Chapter 50: A prophecy is such a pity, you don't want to know about you...
East looked at the bard with a very complicated expression and said in a low voice, "You've finished speaking."
The bard jumped up again. "What's wrong with you? Do you really think I wouldn't dare to fight?"
Easter pinched his brow bone. "What's so special about me and Aripor? What makes you so persistent?"
The bard swept his fingertips across his harp and said with a grin, "A bard only ever seeks out the most interesting stories, the ones that can change the world the most."
East spread his five fingers and waved them at the bard. "Five days, less than five days. What do you think can happen?"
"This is our first meeting..." Easter said, glancing at Pearl. "I don't know the full story, but you should be able to find out what happened."
"As you should know, our second meeting was at the banquet on the day of my coronation. I can speak to you without reservation that it all began from the day we reunited..."
“Shut up!” the bard shouted angrily. “I’ve lost so much money! I’ve never made such a bad deal before.”
East was puzzled. "A loss? You're making things unclear. I'll at least tell you the truth."
"Ha!" the bard scoffed, his fingers twirling the strings of his harp. The platinum strings transformed into light that wrapped around his fingers, and he looked down at the ray of light.
"Hmph~" He grunted and snapped the ray of light in his hand. "Heh, interesting, haha, even more interesting than I imagined."
When he looked up, East noticed that the bard's eyes were closed, and bloody tears were flowing from them.
"Your Majesty King Felix, would you like to hear about your prophecy?" the bard asked enthusiastically, completely unconcerned about the blood on his face. "So we still have to wait! So the real show hasn't even started yet!" His voice trembled with excitement, carrying a touch of manic madness.
East felt a chill run down his spine. He realized that his decision to bring people back was a terrible one. The bard was a complete madman, a madman whose brain was inexplicably broken.
“No, I don’t like prying into fate,” Easter said, refusing.
The bard gave a soft "Hmm~", "I've never made predictions for free. You really don't want it? Aren't you afraid you'll regret it later?"
“There’s no need,” Easter said. “I’ll never be upset about it if I don’t know.”
“You are so arrogant,” the bard exclaimed, “but you suit my taste perfectly.”
The bard's sudden change of heart left Esther unsure of what expression to wear. "You know, don't you? I have a boyfriend."
The bard's harp fell to the ground with a loud crash. "Your Majesty King Felix, how dare you speak such words to me in front of you?"
Ister wasn't angered by the bard's words, but her heart skipped a beat. She stared blankly at the bard. It was impossible for people in this world to understand the bard's words based on his age, unless…
The bard reached out and picked up his little harp, patted it preciously, and then, with his eyes still closed and tears streaming down his face, made a glare at him. "Your Majesty King Felix, do you know how presumptuous your words are? Regardless of anything else, I am not one to be subservient to others."
East instinctively glanced at the other person present and met Pearl's indescribable expression.
Pearl couldn't understand how they had gotten involved in this kind of thing. Especially the bard; she had never interacted with him before and only knew he was a difficult guy, but she never expected him to be like this.
"Needless to say, I understand," Pearl said weakly. "When Arip was framed, I never considered letting him off easy."
Easter looked away, then looked back. It was one thing to have a guess, but it was quite another to have it confirmed.
Pearl waved her hand weakly, "Don't look at me, even if you do, I can't say anything."
East nodded slowly, then turned to the bard and froze.
The blood and tears on the bard's face had disappeared, along with half of his mask, which had been replaced by a black ribbon with gold lettering. Two teardrop-shaped blood-red crystals hung below his eyes, revealing more of his face. He was exquisitely beautiful beyond compare, and even the ribbon on his face only gave him a more mysterious feel. There was only one thing: he was too immature and childish, at most fifteen or sixteen years old, no more.
“You…” East was speechless for a moment.
"It's nothing," the bard said dismissively. "It's not that I'm ugly; I just find things troublesome. You wouldn't go around telling everyone, would you?"
East shook his head. "What's the point of me telling anyone?"
The bard strummed his little harp a couple of times. "I won't delve into those pointless things. If you want to know, I can 'listen' for you, but what are you willing to give in exchange? Your most valuable asset is your story. If you're willing to tell, I can 'listen' for you three things, even those related to gods!"
Easter tried his best to keep his expression straight. "You know?"
The bard smiled without saying a word, “Stories and answers both cost money; bards never do business at a loss.”
Pearl couldn't help but complain, "Your behavior is just like those shady merchants in Campbell's shop. Sometimes I wonder if you, who always talks about transactions and buying and selling, are a businessman or a bard?"
