Prophet Eve, the Death of a King!

"At any time."

The raccoon's voice was as crisp and clear as a young girl's, which was quite eerie when paired with her appearance.

But there were just too many strange and unusual things in the Wizard World, and Ronan was already used to them.

The raccoon poured tea for Ronan didn't waste any words. He looked around and saw a red desk with paper and pen on it, so he quickly wrote down detailed information about the Clarity Snake.

He had gone to great lengths to obtain this opportunity to seek guidance from the most powerful Prophecy Wizard on the Pendulum of Fate, and naturally did not want the final result to be biased due to any oversight in his question.

Ronan wrote down all the characteristics of the Clarity Snake that Alazan had described to him many times on a piece of paper. He checked it over to make sure it was correct, and then handed the paper to the Raccoon Prophet.

I want it

Ronan paused, thought for a moment, and then changed his words, saying, "You, help me get this."

He changed his mind at the last minute and tried to change his "seeking clues" to directly asking the raccoon in front of him for them.

"Such an unbearable honorific title."

The raccoon sensed Ronan's hidden thoughts and muttered meaningfully, "That's not the right way to ask a question."

Ronan's expression remained unchanged; he simply looked at the other person calmly.

Fortunately, the raccoon didn't seem to say anything. He still picked up the white paper Ronan handed him. When he saw the image of the Clarity Snake that Ronan had drawn on the paper, a look that was hard to tell whether it was sadness or joy appeared in his black eyes.

Poor Igge

The raccoon stretched out its furry paw and wiped away a few tears that had been squeezed from the corner of its eye. "At least I saw something of value before I died."

Who is Igge?

Ronan asked instinctively.

The raccoon muttered in a girlish voice, "It's the last guy you called a prophet."

Ronan's eyes flickered, but he remained silent.

By this time, the raccoon had put down the paper. Emerging from its grief, it looked at Ronan and said calmly, "If nothing unexpected happens, the Alba Family should still be keeping a few of these things in their vault..."

"The Alba Family's treasure trove?"

Ronan quickly realized, "The Royal Treasury of the Life Royal Court?!"

"Yes."

Ronan frowned deeply.

This answer was far from what he had expected. He would rather the Clarity Snake existed in some ancient ruins full of dangers, so that although it would be difficult to obtain, at least there would still be hope.

However, in the present situation...

The Royal Treasury of a Wizard Empire is not open to outsiders casually.

"Rest assured."

Unexpectedly, the raccoon took the initiative to comfort him, saying, "If you are willing to follow my arrangements, it is not too difficult."

You might need to be patient and wait for the right opportunity; now is not the time.

Ronan looked at the raccoon in front of him and found that her eyes were clear and she wasn't joking.

He frowned.

He neither nodded nor shook his head, but calmly said, "I understand."

My question has been answered.

"Yes, thank you for the tea."

When the raccoon saw Ronan get up, he was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting Ronan to react this way at all.

"You're just leaving like that?"

She ran over from the other side of the oak round table and tried to tug at the sleeve of Ronan's robe with her claws.

Ronan subtly stepped aside, replying with a cool expression, "Is there anything else?"

"Aren't you curious, for example?"

The raccoon bit its lower lip. The two of them looked like a lovelorn young woman trying to win back her cold and heartless lover.

Why did I choose you?

Why should I be curious?

Ronan remained expressionless. "It's your business if you choose me."

From beginning to end, my purpose in participating in this trial was solely to seek the answer to the question I just asked you.

Now, I have achieved my goal.

The raccoon paused, then asked, "You don't believe in prophecies?"

"Whether I believe it or not, this matter is meaningless to me."

Ronan shook his head.

The raccoon's eyes gleamed, and her body began to rapidly change into various shapes right under Ronan's nose.

Skunk, owl, squirrel.

The dazzling transformation spells seemed to reflect her current mood in some way.

Finally, she stopped, coiling herself in front of Ronan as a snake covered in pink scales, her tone becoming more serious than ever before.

"Before his death, Iglipusa foresaw a massive calamity brought by the [Abyss Demon] that would inevitably shake the entire Upper Ring Continent."

In this disaster, he saw two key figures.

One of them is you.

