Half an hour later.

Gerald put on his clothes and sat beside Oliver's bed, his hands folded on his chest, looking a little reserved.

No wonder.

According to the diary, Gerard was a very shy and simple young man.

He was like a man who was born to work hard for the purpose of "forging". His mind was basically blank except for how to forge better.

Apart from his job, he is really like a blank sheet of paper, so pure that people can't bear to look at him.

However, in contrast, his talent in forging is incredibly high.

Otherwise, Bai Ling wouldn't have come to him specifically.

And now, this person who will truly come to the fore in the next few months is staring at Bai Ling with an indescribable look.

He rubbed his fingers together and said to Bai Ling in a slow but firm tone: "How...how did you know?"

This sentence is somewhat incoherent.

If it were anyone else, it would probably be difficult to understand what Gerrard is talking about.

But Bering was different.

Under the rolling waves, he had accurately found Gerrard's key and pain points.

Drawing some traces in the air with his fingers, Bai Ling said with a smile: "Please introduce yourself."

"I am one of the teachers who came to participate in the exercise this time. I am a partner independent of the Countermeasures Bureau."

Upon hearing this, Oliver's son was slightly startled: "Partner? Are you... the one who calls himself the 'prophet'?"

prophet?

Hearing the name, Oliver glanced at his son and said, "George, explain clearly, what prophet?"

Oliver's son, George Wells, looked at Bering and said uncertainly, "I heard that there is an organization that has been active in the East recently. It seems to be called... 'Daylight'? This organization and the Countermeasures Bureau seem to have reached an alliance, and the leader of the organization seems to call himself 'the Prophet'."

George said this with his hands folded, but there was a strong distrust in his eyes.

But old man Oliver was not so resistant.

He just looked at Bai Ling thoughtfully, then stroked his chin: "Prophet...Interesting."

"In mythology, prophets are people who hide behind the scenes and give advice to kings and heroes," he said. "Laocoon, Tiresias, Prometheus, all those who have foresight are people who stole fire from heaven, and they will all be tempered and blamed by the gods."

He looked at Bai Ling meaningfully: "You call yourself a prophet, and you stir up the river of fate. What price did you pay?"

Hearing this, the smile on Bai Ling's face remained unchanged.

He said calmly: "It's just some insignificant compensation."

"What's more, the path of fate is as winding as the stars, and the lonely stars are shining. I am just standing on the beach, watching the stars in the sky, and picking out the most anticipated clouds and stars from them, paving them into a red carpet movement, holding a staff to add a crown of glory and honor to those who walk on the thorny road."

Looking at Gerard with a determined look, Bai Ling said softly: "Compared to their amazing talents, I just observed from the side, and wrote down the results and presented them to them in advance, so that they can avoid some detours, that's all."

Bai Ling pointed his fingers at his eyes and chuckled. "After all, the so-called prophets are just ordinary people who can see farther. It's just that compared to you, the veil of fate is a little more transparent in my eyes, and my vision is also farther."

"Besides, shouldn't Mr. Oliver be very aware of this?"

Bai Ling pointed to the book in his hand, or more precisely, to the letter he had tucked inside the book: "If I didn't know something in advance, how could I bring this book to you?"

Oh.

Hearing this, Oliver uttered a "tsk".

"You're really mysterious," he said. "Just like that old guy Wu Dayou, you two are the type who won't reveal the key answers unless it's a crucial moment or there's no benefit."

Oliver stroked the cover of the book with deep eyes.

This is also the reason why he did not have absolute doubts about Bai Ling's identity like his son did.

You know, what is written on the letter paper will not lie.

When he saw the letter, even Oliver was a little surprised, and he had a vague understanding of Bering's "prophetic" ability.

How should I put it, it's very interesting.

Thinking this in his heart, he patted his disciple on the back and said, "Go."

Hearing his words, Gerard was slightly startled.

He turned to look at his teacher, not knowing what this meant.

Noticing his disciple's stupidity, Oliver said unhappily, "Don't you want to know why this guy was able to solve the problem that has troubled you for so long?"