The bard glanced at Pearl sideways. "Little mermaid, don't interrupt when it's not your place." He then looked at Ister with a smile. "Your Majesty King Felix, what's your decision?"
“What would you do if I told you?” Easter asked.
"Of course it's a performance~ There will be a grand stage for this play."
“Never mind then. When I’m strong enough and the time is right, I can ask him myself.” East refused. After the conversation just now, East was 80% sure that the bard knew where he came from, but he was also certain that the bard was not from Earth. Why? Well, let’s just say it was his intuition.
“It doesn’t matter~” the bard said lightly and cheerfully, “Anyway, you’ll tell me sooner or later, you won’t refuse, you can’t refuse.” His smile grew wider and wider, making one worry that his lips might tear.
But only for a moment, and he stopped laughing, putting on an extremely unhappy expression. "Our meeting came too early, it shouldn't have happened at this time. It's all because of so many obstacles that prevented the exciting plot from unfolding ahead of time." His fluctuating emotions indicated a worrying mental state.
Ist remained silent; what the bard had said didn't sound like anything good.
“Since there are no stories to exchange, I shall be going,” the bard said, standing by the window, his robes billowing in the wind. As he took his first step, a black vortex appeared beneath his feet. “Your Majesty King Felix, I look forward to our next meeting. I hope you will be ready with your story by then.”
The wind was so strong that it blew his hood off.
"Wait..." Before Ist could finish speaking, the bard had already stepped into the vortex.
"What's wrong?" Pearl asked in surprise.
Stunned, Easter quickly composed himself. "It's nothing. It's dinner time. Would you like to have dinner together?"
Pearl ignored East's deliberate change of topic and waved her hand, "Today was too upsetting. I need to go to the deep sea to calm down. Maybe next time."
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Easter watched Pearl leave before relaxing and lying down on the soft couch, too tired to move even a finger.
"System, can you give me an explanation?" Easter communicated with the system in his mind.
The wind had just blown off the bard's hood, revealing his long, jet-black hair, a stark contrast to the various hair colors of the creatures on the continent of Lomanjier.
Of the countless possibilities, there will always be one that East hopes for.
The system materialized into a mimicry, its furry body nuzzling against East's neck. "Host, he... He's very special. He's not human, not a god. He might be even more difficult to deal with than the gods of this world. If I weren't from the Dimensional Management Bureau, he might have been able to sense my presence. You absolutely, absolutely, absolutely must not oppose him. He gives me a very, very bad feeling, extremely bad." The system's words became somewhat incoherent.
East scooped the system into his arms and patted its head reassuringly, "Don't be afraid, it doesn't seem to have much ill will towards me."
There was factual basis for Esther's statement: the bard glanced back at him the moment he left, and at that moment, the bard's voice resounded directly in his mind.
"Just a heads-up, don't die too young."
A despicable 'little man' shatters a 'miracle'
The shattered 'miracle' scattered into stars
The light of the 'miracle' was like a faint candle flame.
surviving
A despicable 'thief' attempted to steal a 'miracle'.
Cursed by the 'miracle'
The light of the 'miracle' flickered.
Nearly extinguished
A world without 'miracles' is heading towards destruction.
Irreversible
'Miracle' Reunion
It is a glimmer of hope for the world.
"It's a pity you don't want to know about your prophecy."
Apart from the bard's two sentences, the rest of the content seemed to be conveyed through thought rather than words, appearing naturally in the mind and being received quickly before anyone could think about it.
East hadn't been able to figure it out before, and now that things were quiet, it was even harder to understand. "Small man," "thief," and "miracle" all seemed to have specific connotations.
If this is to be called a prophecy, then too many of these events are likely things that have already happened; if it is not a prophecy, then the last two sentences do indeed seem like prophecies, and the last sentence is very strange, as if it was suddenly added.
The more Esther thought about it, the more his head ached. And when he thought about the bard's attitude and the obvious discrimination, his head ached even more.
East couldn't understand why he had suffered this undeserved misfortune today.
Sure enough, a nickname that is accepted by everyone is unlikely to be wrong. Should he be glad that it didn't have too wide an impact?
The system nuzzled Easter's hand, saying, "Host, we should actually listen to His prophecies. Prophecies given by an being like Him are highly likely to be related to the future of the world."
Easter sighed. "System, I've never really liked prophecies. Even if you know it's good, it might turn out bad; if you know it's bad, then no matter what happens, you can always blame it."
"The unknown is what makes it most exciting. Whether it's good or bad, you can only blame yourself."
[Host, you are right.]
The awful day has finally come to an end.
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