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Chapter 267, 266, The Trembling Half-Elf

"That's enough."

She sighed inwardly, knowing that Gu Yuan's actions, though seemingly arbitrary, actually had their own profound meaning and principles, and he would never act without a purpose.

Suddenly, she sensed a faint presence nearby, which seemed to be—a young elf.

Celia stood up and gestured to Gu Yuan and Kraft, "You two talk first, I'll go out and check the situation."

She needed to find out the source of that aura, and also get some fresh air to clear her jumbled thoughts.

Along the coast, the salty sea breeze carries the scent of ice and snow.

Seria quickly found the elven girl.

With her head full of gray hair, she sat on a huge rock, hugging her knees, gazing at the ominous dark sea in the distance, her back view thin and lonely.

Celia swept her gaze over the outline of the other person's ear.

Compared to the sharp, upright ears of pure-blooded elves, those ears appeared slightly rounder.

Half-elf?

She made a judgment immediately.

The girl seemed to notice the focused gaze behind her and turned around.

When she saw Celia, she was clearly taken aback, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes, as if she had seen something unexpected.

Then, she lightly jumped off the rocks, put her hands behind her back, and walked towards Celia with a hint of uncertainty.

In this world, some human tribes that possess magical heritage occasionally seek to mate with long-lived elves to produce offspring, in order to ensure that magic does not die out due to the short lifespan of humans.

The Vesagun was such a tribe.

Profit was a girl born amidst the high expectations of her tribe.

She perfectly inherited the magical talents and some of the longevity traits of the elves, and at only seventy years old, she mastered the precognitive magic passed down through generations of the tribe.

At this moment, as she gazed at Celia, a storm raged within her.

Why—in all the fragments of the future I've seen, has this female elf never appeared?

"Did my precognitive magic malfunction? Or is she—a variable?"

She walked up to Celia, her brow furrowed in confusion, tilted her head back, and asked softly, "Who are you?"

"Seria. Are you a villager here?"

The girl nodded.

"I came here with someone to resolve a problem."

Celia spoke naturally, as if stating a given fact, even with an air of self-righteous dominance, "Are there any larger, more private houses around here for us to stay in temporarily?"

She thought to herself that the study and discussion of related magic should not be disturbed by outsiders.

Profitt was momentarily speechless at her almost overbearing attitude.

But considering that the other party was a "guest" who came to resolve the disaster, she thought for a moment and nodded: "—Yes, there is an empty three-story building on the east side of the tribe. It is very quiet. I can take you there."

"Then lead the way."

Celia turned around without hesitation.

Prophet followed silently, repeatedly pondering the name "Selie," confirming that he had never heard of it in any premonition or legend.

Walking along the snow-covered coastline, Celia learned of Prophet's identity from a brief conversation.

A thought struck her, and she asked earnestly, "Since you can foresee the future, then tell me, will Gu Yuan—the one who came with me, the hero you speak of—successfully complete this mission?"

Compared to the flawed "precognitive dreams" she possessed herself, she hoped to obtain a more definitive answer from this orthodox prophet.

Even the slightest insight could soothe the turmoil in her heart.

A hint of confusion flashed in Profit's gray eyes as he slowly shook his head. "I don't know. The future is constantly changing. Unless one possesses the legendary, limitless foresight to see all timelines, no one can foresee the ending."

She added softly, her tone filled with longing and regret for supreme magic, "Unfortunately—that level of magic remains a realm that neither humans nor even elves can yet tread."

Celia remained silent.

The communication was fruitless, and she only learned from the other party that even those with outstanding talent would need at least thirty years to master the Vesagon tribe's precognitive magic.

Just then, the door of the wooden house not far away creaked open, and Gu Yuan stepped out.

His conversation with Kraft appears to have ended.

His light first swept over Seria, then landed on Prophet beside her. Upon learning that she was a half-elf, a thoughtful glint flashed in his eyes.

Prophet didn't understand the meaning behind his gaze; she was more concerned about the imminent crisis, so she quickly stepped forward and asked urgently, "Hero, when do you plan to act? What preparations do we need to make?"

Gu Yuan's reply was calm and brief: "Wait for the right opportunity."

Profitt froze, the vague answer failing to dispel her anxiety: "Timing? But disaster waits for no one! The sea is getting darker every day! What exactly—"

Just as she was about to ask further, Gu Yuan didn't give her the chance and said to Celia, "I need to leave for a while to make some preparations."

"Now that you have a local with you, let her take you to a place to settle down. I'll be there shortly."

He thought to himself that he should hurry up and get that specially made sealing magic item from the merchant guild.

Seeing that he was really about to leave, Prophet's anxiety grew even stronger: "Wait! Where are you going? When will you be back?"

In a moment of desperation, she instinctively stepped forward and reached out to tug at Gu Yuan's sleeve, hoping he would explain himself.

Celia, however, was not surprised by this. On the contrary, she felt that Gu Yuan's cautious and thorough preparations were worthy of her and Milia's trust.

"Don't touch him." Celia's warning came too late.

Profitt was puzzled: "Don't touch it? Does that mean he'll—"

The next second, she understood.

boom!

The explosion of the dragon's wings suddenly unfurled shattered the silence of the coast!

That wasn't a deliberate attack; it was merely the violent shockwave generated by the immense power released in that instant that sent the unsuspecting Profit flying.

With a splash, she plunged into the icy, bone-chilling seawater.

Celia looked at the gray-haired girl struggling in the seawater, then gazed at the black dot that had already disappeared into the distance in the sky, and sighed softly.

"Not only is the total amount of magic power different now, but the strength of the body is also completely different from before—"

When you're flying in the sky, it's hard to truly feel the changes in him.

She muttered to herself as she slowly walked to the shore and reached out her hand to Profit, who was coughing incessantly and looking disheveled.

Seeing the other person's soaking wet and shivering appearance, Celia felt a sense of urgency: "It seems I need to be more careful myself."

Unlike Miliearde, she was much smaller.

"—This body cannot withstand his unconscious bursts of power."

Amidst her chaotic thoughts, before her stood poor Prophet, coughing violently, salty seawater overflowing from his mouth and nose.

The cold clothes clung tightly to her body, outlining her thin frame, making her face turn blue from the cold and causing her to shiver.