Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

But what the woman said next stunned him.

“Mr. Mike, my son’s name is Typhon. He is a Sarkaz and works as a demon hunter.”

How could Mike not recognize Typhon? The little girl was carrying a giant bow that ordinary people couldn't possibly use, and she spoke to people in a precocious manner, but she was highly capable and could be of great use.

Typhon's mother was standing right in front of him?!

No, no.

Mike seemed to remember something, and a memory from the past surfaced in his mind.

Typhon is a Sarkaz and a demon hunter, both of which are true. Her only relative is a branch of the Sarkaz, the Cyclops Elchi, a renowned prophet of the Sami people.

In other words, the person in front of you is Elchi himself.

The Cyclops were not only Sarkaz, but also gave birth to a Demon King, whose crown allowed them to briefly glimpse a corner of the future.

It was for this reason that the Cyclops tribe left Kazdel and came to the remote and cold Sami Icefield.

As for what the Demon King actually saw, outsiders have no way of knowing.

"You are Ms. Elchi?"

Mike quickly got up.

He was wrong before; Elqi is not a widow, and saying that is a slander against her.

The man couldn't help but sigh inwardly; he had been too relaxed lately and had lost his original vigilance.

Mike, you can't keep doing this.

"Mr. Mike, you remember me?"

Mike laughed, "Once you enter the Sami Icefield, how many people don't know the name of the prophet Elchi?"

Aierqi said somewhat shyly, "It's all a misunderstanding by others, please don't take it to heart."

Whether it's a misunderstanding or not is not for you to decide.

Mike pulled over a chair and invited Elchi to sit down and talk.

The Cyclops was 188 centimeters tall, and the imposing presence of him when he stood up was immense.

"Thank you."

Alchi seemed to guess what Mike was thinking. She sat in a chair that was a size smaller than her, with her legs together and her hands on her stomach.

“Madam, you’ve come here to see me for more than just Little Typhon.”

As a prophet, Elchi already knew that Typhon was safe and sound, so there must be another reason why she came alone.

Mike carefully recalled everything that had just happened, and while Elchi remained silent, he was the first to laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Elchi asked, puzzled.

“I’m laughing at how coincidental fate is, Ms. Elchi. Before we begin our conversation today, I have a question I’d like to ask you.”

Mike placed his hands on the table, his ten fingers interlaced.

He looked at the Cyclops's almost expressionless face and asked briefly, "Ms. Elchi, how many times have you knocked on my office door today?"

Previously, Elchi had been able to maintain a calm expression, but when Mike raised this question, her face immediately changed.

"Mr. Mike, do you know what you're saying?"

The 188cm tall woman suddenly stood up, her composure gone, and placed her hands on the table, almost touching Mike's face.

Mike, unfazed and composed, said, “Ms. Elchi, from the moment you walked in, you knew I was here. Your first words to me weren’t self-introductions, but when I asked you a question, it seemed you already knew the answer.”

Considering your special status, all these factors combined mean that if I still can't figure out the reason behind it, you'd probably get up and leave immediately.

Mike's words deeply touched Elki's heart.

The Cyclops sat back down in his chair, looking dejected, and said something that stirred up a storm in Mike's heart.

“Mr. Mike, this is the eighth time we’ve met.”

63. Ragna, let me explain.

The eighth time?

This is the eighth time?

When Elki said these words, Mike's first reaction was to doubt that he had misheard, but considering the special circumstances of the Sami Icefield and the Cyclops' racial talents, he seemed to have no choice but to believe.

El's initial gratitude was also a way of expressing her sincerity to Mike.

After all, Typhon was in Mike's hands.

While the demon hunters are formidable fighters, they seem much more endearing compared to the terrifying Mike.

Madam, you wouldn't want Typhon to be bullied, would you?

Mike mentally scoffed and continued to ponder the information Elki had given him.

Even in Kazdel, the Cyclops's foresight was taken seriously. During the first seven meetings with Elki, although he didn't know what had happened, Mike didn't think it was anything good.

"I've experienced similar situations many times in Sami. Not every time I can run into Rhodes Island operators, and not every time can I meet you smoothly."

The additional words that Elki added later sounded like a patch.

Mike tapped his fingers lightly on the table. He brought his gaze back and said seriously, "But every time I met you, it corresponded to Sammy's misfortune, right?"

Elchi didn't answer; her expression said it all.

Typhon, Typhon, your closest kin have come to me, but not for you.

