Do you all know the future?

Chapter 91 Sunk Costs
"Let them get closer, what can they do to steal it?"

Diane glanced at Isabella. On the surface, there was an angel present, but what kind of audacity did she have to dare to snatch something from Isabella's hands? And secretly, there was also a head maid who was also an angel.

"I told you to stop discussing and prepare to display the Holy Lance."

Isabella didn't believe anyone could take the Holy Lance from her, and Diane needed to learn how to face other people's envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"Oh...is this the Holy Lance?"

Diane took the box and slowly opened it. Inside lay a short staff, completely different from the day she crowned João.

"That's right, this is the Holy Lance. In its portable form, it will revert to its original form when you input spiritual power."

The female knight walked up to Diane. She knew the proper etiquette and did not reach out rashly, but instead explained to Diane.

"Come and try."

Upon hearing the explanation, Diane handed the Holy Lance and its box to the female knight.

"Hmm, look, like this..."

The female knight did not dodge. She grabbed the Holy Lance, raised her hand, and the Holy Lance emitted a holy white light in her hand, slowly transforming into the shape of a lance. She then handed it to Diane.

"It really did turn into the Holy Lance, that's amazing."

Diane held the Holy Lance in her hand and immediately felt a sense of closeness. The sacred aura on it resonated with Diane's spirituality. The Holy Lance, which was most suitable for Queen Greta's spirituality, was now also suitable for Diane.

"This is the Holy Lance. You've found the Holy Lance?"

A figure landed on the deck, his face filled with disbelief, even contortion and incredulity.

"None of us found it. It was Xiao An's family's mermaid who went into the sea and found it by chance. It seems the competition is over, Vice Curator Bailey."

Isabella pushed the bewildered little mermaid out, her tail slapping against the deck with a loud thud. Bailey felt as if his own face was being slapped as well.

"Little Mermaid?"

Pele felt a surge of anger in his chest. He had lost just like that, so easily. He had prepared for so long, and he had lost so easily?
“That’s right, we didn’t find anything. We even had to ask Marquis Terri for help. It seems we still need mermaids to find things in the sea!”

Isabella remarked that Bailey's gaze fell upon the female knight beside him, revealing a surprised expression.

"This is way too fast! Her Majesty the Queen sent people to search for so long and couldn't find it, but you found it in such a short time!"

Bailey's face was full of helplessness. What the Queen had described as a difficult and dangerous matter had been resolved in no time.

“We were also surprised. I had made up my mind to search for several days, but I never expected it to turn out so dramatically.”

Terri also wanted to express her current frustration. She was happy, but not really happy, feeling as if she hadn't played a role at all.

How did you discover the Holy Lance?

Pele suppressed his anger, his hands clenched into fists, his handsome face contorted in rage.

"I felt something protruding on the seabed, so I went to check it out, and that's when I found it!"

The little maid's words were innocent and natural, and they were indeed true, which made Bailey's expression even more helpless.

"Congratulations, Lord An, or should I address you as Your Majesty? It's as if it were destined!"

Pele conceded defeat. He didn't accept this way of losing, but he was powerless to change it. The Holy Lance was in Diane's hands; could he possibly take it from her?

The thought of murder and robbery was completely out of the question; the moment he saw Isabella, that thought was extinguished.

Moreover, as the second and third people gradually appeared, the power of the Holy Lance was revealed, and more and more people arrived. In this situation, even if one commits murder and robbery, one cannot become a Tudor prince.

Knowing what happened, everyone's expression was similar to that of Deputy Curator Bailey, except that no one connected Diane with the Queen beforehand; they just thought he was lucky.

Some people felt regret, especially those who had sailed through this area. They wondered why they hadn't brought their mermaids with them, because they were the ones who discovered the Holy Lance.

However, many people are still rational. Mermaids returning to the sea would really run away, unlike the mermaids of Diana's family, who came to his house voluntarily.

"Congratulations, Lord Anne, on becoming the consort of Tudor!"

"Lord An has done something that no one before him dared to do or even think of!"

"Congratulations……"

In this situation, all we can do is offer our best wishes!

