Chapter 74 Destiny is everywhere! (Seeking monthly tickets and recommendations)

No one can go against the arrangement of fate?

After hearing this, Virgil's face was full of admiration.

This guy is so awesome. He puts all the blame on fate.

Was it fate that made you fall headfirst into the chest of the Great Saint? So fate is the best shield.

If you say so, then why should we work so hard? Fate cannot be defied, so we might as well just lie down and wait for death. At least we can live a more relaxed life in the last moments of our lives.

Christian was so angry that he almost laughed.

She didn't know how she suppressed the anger in her chest and didn't crush the man to pieces.

Is it because of the identity of a prophet?

Or did he kill Hermann and solve the tumor in her heart that had never been removed? In any case, she was lucky to be alive, but now he actually put all the responsibility on fate?

What he meant was that this was fate and it wasn't his fault?

"Are you trying to say that this is all destined?" Christian said in a cold voice.

Ron smiled slightly: "Destiny is everywhere."

"So, did fate tell you that you would die today?" Christian's eyes drooped slightly.

The temperature in the room dropped instantly.

Everyone in the room looked terribly pale.

Gerald wanted to persuade them that it was just an accident, but the invisible pressure made it impossible for anyone to speak.

Ron didn't answer. He just stretched a little, still with a mysterious smile on his face. He walked slowly to the table, poured a glass of water, and moistened his dry throat.

He felt that it was becoming more and more comfortable.

Although he seemed to be facing a fatal threat, Christian only talked about it and did not take any direct action. Ron already knew that his life would be safe for the time being.

"Irelia, can you prepare something to eat for me? I'm a little hungry." Ron said gently.

Irelia looked at Ron and the Great Saint beside her with a complicated expression. After a brief hesitation, she finally turned around and left with Cecilia.

Seraphina's little hand fell on the hilt of the sword. Although she was no match for the Great Saint, she definitely did not want to see Ron, who had just woken up, being killed.

At this moment, Ron spoke again: "I will die, but not now."

"You don't have to do anything. In a dozen days, I will die in Larnaca." Ron said softly, "I will be buried in the ruins along with this city!"

Gerald looked gloomy.

He had already known Ron's prophecy from Virgil, and this was an outcome that Gerald could not accept.

Christian raised his eyebrows. As a prophet, how could he remain so calm when seeing the date of his own death?

Although Ron's strength is not that great, his character is not much inferior to that of a legendary master.

"You know a lot of things?" Christian didn't realize that his urge to kill Ron had subconsciously decreased a lot: "You knew you would be unconscious and that I would appear here?"

The first time he saw her, he called out the name Christian...but Christian was very sure that she had never seen this man before.

Ron kept smiling: "A prophet is not omniscient. I only know what I know."

The slightly strange way of answering made Christian feel that this man was even more mysterious.

Christian frowned tightly, and after a brief hesitation, she straightened her clothes, combed her long hair, and sat opposite Ron.

A beauty is a beauty, even if she is a little messy, she still exudes charming charm.

Seeing this scene, Gerald and Virgil knew that Ron's life was saved.

Virgil's admiration was beyond words.

Look, what is a master?

This is the true master.

Even a saint of Christian's level could be dealt with in just a few words. When will he be able to have such ability?

"Where is your soul?" Christian asked. She was very sure that just before being desecrated, Ron's body was empty and there was no soul.

But now, this man appeared in front of him vividly again, and his soul suddenly returned.

Christian had never experienced anything quite like it.

Ron smiled and stretched out his hand to draw a horizontal line in front of him: "This is the past, the middle is the present, and the front is the future."

Nonsense, no matter how profound, how unfathomable, how to scare people! "In this short period of time, my soul has moved from the middle to the front, so you naturally cannot sense my soul in the middle."

Christian's handsome eyes narrowed slightly. "You mean, during the ten days you were in a coma, your soul went to the future?"

Ron's breathing stagnated slightly. Damn, did it take ten days to enter the Soul Ferry this time?

He clearly felt that it didn't take long.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

It seems that I need to pay more attention to the illusion of time in the future.

Ron remained noncommittal and did not answer Christian's question, but that attitude basically constituted his agreement.

Christian seemed a little unconvinced: "I am a little curious, in the future, have you seen my existence? What is my fate? When will I die?"

"Are you sure you want to know?" Ron glanced at Christian. "Believe me, knowing when you will die is not a happy thing. Although you can try to change your fate, it is in vain. Even the blasphemer Archibald could not change his fate. Do you believe you can do it?"

Inadvertently, Ron revealed a very important piece of information... The blasphemer Archibald once tried to change his fate.

This news made Ron's image even more majestic.

Christian and Gerald looked at each other secretly, and could see the shock in each other's eyes. Although there were detailed records about Archibald in history books, it seemed that there were still many unknown secrets.

"I'm sure." Christian lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Is that so?" Ron took another sip of tea and then slowly said, "Don't worry, I'll still see you in the future."

"Never mind. Although it goes against fate to make the future public, I'll consider it as compensation to you."

"Don't go to...Patridge's tomb." Ron wanted to say Archibald's tomb, but when he thought that in this world, Archibald's existence had been replaced by Partridge, he changed his words temporarily.

"As long as you don't enter Partridge's tomb, you can stay alive. Otherwise... you will be killed by Partridge."

The expression on Christian's face was beyond description. Why did she want to go to the tomb of Saint Partridge? She was not idle.

The most important thing is that Patridge had died a long time ago. How could she suddenly appear and even kill her? Not only Christian, Gerald, Virgil and others looked at each other in bewilderment, but the information revealed by Ron was even more shocking.

"That's impossible. Saint Partridge has already..."

"Believe me, he is still alive." Ron's smile became more mysterious. "And you will definitely step into Partridge's tomb. This is fate, and no one can change it."

Not far from Ron's house, a bright light suddenly burst out from the cloudy eyes of an old man with white hair and beard.

His lips were trembling and his face was filled with extreme anger.

I heard footsteps behind me. It was Irelia and Cecilia who had just gone out to prepare food.

There was no particularly delicious meal prepared. Irelia held a bowl of porridge in her hand, and Cecilia had only a few pieces of soft bread in her hand.

Ron had been sleeping for ten days and had just woken up, so he was not suitable for hard or greasy food.

When she saw the old man at the door, Irelia showed a little surprise on her face: "Huh? Father Abraham? What are you doing here?"

Chapter 2 is here. If you have tickets, please give them to me. I’m so sleepy. I’m going to sleep now.

(End of this chapter)