Okay, maybe you played a part in it, but the real purpose wasn't for you.

Mike said bluntly, "Let's deal with the immediate problems first, and we can talk about the later ones later."

The Cyclops, with an expression that said, "I knew you all along," replied, "In half an hour, a conflict that shouldn't have happened will occur at the entrance to the base camp. If no one stops it, Ragna will die under Typhon's giant bow."

Ragna?

How is this related to Ragna again?

Remembering what Holhaya said when she left, Mike pieced together the events leading up to him and immediately got up and ran outside.

Are you kidding me? Is this kind of thing really allowed to happen?

Ragna Toyama is a very important person to him.

As for why the fortune teller came to the headquarters, is that even a question?

They simply brought people to provide support, but an accident occurred.

As Elchi watched Mike run off quickly, she remained seated until he was completely out of sight. Then she lowered her head and murmured, "Why are you so different this time compared to before?"

……

Mike's snowmobile came to a stop almost brushing against Ragna's Originium Arts.

He looked at the tarot card stuck a dozen centimeters away and thought that if his driving skills were any worse, he could be experiencing the pleasure of electrotherapy right now.

"who are you?"

With the snowmobile positioned between the two sides, Ragna stopped what she was doing. She was less than two hundred meters away from the main force behind her, and the collapsing body, lacking effective long-range attack methods, could not prevent her from receiving reinforcements.

Mike was wearing a thick snow coat and a mask, with only his eyes showing. Unless someone actively revealed their identity, the chances of them recognizing him, even if they knew him, were virtually zero.

“Miss Ragna, please hear me out. I am not the collapse you speak of, nor am I a product of your distorted perception.”

The man jumped off the snowmobile and walked step by step toward the fortune teller.

Ragna frowned. Collapsed entities rarely exhibited such intelligence, as for cognitive distortion...

Before she could draw a conclusion, she saw the man walking towards her reach out and unbutton his snow coat, revealing the clothes he was wearing underneath.

Those are Rhodes Island uniforms!

Several months ago, when Mike met Kal'tsit in Lungmen, he asked her for this outfit. His purpose was that when he encountered something inexplicable and the stubborn operator refused to listen to him, he would wear this outfit to persuade her with his virtue.

The initial idea was simply to give myself more options, but I never expected to actually need them.

Mike hadn't worn Dr. Rhodes Island's clothes in a long time, and now that he was wearing this coat, he felt a long-lost feeling from the bottom of his heart.

For several months, he had been Mike, the owner of the auto repair shop, until now, when he has returned to being Dr. Ann of Rhode Island.

However, when Ragna saw this scene, her expression first changed to shock, then to nostalgia, and then to deep-seated hatred.

She had considered countless possible outcomes, but she never imagined things would turn out this way.

The doctor is a source of eternal pain in her heart, and the collapsed figure in front of her has actually become the person she has always admired.

Damn.

Unable to contain her rage, the prophet Ragna flipped through several tarot cards between her fingers. Her face was grim, and without uttering a word, she flicked her fingers toward Mike, who was not far away, and the tarot cards flew straight toward him.

When Mike saw this, he didn't do much. The cold north wind blew up his Rhodes Island doctor's coat and his gray hair.

The man sighed deeply. He knew things would turn out this way. Ragna would not listen to his explanation easily. She had already prejudicially assumed they were all collapsing entities, but the real collapsing entity was not behind her.

Mike shouted, "Ragnar, if I can get to you, give me a chance, okay? Just like I've heard your divination interpretations, you should hear mine too."

Without waiting for Ragna's response, he stepped forward to face the tarot cards projected by the fortune teller.

The fortune teller prepared many cards, which contained her Originium Arts, and released them when they flew into the air.

Suddenly, thunder roared across the snow-covered plain, and thunder rumbled in the low sky.

Mike walked relentlessly through the raging lightning, each step he took covering a distance, precisely wedging himself between the landing points of each tarot card.

Then, Ragna and the rest of the team who were watching from behind witnessed a scene that left them speechless.

Amidst the raging thunder on the snowy plains, Mike casually weaved into Ragnar's Originium Arts as if on a leisurely outing.

The energy of the dozen or so tarot cards was exhausted, the thunder gradually subsided, and Mike was already standing in front of Ragnar.

"Yuanshan, are you willing to listen to my explanation now?"

The answer he received was the last tarot card that Ragna flicked from between her fingers.

The card landed squarely on Mike's chest, as expected.

"Who are you?"