"Uncle Nigellus, while we wait, is there anything you need me to do? Or any preparations the Ninth Legion needs to make?" Velin asked.
Nigellus waved a hand, dispelling the illusion realm. Looking at Velin, he smiled and said, "You don't need to do anything. Or rather, you can prepare according to your own ideas."
"According to my own ideas?"
Hearing such an ambiguous answer, Velin could not help muttering to himself.
"Velin, I've looked into your deeds." Hearing Velin's murmur, the old man spoke gently. "You are someone skilled at creating miracles. Perhaps some unintentional action of yours will destroy this city burdened with sin."
"Nigellus is right. The unintentional actions of one Favored by Destiny often set off chain reactions that produce results everyone will notice," the young man said with a smile.
"Uncle Nigellus, Brother Zesop, you overestimate me," Velin said modestly.
Although he also believed that he was Favored by Destiny, it certainly was not as exaggerated as the two of them made it sound.
After all, his achievements today were half due to his own efforts, thirty percent due to Kyle's help, and twenty percent due to his background.
As for Guidance of Fate, naturally, that counted as part of his own efforts.
Thinking this, Velin felt somewhat ashamed, but after reconsidering, he quickly convinced himself otherwise.
After chatting for a while, Velin saw that it was getting late and rose to take his leave.
As Velin was leaving, a huge pile of magic-rich fruits suddenly appeared in his arms.
"These are..."
Seeing Velin's bewildered expression, the old man smiled kindly and said, "Take them and eat."
"But..."
Before Velin could finish, the young man interrupted him with a laugh. "Hahaha, Velin, don't worry too much about the value of these Transcendent Fruits. Nigellus has