The Holy Lance in Diane's hand was like the authority of an Imperial Prince, something to be envied, yet also like an invisible wall separating everyone else.

Many people who looked at Diane had changed from a lucky boy to a future imperial prince, but a small minority still couldn't accept it.

"How could the Queen marry such a stranger? Impossible! Absolutely not!"

"Yes, with his appearance, he will definitely be rejected by the Queen. He's not even as tall as the Queen."

"..."

Those who were dissatisfied could only use this method to beg the Queen to change her mind.

"Your Majesty is really something. Wouldn't a duel be better? To choose a royal consort in this way, this person isn't even a Grand Knight!"

"Her Majesty the Queen will definitely not agree, and she will surely change her mind!"

"Not necessarily. Even Brigitte from the royal family wants to marry him!"

“Bridget, look, Bridget is helping him too. This guy is too popular with women.”

Some argue that while there is constant noise, most people do harbor resentment, and this resentment is contagious.

After all, in everyone's eyes, Diane was only decent in spirit, and had all sorts of negative flaws. Yet, such a person was going to become the Queen's consort!

Many people wanted to curry favor with Diane and chose to stay and talk to her to befriend her, while others, feeling bitter, chose to sail away and pass on their bitterness to others!
Hope, disappointment, a glimmer of hope, and then despair.

Many knew they couldn't defeat the paladins and archmages in the duel, and were filled with despair. But the search for the Holy Lance gave them hope, and before they even began their mission, despair had set in. The Holy Lance had been found.

The other party is luckier than himself because he is weaker. In the arena, they could easily eliminate each other, but the other party still wins and will become the Prince of Tudor and win the most noble woman in Tudor.

This idea is incredibly painful once it arises. If it were seeded players like Bailey or Ramirez who obtained the Holy Lance, they would only doubt their own abilities, since they couldn't beat these people in the arena. But it was Diane, someone who had only recently awakened her spirituality.

"The Holy Lance has been obtained by the succubus of Ishtar, so everyone no longer needs to go to the designated sea area!"

The ships returned, and the news circulated among every vessel, spreading the dramatic tale of how Diane obtained the Holy Lance. Even on the Nix's ship, upon hearing the news, he lost his footing and collapsed onto the deck.

It was strange, but not unexpected. Although the people around him weren't particularly excited, they all looked rather grumpy. Knicks was just a little agitated, but he wasn't particularly noticeable.

"No, no, this can't be! Why, why, that man, why..."

Jealousy burned in Knicks' heart, his eyes gradually turned red, and his roar resonated with many people. The crowd, with their heads down and feeling miserable, were furious, but when they looked around, they dared not join in.

Diane is about to become a prince of the empire. Will the bad things said about her here reach her ears?

Surrounded by strangers, they couldn't afford to gamble, they really couldn't afford to gamble, so only the Knicks were acting so crazy.

"Oh, it seems you've lost. Will you choose to give me your soul now, or wait until someone else marries the queen and then give me your soul and body?"

A whisper reached Knicks' ear, and his face turned deathly pale. He had no way out; he had made a bet with the devil.

He had argued with Moria about the registration process and felt it was impossible to win her over. In order to gain a sliver of a chance to become the king's consort, he signed a bet with the devil under the devil's temptation.

The demon helped him break through to the level of a paladin and gave him items to defeat enemies in the arena, on the condition that he help the demon after becoming the king's consort. If he could not become the king's consort, then the price would be his body and soul.

It sounds unfair, and it is unfair, but for the Knicks, who want to climb the social ladder, this is his only way forward.

That's why he refused to let Moria go back to him. He had already sacrificed himself, and there was no left for Moria to eat. He was like an eel whose stomach had already dissolved, with no way back.

"me……"

He felt his body gradually slipping out of his control, and a chill ran through his soul. Someone was eating him, chewing his soul and his body.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Knicks' body convulsed and he broke out in a cold sweat, finally attracting the attention of his companions, who no longer thought he was venting his emotions.

"Yes, there is... a demon..."

"What demon!"

