Chapter 974 [Viewpoint] Either being arranged or being arranged
Xiaoqian, being held by her hand, could only follow behind her.
The two walked in silence, neither of them uttering a word.
In Morataya's view, there was no way to bring this guy into the church, so there was no need to explain too much to him; just going through the motions to let him get his bearings should be enough.
After thinking for a moment, she turned to look at the quiet young boy, slightly surprised, and asked, "Don't you want to leave here?"
The boy paused for a moment, then turned to look at her, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, which were as bright as the moon.
"Leave here?" he asked softly, then lowered his eyelashes slightly, a faint smile curving his lips, but his tone held no real joy. "Where can I go after leaving here?"
Morataya blinked and asked again, "You don't want to go back to them?"
"No," the boy answered without hesitation.
This surprised Morataya, who looked at him with a hint of inquiry in her eyes.
Surely this guy can't be someone who looks gentle and cute on the outside but is actually cold on the inside, right?
"What did the Godfather say to you?"
Molataya suddenly recalled the day he was brought back, when the godfather told her to leave first while he stayed behind, so she tentatively asked.
Upon hearing this, the young man looked at her, his eyes crinkling into a gentle smile.
Morataya understood.
She nodded, and pulled him along as they continued strolling around the island, chatting occasionally.
"There is indeed a profound reason." Liu Qingyao rested her chin on one hand, squinting as she looked at the screen.
Bertrand pursed his lips and retorted, "Can't you tell from the end of my clip?"
Liu Qingyao: "I could tell, but I felt the timing wasn't right."
He paused, then tilted his head suspiciously at Bertrand: "So, were you asleep or not?"
Bertrand yawned, shifted his position in Gin's arms, and pointed at Liu Qingyao, saying, "You're just jealous that I have a cushion."
Koto Doll Cushion Wine: "..."
Liu Qingyao: "...?"
He widened his eyes slightly and reached out to put his arm around Qianzhu's shoulder. "You're just jealous that I'm sitting with Qianye-kun!"
Bertrand: "..."
Qianzhu interrupted their "mutual harm" with a calm expression.
...
When Morataya first visited Xiao Ye and the others, she secretly slipped a communication crystal into his bag so she could contact him whenever she needed to, and tease him.
With the tasks already distributed to the members below, Morataya, seemingly having nothing else to do, took out her communication crystal and contacted Xiao Ye.
After a moment, the call connected, and then Xiao Ye's tender and adorable voice came through the crystal.
"who?"
Morataya chuckled softly, "It's me, darling~"
Xiao Ye paused for a moment, then her tone suddenly became strange, "Oh, it's you."
Taking advantage of his blindness, Morataya rolled her eyes and said sullenly, "Honestly, why the tone? Don't you miss me after all this time?"
"Get lost." Xiao Ye blurted out the word directly, then slammed the phone down.
Morataya: "..."
Wow, this cheap little brother is anything but cute when he's with her! So mean!
She rolled her eyes in exasperation.
Just then, a call came in from the Godfather. Morataya quickly composed herself and answered, "Godfather? What's wrong?"
"Come here for a moment."
R's magnetic and gentle voice instantly calmed Morataya's still somewhat agitated emotions.
“Okay.” Morataya replied, got up and left the room, heading to the top floor of the church.
She knocked on the door and then pushed it open to enter.
A refined young man with blond hair and blue eyes sat behind a desk, on which were some books and writing implements.
Morataya walked quietly to the table.
R looked up at her and gestured for her to sit down first.
After the girl sat down, he smiled and said, "Behrfinger has been here before, hasn't he?"
“Yes, I also saw Nathaniel and the others.” Morataya nodded, paused, and looked at R, asking, “What happened to him?”
R smiled, holding a red pen and making a few annotations in a book. As he wrote, he said, "In about two years, he will reappear here and ask you for help."
