At this time, Moratti looks like a dedicated Butler.
He stood on the edge of the pool, with one palm covering his lower abdomen and the other hand across his chest.
There is also a white bath towel hanging on the arm across the chest.
His attitude made Ding Dan a little uncertain.
Everything seemed a little different from what he thought.
At this moment Ding Dan is carefully savoring what Moratti just said.
"The identity is false, but the prophecy is true."
"What does he mean?"
Since Ding Dan was unsure of Moratti's state at this time, it was difficult for him to ask too many questions.
Fortunately, Moratti seemed to see Ding Dan's concerns.
He said calmly:
"It all started before the city was founded."
"At that time, there was a prophecy in the clan that a great king would appear in Future hell."
"This great king will be recognized by the will of hell and help countless lives in hell to be saved."
"My father, Shock Moratti, was the High Priest of the royal family at that time."
"Because I've lived so long, I can't remember how many years ago this happened."
"I only know that I was just an ignorant child at that time."
"Then my father began to train me according to the requirements of a king's servant."
"He told me, Future I will become that great king's attendant."
Hearing this, Ding Dan interjected with some confusion:
"Then what do you mean by the transaction you just mentioned?"
Faced with Ding Dan's question, Moratti's tone remained calm.
If you put him in a black tuxedo, he would really look like Butler.
He did not look at Ding Dan, but looked straight ahead at the edge of the pool.
It was as if he was on guard against something.
Regarding Ding Dan's question, he did not answer it immediately, but continued on by himself:
"Until one day when I became an adult, my father disappeared mysteriously."
"Through secret investigation, I learned that my father was executed on the order of the great king at that time."
"The reason is that he tampered with the prophecy privately."
"This is the transaction you just asked about."
This time Ding Dan just nodded slightly and did not try to interrupt Moratti's words.
There was no expression on Moratti's face, and he seemed to be talking about an insignificant matter.
"My father left a secret message to me, asking me to come to this location to build the city of Moratti."
"At the same time, he also explained the contents of the transaction in his last words."
At this point, Moratti's expression changed slightly.
His tone also became passionate.
"The last words told me that an outsider had made a private deal with my father."
"That is to replace the great king in the prophecy."
"The person appointed by this outsider will succeed the king."
"And before the great king in the prophecy was born, the outsider had already wiped out his entire clan."
"And during this time period, the prophecy has already been promoted by the royal family for dozens of hundreds of years."
"All efforts are made knowing that they will have a savior who will save them."
"And this savior is now you."
After listening to Moratti's story, Ding Dan roughly understood what happened.
The general meaning is that there was a prophecy in the past.
A savior was prophesied to appear.
So the members of the royal family thought they had seen the light of day, so they publicized this prophecy.
After decades of campaigning, this prophecy spread throughout hell.
All hell creatures know that Future will give birth to a great king to save them.
As for how to save it, Ding Dan has an idea in mind.
It is nothing more than leading these hellish creatures out of this difficult environment.
However, someone plans to intercept the final fruit.
This person reached a private deal with High Priest in an attempt to tamper with the prophecy.
Clearly, this man has done it.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be here.
But there is a contradiction in this.
That's why Shock Moratti believed the outsider's words.
After all, for that High Priest, the prophecy has been confirmed, so there is no need to replace him midway.
This is of no benefit to him.
And it also involves taking huge risks.
Thinking of this, Ding Dan was just about to ask this question.
Moratti answered first:
"And one of the bargaining chips in the deal is for me to quickly become a god."
"As for the others, I don't know."
Hearing this, Ding Dan narrowed his eyes.
Then he followed Moratti's words and continued:
"So after you became a god, you built this city here to wait for my arrival?"
Moratti nodded slightly.
"Exactly."
"The purpose of building this city here is to wait for your arrival."
"Then help you become the true Lord of Hell."
Ding Dan took a deep breath and then walked out of the water.
After being nourished by a large amount of water, he no longer felt thirsty like before.
Moratti hurriedly handed over the bath towel that had been hanging on his arm.
But Ding Dan didn't pick it up.
His skin was absorbing the droplets of water hanging on him.
In just a moment, those water drops disappeared.
These water drops were naturally absorbed into his body.
Ding Dan is still skeptical about Moratti's words.
It's not that he's suspicious by nature.
After all, it was just Moratti's one-sided statement.
In this unfamiliar place, it's always good to be careful.
Although Moratti's words are somewhat logical.
Thinking of this, Ding Dan chuckled and said:
"Take me for a walk around the neighborhood?"
Hearing this, Moratti bowed slightly and said:
"As you wish."
The two of them left the palace and went to the backyard.
There is a plantation in the backyard.
There are several slaves busy among them at the moment.
There is a bucket beside them.
At this time, they were using a ladle to scoop water from the bucket to water the plants.
Ding Dan squinted his eyes and recognized those plants at a glance.
The plants grown in this plantation are tobacco leaves.
"Using precious water to water tobacco leaves?"
"You seem to like smoking?"
Ding Dan pointed at the tobacco leaves and smiled at Moratti.
Moratti shook his head slightly, and then explained calmly:
"This is for you too."
Hearing Moratti's words, Ding Dan was stunned.
Before he could speak, Moratti continued:
"Each slave only needs one hundred milliliters of water a day to sustain life."
"Growing this tobacco leaf requires about five liters of water per square meter per day."
"This plantation has been in existence for more than ten years."
"I can only infer the approximate time of your arrival, so I only prepared these ten years in advance."
As he spoke, he raised his finger and pointed at a warehouse-like building next to the plantation and continued:
"What is stored in this warehouse is the tobacco leaves grown in the past ten years."
"They have all been dried, you can use them with confidence."