"He has already made it very clear. He just wants you to help him for a while. Otherwise, he probably won't tell you a word."

After groaning for a while, the old man said, "Yeah, there's no such good thing in the world. The old guy Wu Dayou is the same. He usually takes out a few carrots, which makes my donkey-like old friends' eyes light up when they see them, and then they stick their butts up and follow him. Humph, you guys are all the same."

Patting his shoulder, Oliver sighed, "And to be honest, I feel like something is not right lately."

"Monsters are coming out in groups like rabbits. There used to be a strict family system, but now many alien species are popping up that were not found in the past. It seems that times have really changed."

Putting the book aside, Oliver looked at Bering, his eyes gradually becoming serious: "Young man."

"You call yourself a 'prophet', which I am actually half-believing now. However, since you have said so, it means that you will be pulling the strings of the stage in the turbulent and strange era that is coming, manipulating others like puppets."

"I don't know if you can understand the meaning of this, but I think you probably need to understand that your enemies are not just delicate porcelain that can only watch from the sidelines. They can also think, get agitated, and even take all possible means to break your annoying predictive ability. I believe you have probably already experienced some of this in advance."

The old man sighed and said, "Although the power of prediction is very powerful, it does not mean that it is impeccable. If it is separated from observation, then all predictions will be like the reflection of moonlight in a pond, which will be crushed into a pool of clear water after a slight touch."

Looking at Oliver, the smile on Bering's face gradually faded.

He nodded and said solemnly: "I understand."

He knew this all too well.

The ability to predict the future is not absolutely flawless. If it exists independently of observation, then predicting the future will be infinitely compressed.

For example... the former witch "Tartarus"! This is an independent existence beyond prediction.

Even Bai Ling's invincible sea of ​​consciousness could only hold out for less than three seconds in front of the expanding bone gate.

If the witch herself had not yet reached such a level, it would have been difficult for Bai Ling to defeat her.

Not to mention that "Tartarus" is merely a creation of the gods, not a god, or even the "origin".

If the giant in the prison climbs out, or if the Origin reaches this land, will Bering's foresight still be invincible? Probably.

After all, Bai Ling's abilities are unlimited.

But it would take time to settle. Without enough time, Bering's prediction could not be extended at all.

Therefore, it is necessary to gather enough talents and grasp the intelligence and advantages in advance.

Thinking of this, Bai Ling's eyes flickered again as he looked at Gerard.

The old man finally made up his mind: "Let's do this!"

He patted his disciple on the back, his eyes and eyebrows became kinder: "Take this guy who knows nothing but forging to your side. Teach him well and teach him what he should learn. I believe this should not be too difficult for you."

"I don't expect him to achieve much in the future. I will be satisfied if he can be similar to the Gerrard you 'see'."

Isn't this too much to ask for? In the sea of ​​consciousness, Bai Ling couldn't help but roll his eyes.

You have no idea how outstanding your future disciple will be.

But he said nothing.

Are you kidding? Someone sent you gold, is Bai Ling mentally ill to use words to shut them up? And the old man hadn't finished speaking yet.

After that, it’s time to really pay attention.

As expected, the old man said again: "It just so happens that I need to be busy compiling the posthumous work of old man Wu Dayou. And the situation in Western Europe...has not been very good recently. You and the Countermeasures Bureau are in a cooperative relationship. Even if I don't trust you, I trust Director Wang of the Countermeasures Bureau."

"I'm relieved to send Gerard to your side," he said, "but this does not mean that Gerard will join you."

Oliver looked at Bailing and said seriously, "I have a condition. Only if you agree to this condition, will I accept your previous request. Even if you didn't mention it, I will help you solve it."

Bering looked at Oliver.

After a moment, he smiled faintly and said, "I understand."

"I will bring Gerard back for the trial in half a year," he said, "and I will come along in person at that time."

"It was also my idea to let Gerard survive the trial."

Hearing this, Oliver smiled with relief.

"As expected, even if you are not a prophet, at least you have the ability to read minds. It is convenient to talk to you without going into details."

