtfully:
"Your Holiness the Pope gave it to me without asking why?"

"Yes, I gave it to him directly." Mr. "Xingxing" raised the corner of his mouth and answered frankly.

The “Magician” lady showed an expression of enlightenment.

She then stood up, opened a door made of starlight in the void, and left the log house.

…………

The dark night had just faded away, and before the light of day appeared on the horizon, in the apartment that Lumian rented.

Janna was covered with a quilt, revealing her snow-white shoulders. She lay beside Lumian and stretched out her right hand, trying to pry open his eyelids.

"What are you doing?" Lumian asked with a mixture of anger and amusement.

Janna curled her lips and said:
"You closed your eyes and didn't look at me, so I had to take the initiative and help you open your eyes."

Lumian opened his eyes reluctantly and saw the pair of blue eyes that were smiling but also a little dark.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Lumian said thoughtfully:

"Your mental state is much better than before."

Jenna withdrew her hand, propped it in front of her, supported her chin, looked at Lumian's face and eyes with a smile and said:

"Yeah, I felt much better after talking to Franka that day."

Lumian sneered immediately:
"Who said before that the worst possible outcome is that Franka wants to kill me, and I'm willing to agree? You clearly know that Franka can't do such a thing."

"That's just an illusion, an illusion derived from inner emotions, self-entanglement and self-destructive tendencies. Can't you hear it?" Janna snorted.

Lumian laughed and said:
"Of course I can hear it, that's why I said it's best to ignite the problem between you guys as soon as possible."

As he spoke, he felt a little emotional and instinctively stretched out his right hand, wanting to touch Janna's head, but halfway through, his palm froze there again.

Seeing this, Jenna's eyes dimmed slightly, then she pursed her lips, raised her left hand, grabbed Lumian's hand, forcibly dragged it over, and placed it on the back of her head.

Lumian then began to stroke slowly, from stiff to awkward, and from awkward to natural.

Jenna looked at him and a smile appeared on her face:

"how about yours?"

Lumian was silent.

Janna didn't continue the discussion and asked with a smile:
"You and Franka didn't have that?"

Lumian sighed:
"I'm trying not to tell you about what's going on between her and me."

Jane smiled and said:
"Before I talked to Franca, if you said these things, I would indeed be sad, painful, and entangled, and I could only control myself from showing it. Now, although I have the same emotions, I am more looking forward to your going, and I am also somewhat relieved and happy about it. Can you understand this contradictory feeling?
"I was often so conflicted when I made those choices before."

Lumian nodded slowly:
"You know Franca. Even though she risked everything, if nothing happened right away, she would have backed off a little and felt embarrassed. She wouldn't have been able to make it past the final hurdle. These past few days, sometimes when I looked at her or she looked at me, she was obviously uncomfortable. Anthony must have noticed, but he didn't say anything.

"I can't take the initiative, can I?"

"Yes, you take the initiative, you go in the morning, and you will go later!" Janna said without hesitation.

Lumian looked at Jannah deeply:
"You want to use this method to strengthen the bond and retain them at the critical moment?"

Janna snorted and said, “Hmm.”
"I will try my best to keep her, but I will also respect her final choice."

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