Upon hearing this, Morataya was instantly stunned, her brows furrowing in astonishment. "Two years later? Isn't he a magician? Why would he need help from a witch like me?"
"To resurrect someone." R smiled lightly, as if it were just a trivial matter. Knowing that Morataya had doubts, he casually explained a few words.
“His situation is special. He cannot learn the art of resurrection. Moreover, what he wants to resurrect is someone whose death has already been confirmed in the timeline of fate and who is certain to die.”
Morataya's eyes widened. "But the problem is, I'm a witch; I only know how to harm people, not save them!"
R gently shook his head, his eyes filled with a deep smile.
"What are you talking about? The members of the church are all kind and good people."
Morataya opened her mouth, but ultimately only uttered a silence: "..."
As expected of the Godfather.
"Uh... just kidding, the members of the church are all kind people..."
Liu Qingyao's face held an indescribable complexity.
Others: "..."
X, who had been sitting next to R and acting as if he were invisible, finally changed his posture, straightened the wrinkles that had been pressed out, and had a cold but serious expression.
He said, "Mr. R is really joking."
Both Morataya and Kawasaki Machi, who were in the front row, burst out laughing.
A faint smile seemed to appear on Kita Ayane's usually indifferent lips.
Kawasaki Maru maintained her usual indifferent expression.
R smiled without saying a word, showing no embarrassment whatsoever.
Some people who have personally experienced the practices of the church: "..."
Yes, that's right.
The members of the church are the kind of people who won't feel at ease until they have personally cut the enemy into pieces.
Morataya pinched the bridge of her nose, her tone complicated: "So I need to agree?"
R responded with a "Mm".
"After agreeing, I won't use a spell to resurrect a normal person, let alone bring someone back to life..." Morataya imagined the scene, her lips twitching slightly. "If I really did it, that guy would be heartbroken to see a puppet standing in front of him..."
She forced out two "heh heh."
"A puppet? A fake one of the Venerable One's? Revive one, let me see it." Bertrand was instantly curious.
"..."
"You don't need to worry about that." R turned to the next page and continued reading.
Morataya blinked, her eyes brightening slightly: "So, will the Godfather resurrect them then?"
R smiled and said, "So all you need to do is negotiate the terms with him and then agree to them."
“Conditions?” Morataya raised an eyebrow.
That's right, making any wish to the church comes at a price; that's what's called a condition.
She rested her elbows on the table, cupped her cheeks in her hands, and looked at the young man with her beautiful, blinking eyes, waiting for him to continue.
R: "As for the conditions—he needs to give up his eyes."
"Um?"
R pushed the dark blue book on the table in front of Morataya, gesturing for her to open it and take a look.
With intense curiosity, Morataya opened the book.
This book records all sorts of events, big and small, that happened within and around the Blue Mage family.
R made a note on it, so she only read the important parts.
She was already surprised when she first watched the beginning, and she was even more surprised after watching the whole thing.
"So, Bechfenger's deep purple eyes developed prophetic abilities around the age of sixteen?"
She closed the book in her hand and looked up at her godfather.
"Um."
R closed the book he was reading and put it aside, then picked up another book and opened it. "His abilities and personality don't match, so it's not suitable for him. A predetermined fate cannot be changed."
Morataya rested her chin on her hand. "Then why was Icarus's prophecy able to be changed?"
“Because Behefinger is not a prophet,” R chuckled. “A prophet can use various means or at great cost to change things, but Behefinger cannot.”
"He's soft-hearted. If he really wants to change things, he'll just die prematurely. He can't save anyone. The Eye of Prophecy will only let him see, not stop him. Although the images he sees will become clearer as time goes on, and he can even feel the pain of the prophesied person's death, as if he's personally experiencing death. Therefore, the Eye of Prophecy must never stay on him."
R said in a nonchalant tone, "Besides, it's a mistake for them to have this ability in the first place."