He pointed his finger in the direction of Bai Ling and said, "I feel more relieved now. Gerald is too innocent. It might be better for him to have someone like you who can see through many things with him than for him to stay with me."

"Then I look forward to seeing you again in half a year," Oliver said. "By then, if Gerard doesn't become better, don't blame me for scolding you harshly."

Bai Ling smiled back: "Of course."

The two of them reached a balance tacitly.

Oliver's son George and his disciple Gerald were looking at the two men blankly.

Why does it feel like these two people talked about something, but it also feels like they didn’t talk about anything? This is the benefit of chatting with a guy who can predict the future.

Qi Guang probably deeply agrees with this point.

Sometimes, he would just have an idea, and Bai Ling next to him would complete the idea in the same way as in a discussion, and it would be very consistent with Qi Guang's own point of view, and it would even seem as if he was completing it himself.

How should I put it? It felt like I was having a conversation with Bai Ling, my future self and the other three of us. It was very interesting.

Oliver probably feels this way now.

So it actually seems that they didn't talk much, but in fact, they have talked about almost everything they needed to talk about.

After pushing Gerard, Oliver was in a rare good mood: "Okay, get out of here."

"You should follow that guy over there and come back to see me in half a year," he said. "Don't worry about me. I will not die before I complete my goal. I have to live for at least 20 to 30 years, so get out of here."

Gerard was pushed and looked at Oliver at a loss: "Teacher..."

He looked a little hesitant, as if he wanted to ask Bering, but because he was reluctant to leave Oliver, he stood there hesitantly.

At this time, George next to him stood up and patted Gerrard on the shoulder.

"Listen to your teacher," George said, "You really should go out and take a look."

"Until now, you've done nothing but swing a hammer around naked, and you've never even talked to a girl. This is not okay, Gerald."

George said earnestly, "Let's not talk about anything else, you should at least have a girlfriend, right? You are the only one in your family now. If your family is cut off, how can I explain to your father who passed away earlier?"

"So go out and meet some girls. If you see any you like, try to chase her. You are so good, so there will probably be a lot of girls who like you. Don't hang yourself on the same tree all day. That woman is not worth it. You understand? It's not worth it."

Standing nearby and listening, Bai Ling felt his face twitching from tension.

"It turns out that the future Gerald Harold will become a love-brained person, and it began to show from this time."

Bailing remembered that there was an interesting comment about Gerard in the diary.

[Although as a forger, 'Fire of Molten Iron' is very good. But as a man, Gerald Harold can be said to be a failure. ]

[His pursuit of love can almost be described as pathological. As long as he sees the guy he likes, he will devote everything he has without hesitation. At the same time, his love is humble, just like a person with extremely low self-esteem. During the process of falling in love, he will always worry whether his partner will leave him. He wants to firmly fix himself on his partner, making his lover overwhelmed.]

[Due to this morbid relationship, although Gerard is very good, he has never found a lifelong partner. Although he is very attentive to every relationship, it is precisely because of his excessive attentiveness that he is heartbroken and looks haggard when his lover leaves him.]

[However, he still persevered in falling in love, getting hurt, and finally leaving his heart riddled with holes.]

In short, this guy is a complete love-brain.

This is why Bering said before that the geniuses in Western Europe all have some serious brain problems.

Gerald Harold probably did have some mental problems.

Maybe it has something to do with his abilities?

Although the fire breath of Hephaestus is powerful, what can we say about the original deity, the god of forging himself...

I have been cuckolded many times.

So in Gerard's case, perhaps it was because he was worried about his lover's betrayal that he tried his best and made others feel a heavy burden.

He's obviously a pretty good guy.

With a sigh, Bai Ling looked at Gerard and thought to himself: 'Why not introduce him to Ding Yan.'

Let’s see if Ding Yan can bring this guy closer to the world of the second dimension.

The love brain in the three-dimensional world is a headache, the two-dimensional world should be a little better...

Just make sure he doesn't get tied to the ceiling with a rope and shout "Goodbye three-dimensional world, I'm going to live a beautiful two-dimensional life."

Bai Ling thought so in his heart.