Those around were startled and looked around warily, but found nothing. Instead, they noticed that Knicks' convulsions had worsened.

"You're so naughty. You promised, how can you go back on your word?"

The demon's voice brought Knicks both calm and pain.

"I haven't lost yet. I'm waiting for him to marry the Queen. I haven't lost yet..."

Nix spoke loudly, proclaiming his pact with the devil, and those around him thought he had gone mad, unable to comprehend his abstract behavior.

"Oh, you think you can still turn things around? Did you hear that? There's an angel guarding him, protecting him as he returns to Tudor. What are you planning to do now?"

The demon seemed to be bound by a contract, refraining from further corrupting him, or perhaps it became interested in his struggle for survival and wanted to see how he would explain himself.

"me……"

There's no way, absolutely no way, I can't think of any solution.

"What incredible luck! I heard that this lucky guy also obtained the mermaid's treasure, and the mermaid helped him find the Holy Lance."

"By the way, Loran said he was sure to win the championship and didn't want to compete with him. It seems Loran has a good eye. How are you going to compete with him?"

The devil's mockery came without any pretense, deeply piercing Nix's heart, especially when he mentioned Loran, the man who had oppressed him his entire life. He could only survive in Loran's shadow, and the women he could only pick up were the ones he didn't want.

"You poor thing, you need to make a deal with me and you still won't get the Holy Lance. Others are lucky and easily get the Holy Lance that no one else can find."

"Enough, enough!"

"Is that enough? He's clearly inferior to you, yet he has a woman and respect you wouldn't even dare to dream of. No, his spirituality is far superior to yours. He's definitely more suited to be the Queen. Even with the help of the devil, you're still a waste and can never become the Queen's consort."

The demon's loud mockery made Nix's face flush red. He seemed to have regained control of his body, his fingernails gripping the deck tightly.

"Angry? But you're destined to be devoured by me. The sooner you surrender, the faster I can let you die a quicker death!"

The demon mocked and ridiculed, having completely taken control of Knicks. The contract between the two parties had room for compromise, but that only allowed the demon to corrupt the body more quickly.

"I will not give up, I can definitely... I can definitely... I give up."

Seeing no hope of winning, he could only watch as Diane married the Queen in style, just as Lorraine had predicted, that a nobody like him could never surpass Diane.

The resentment from the past and the bitterness of being proven wrong have been fully unleashed; the devil understands the Knicks' inner turmoil.

He was predicted by Lorraine to be defeated by Diane, and now that he has sided with the devil, he is still defeated by Diane. The twisted nature of Knicks' heart cannot be described simply as twisted.

"You want me to fulfill our agreement sooner, right? Let's make another deal!"

Facing imminent death, Nix was consumed by the venomous hatred fueled by the demons. He hated Diane, he hated Loran, he hated everyone!

I'm not willing to die like this.

"You're completely mine now, what need do I have for a deal with you!"

The demon scoffed, finding the food before him increasingly delicious, his venomous heart corrupting the beauty.

"Trade my time, in exchange for the place you descend. Tudor has a great barrier that makes it difficult to descend, but the sea is a more convenient place to descend!"

Knicks gritted his teeth and slowly stood up. People around him heard his words and began to move away from him. Everyone knew who the devil was, and many people simply ran away without caring about the boat anymore.

“I don’t need you to do anything. Just sacrifice my body, and after you descend, go and kill Anne Day, kill Isabella Stuart, kill them all. Once they’re all dead, let’s see how he becomes the Queen’s consort.”

"And then there's Loran. He only dared to be arrogant because he has angel parents. He killed his mother. Let's see if he can still be so arrogant after that."

Blinded by hatred, Knicks' memories were filled with Lorraine's falling out with them because of Diane, and Lorraine's humiliation of him.

Even if he were to die, he wouldn't let Loran or Diane have an easy time!

"Disgusting, but as you wish!"

The demon, who already wanted to kill, readily agreed to Knicks's request. Immediately, a large amount of black energy surged from Knicks's body, spewing and spreading outwards.

His body sprouted dense eyes that emitted a purple light, freezing those who tried to escape in place.

(End of this chapter)