He paused to take a sip of the still-warm black tea to moisten his throat. "After you remove his Eye of Prophecy, you can give it to Icarus to change his symptoms."
Morataya paused, a glint of light flashing in her eyes. "The Eye of Prophecy is indeed a better match for a prophet."
That's right. If she really had to choose, Morataya would choose Icarus instead of Behefinger.
The thought that Icarus wouldn't shed blood tears the moment he opened his eyes filled Morataya with joy, and she asked with a smile, "And then?"
R smiled and glanced at her. "Next? Of course, we just keep waiting, waiting for his second and third requests for help..."
Upon hearing this, Morataya choked on her own words, "Huh? Twice more!?"
“The second time, since you like to bring people in, let him become a member of the church.” R smiled broadly. “As for the third time… the price will be himself. After that, he will have less than two years to live. But you can tell him a different story then.”
Morataya took a deep breath, calmed herself down after receiving the information, and nodded. "Okay, is there anything else you need to tell me, Godfather?"
R pretended to think for a moment, then placed several photos in front of her. "Don't let those who came back from the dead face him in their complete state, but he can."
After he finished speaking, he lightly tapped one of the photos with his fingertip.
Morataya followed the people's faces, memorizing their features before nodding to indicate that everything was fine.
"That's all for now. I'll contact you again if anything goes wrong."
R waved his hand to shoo people away.
Morataya sighed, "Fine—"
She got up and left, carefully closing the door behind her.
"I never imagined that GuGu's life was either being arranged or on the way to being arranged. How tragic."
Liu Qingyao wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes and made a sympathetic sound.
"That means even after death, everything is arranged perfectly..." Behefinger lamented to Qianzhu.
"But I never imagined that this was the reason my Eye of Prophecy was taken away," Blue Yeye muttered to herself.
"All I can say is, you crybaby, you're really easy to sympathize with," Matsuda Jinpei sighed and replied.
Kenji Hagiwara nodded in agreement, "That's right, you forgave Bertrand so easily after all he did."
Bertrand: "?"
Behefinger buried himself in Qianzhu's arms, pretending to be dead.
...
Morataya suddenly received a call from Bertrand.
She answered the call with surprise, "Is it raining blood today? You actually contacted me first."
Bertrand snorted, gave a location, and said, "There's a black magician locked up here. Go and take care of him."
Morataya: "..."
She clicked her tongue lightly, her tone turning somewhat cold, "So this is what you wanted to talk to me about."
"Alright, I understand. You guys get out of there right away. I'll go take care of this."
Morataya agreed, after all, the one who was imprisoned was a dark sorcerer, and she could take her anger out on him.
(Dark magician: Are you being polite?)
When she arrived, Bertrand and Behringer had already left. Following the information Bertrand left behind, Morataya entered the basement and came to the door. She crossed her arms and clicked her tongue repeatedly, "How pitiful, being locked up here."
The dark mage inside: "..."
Damn it, that brat actually managed to summon the witch...
I was careless.
He attempted to negotiate.
"Well, although dark magicians and sorcerers have always been enemies, there's no conflict between you and me, is there..."
The black magician adopted a very humble posture.
He had been imprisoned here for a long time, and much of his magic had been lost due to witchcraft. He could lay a hand on that little blue mage, but that didn't mean he could resist the witch outside.
That sorcerer outside is much stronger than him...
The dark sorcerer was on the verge of tears, his temper worn down by the endless prison.
Morataya chuckled, "What a coincidence. I didn't have any feelings towards dark mages before, but because a guy who had just become a dark mage inexplicably came to assassinate me, I now have no good feelings towards any dark mage."
Black Mage: "..."
Oh shit! Which damn guy is so overconfident?!
Morataya was too lazy to continue talking to him, so she directly strangled him in the cage that had imprisoned him for so long.
Before arriving at the Islamic island, she casually destroyed the place where the dark sorcerer had been imprisoned.
She left satisfied after making the ruins look natural.
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