The other is Juventus, Son of the Black Wizard King.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't speak. Instead, he sat down again at the oak round table.

It means not being a riddle maker, but finding pleasure in keeping people in suspense.

He was still interested in sitting down and having a good chat with the so-called New Prophet in front of him.

"Now, this disaster has already begun."

The girl's serious voice came from the pink snake's mouth. She picked up the quill pen Ronan had placed on the table and wrote a line of small characters on the back of the paper where the information about the Clarity Snake had just been written, "[The assassination of the king, the empire's fragmentation, the beginning of turmoil]"

Ronan frowned slightly as he looked at the small print and asked, "What do you mean by 'key figure'?"

"The person who can ultimately dictate the course of this disaster."

The pink-scaled snake flicked its snow-white tongue and said softly, "I chose you because I believe you can bring good results."

Of course, my choice might also be wrong.

The same prophecy can be interpreted differently by different people.

No one can truly see what the future holds, not even the wizard who made this prophecy.

"Your choice is most likely wrong."

Ronan shook his head. "I can't shoulder such a big responsibility, nor do I think I have the power to change the fate of the entire Upper Ring."

"At first, I also thought I was wrong."

The pink-scaled snake silently flicked its tongue and whispered, "So I took the lead in this trial of the 'Stone of Destiny'."

But now, my thinking has changed.

You possess some exceptional qualities that Juventus doesn't have.

"Think what you want..."

Ronan answered casually, then turned and asked offhand, "What was your relationship with the previous prophet?"

"Disciple."

The pink-scaled snake sighed softly, "Poor little Igge, I watched him grow up. I still remember the shy look on his face when he first stood before me."

Oh, by the way, you can call me Eve, it's one of my favorite names lately.

As for his real name, and his appearance...

A faint look of bewilderment appeared in the pink snake's eyes. "I've already forgotten."

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly.

The current prophet is the teacher of the previous prophet.

This is truly an unexpected relationship.

He had heard Alazan say that for a Prophecy Wizard, it was best not to have anyone know his name, appearance, or even his Soul Aura.

The person in front of you named Eve, not only her name, but also her voice and even the gender she portrays may be fake.

Ronan suddenly recalled the spell he had fired at the opponent outside the portal, which had mysteriously missed. He was now certain that it was the opponent's interference that had caused the problem, Prophet Eve's strength might far exceed his imagination.

Ronan stared intently at the pink serpent before him, and after a long while, he slowly said, "I really should go."

"You'd better stay here."

The Prophet Eve replied, "In the near future."

Ronan frowned.

"This is currently the most suitable place for you to cultivate in seclusion, free from outside interference, and also more suitable for you to seek the truth about the origin of everything."

The Prophet Eve looked at Ronan, her eyes clear and honest. "Whether you like it or not, you've already entered the sights of some people."

"Learn to lie low when you're weak and silently strengthen yourself; you should understand this principle better than I do."

Ronan's eyes flickered.

The Prophet Eve was right; he did indeed urgently need a period of quiet contemplation.

The results of the trials of the Stone of Destiny will inevitably cause a great stir when they are spread. Now that he has returned to the Spirit Lake, he will inevitably encounter some troubles.

Ronan for a moment, and finally spoke.

"But I have to leave now."

"I see."

The Prophet Eve spoke softly, opening her mouth to spit out a bead that emitted a faint silvery-white luster, with some almost invisible mysterious runes shimmering on its surface.

"Take this; it can open doors to any place within the Destiny Empire, and it can also bring you back."

Of course, it's just one round trip.

"Thanks."

Ronan did not refuse the other party's kindness and put away the bead that emitted a strong spatial energy fluctuation.

He held it in his hand and played with it for a while, his face showing a lot of curiosity.

This is a spatial teleportation artifact that looks quite old. The internal rune structure is exceptionally profound and complex, containing spatial inheritance knowledge that Ronan has never encountered before.

Although it is a disposable item, it is still very precious.

Ronan tried to trigger the runes within with his mental power. The silver bead automatically floated, and then bursts of spatial energy converged towards it. When it accumulated to a certain level, a silver, shimmering light gate quietly appeared in the room.

