A fantastical journey across the heavens, beginning with the Witcher.

Seeing Li De make such a casual wish, Olivia frowned, her tone tinged with worry:

"Aren't you afraid it will exploit loopholes in its language? For example, it says it will deliver your mount to you, but it doesn't say how. What if it just falls from the sky and hits you on the head? It also doesn't say whether it will be alive or dead..."

Li De's tone was calm and confident. "Odim is a guy with a really bad sense of humor. He can spend hundreds of years tormenting a target he likes."

"It is also very greedy, and before achieving its true purpose, it never hesitates to offer some insignificant favors to lure others."

"Moreover, he does need my help, so naturally he wouldn't resort to underhanded tactics in such a matter."

"Then why don't you make a more meaningful wish?"

The sorcerer community is always shrewd and adept at comparing costs and benefits. The female sorcerer felt it was a waste for Li De to waste a free wish.

Li De disagreed.

"So you're not suited to dealing with demons. If I want to go somewhere safe, I can just ask you to open a portal. As for asking for new magical gadgets, wishes may be free, but that doesn't mean gadgets are free."

"That's what makes Odim so difficult. An ordinary person would pay 1 crown without hesitation for a reward of 10000 crowns, but it wouldn't... Even for a payment of 1 crown, it would try to find ways to set up small traps. This is the tacit understanding between us."

The sorceress remained silent for a moment, her reason and curiosity locked in a fierce struggle.

What exactly does Odim want from the Witcher? And why is the Witcher so adamantly refusing to agree?

Ultimately, curiosity prevailed.

"What exactly does it want from you?"

"If you know I won't answer, then don't ask."

Li De removed the water pouch, took a sip, and swallowed the spicy drink with a faint aroma of strong liquor.

That's right, they mixed alcohol into the water.

This was inspired by stories of medieval sailors' voyages. Witchers are similar to sailors, often "drifting" in desolate environments. Clean water is a scarce resource, and mixing it with strong liquor can purify the water and prolong its spoilage time.

"You stingy person."

The female elf continued eating her meat while muttering to herself. Before she had even taken two bites, she remembered Odim's warning.

"It says we should change direction. Are you planning to change direction?"

"Won't."

"for……"

Don't ask why.

Olivia was interrupted before she could finish her question. She pouted in dissatisfaction, then pretended that Li De was the meat skewer in her hand and began to bite into it viciously.

"I'll bite you to death! I'll bite you to death! I'll make you a riddle teller! A lifelong bachelor who'll never find a wife!"

Are you insulting me?

Li De couldn't read minds, but he could easily discern the sorceress's inner thoughts from her micro-expressions.

"No...no, you saved my life, how could I scold you?"

Olivia squinted, looking somewhat guilty.

Li De found it quite interesting.

When they first met, she would use her wits and even seduce him with her body; but after they got to know each other, she would often act like a child.

It's quite a contrast...

"Let me tell you a story, one that my mentor, Vesemir, told me."

The female elf immediately puffed out her chest, adopting a senior's posture: "Kid! Elves live three times longer than humans, and warlocks live several times longer. Your mentor might not even be as old as me."

"Vesemir is the oldest living witcher, over two hundred years old."

The female elf wilted and quietly shrank back, continuing to eat meat, but still stubbornly maintained her composure.

"I simply respect the life experience of the elderly."

Li De began his story: "Once upon a time, there was a vicious dragon that liked to sleep on treasures. One day, a prophet found it and gave a prophecy that it would die at the hands of a warrior ten years later."

"The dragon was terrified, so it decided to hide in a deserted place. Before leaving, it plundered the capital of a kingdom and fled to the far north with a large amount of treasure."

"Coincidentally, this capital city was the warrior's hometown, so the warrior embarked on his journey and found the evil dragon ten years later, successfully avenging his hometown elders."

"Vesemir's conclusion is: third-rate prophets see a vague future, second-rate prophets see a precise future, and first-rate prophets don't see the future at all."

"The future is full of countless possibilities and is uncertain, but the moment you know the prophecy, the uncertain becomes certain. Like a small insect caught in a spider's web, the more it tries to escape, the more tightly it gets entangled."

"Odim has the best prophetic abilities, so I don't follow what it says."

Olivia was thinking seriously.

Although she was young and inexperienced, it didn't mean she was stupid. On the contrary, she was very smart, smart enough to become an excellent sorcerer at the age of thirty even without a mentor.

After pondering for a long time, she slowly shook her head: "No, what if Odim predicted that you would reject it? What if in the future it saw you would have changed direction anyway, but it just so happened to exploit your rebellious nature, making you not change direction and fall into its trap?"

"Congratulations, you've discovered Odim's true purpose."

Li Dezhen was taken aback and couldn't help but applaud and cheer.

"That's why I hate dealing with it. Every time it appears, I'm stuck in an endless cycle of 'I predicted it, it predicted my prediction, I predicted it predicted my prediction...' which is like falling down a rabbit hole."

"Then what are you going to do?"

Olivia twisted her slender, white fingers together, deeply worried.

"Of course we should ignore it. Changing direction or not, each option has a one-in-five probability. If you add the pattern of mutual prediction, it becomes an infinite number of one-in-five multiplications. Odim is not so powerful that he can see countless futures."

"In other words, as long as I leave it alone, I'll always have a 50% win rate."

After saying that, Li De handed the water pouch to the sorceress and found a comfortable spot by the tree roots to go to sleep.

Olivia frowned, her mind a complete mess: "What do you mean? I don't quite understand."

"That's right, you didn't understand. I was just talking nonsense."

Li De chuckled and patted his chest.

"It's quite cold at night, do you want me to hold you while you sleep?"

The sorceress, her face flushed with anger after being tricked, gritted her teeth and said, "If I weren't afraid of being tracked down by the Wild Hunt, I would have struck you dead with a bolt of lightning, you bastard."

The Witcher sighed sadly, his expression as if his good intentions had been betrayed by a heartless woman.

"Sigh, you don't appreciate my good intentions. I'm helping you escape Odim's scheme. The more you think, the easier it is to fall into the trap. Why don't you understand this?"

"Go to hell, you bastard!"

Olivia angrily threw the wooden stick into the fire, then curled up under a big tree and went to sleep.