Ronan reached out to push the door open and enter, but at that moment, the Prophet Eve suddenly spoke up, "You have one more chance to prophesy death."

Aren't you going to take a look?

In this trial of the "Stone of Destiny," the best-performing wizard from each faction will have the opportunity to have a prophecy made by New Prophet —to foresee their possible "death."

This is arguably the most tempting reward for many people in this trial.

Ronan stood in front of the door, remained silent for a while, then shook his head and pushed the door open to go inside.

"Next time."

As Ronan's figure completely disappeared into the spatial portal, the pink-scaled snake on the oak round table skillfully used its tail to curl up a teacup and gently sipped it.

It sipped the hot tea in its cup, and after a moment, its eyes gradually became somewhat lost.

"Whoosh—"

When Ronan stepped out of the spatial portal, he found himself in his private Secret Realm Space located in the Spirit Lake.

"Amazing."

Ronan looked at the small silver bead in his hand and couldn't help but admire it.

This spatial teleportation effect is almost identical to that of a "door to anywhere".

Although there are certainly many limitations that I am unaware of, it is still amazing.

The private Secret Realm Space, which he hadn't returned to in a long time, appeared even more prosperous and lush than it had been before Ronan left.

Arrietty ran up to greet him with a look of surprise and delight, followed by several Dust Elf that looked like winged children, who looked timid and dared not look at Ronan too much.

"A new partner?"

Ronan looked at the Dust Elf following Arrietty like underlings with some surprise and couldn't help but ask them a question.

Arrietty nodded with considerable pride, displaying the air of a "big sister." She was about to introduce everyone to Ronan when she received instructions from Ronan.

"Tell me when we get to the new place. Now, go back and pack your things."

We're getting ready to move.

Arrietty paused for a moment, but said nothing, and hurriedly led a few of her underlings toward the castle.

There, she kept two Mermaid Shells that Ronan had left for her to keep her entertained.

Ronan's return this time was somewhat of a convenient opportunity to bring Arrietty along.

"Alazan, Alazan."

Ronan tried to call out Alazan's name in his mind, but the golden ladybug remained motionless in his Consciousness Space, still asleep.

Ronan couldn't help but sigh softly.

He has so many things he wants to discuss with Alazan about the new Prophet Eve, prophecies, and calamities, and he wants to hear his opinion.

Unfortunately, Alazan has not yet awakened from his slumber.

"I need to hurry up and practice the 'Spirit Heart Amber' technique. On the one hand, it will help me awaken Alazan sooner, and on the other hand, it will help me quickly complete the path between Level Four Wizard and Level Five Wizard."

As Ronan was thinking this, a small crack suddenly appeared in the space in front of him, and a small two-horse carriage flew out of the crack.

A small old man wearing a wizard's hat and holding a small leather whip was also sitting in the carriage.

"Oh my God, Damien, you're back!"

The old man's face immediately showed surprise when he saw Ronan.

"So many sensational things have happened at Spirit Lake recently, I swear you'll be interested."

As the old man spoke, he hurriedly pulled out stacks of parchment from the carriage behind him.

Ronan had initially thought that the major event the old man spoke of would be the trial of the "Stone of Destiny".

Unexpectedly, the first thing the other person said made him freeze in shock.

"... The Life Royal Court, the current Alba King, recently perished. It is understood that Alba King's death is highly likely related to the Ancient Wizard World Destruction Society."

Ronan immediately recalled the verse he had seen in the Prophet Eve about the beginning of the disaster—"The assassination of the king!"

His expression suddenly became unpredictable, and his eyes kept flashing.

"Call--"

A strong wind swept through the valley, bringing with it strange cries like the howling of Night Owl.

Ronan stood quietly on the inner wall of the valley, on a protruding rock cliff, gazing at the sky.

Then, two figures rushed toward him, one after the other.

His eyes flickered slightly, his gaze quickly sweeping over the handsome wizard in the dark blue robes at the head of the group, before locking onto a middle-aged man behind him whose aura was only at the late stage of level one, less than level two.

The other person had obviously seen him too, and their lips moved slightly involuntarily.

Ronan stepped forward to greet him, his eyes filled with tenderness and joy.

"Bennigo"

I had some things to do today, so I'll only post one update.