The dramatic poet restrained his smile, looked at the two of them, and shook his head helplessly.

He took out a pack of cards from his bag and said, "Rules are rules. I can't break them. You can't get something for nothing from me. You have to pay a price."

"You draw a prophecy card, which can reduce the difficulty of your trial to a certain extent. But be careful, the more the difficulty is reduced, the more cruel the content of the prophecy card will be, and you may be unable to recover because of the prophecy card. Sometimes humans cannot see the future, which is actually a protection for them."

"You have the power of Firefly Princess's thoughts, so you can influence the results of the card draw to a certain extent. The prophecy card will respond to your thoughts."

The dramatic poet placed the prophecy card in front of Ash: "Come on, it doesn't matter which one you draw."

But when Ash reached out to turn over the top card, the dramatic poet pressed his thumb on the edge of the card and said seriously, "I hope you don't draw. The prophecy faction has a very attractive feature, "self-fulfilling prophecy", that is, if you don't know the prophecy, then your future is unknown, but once you know the prophecy, your future will collapse towards the prophecy, and even some of your unconscious behaviors will become foreshadowing of your fulfillment of the prophecy."

Ash looked at the dramatic poet and smiled softly, "Thank you."

He uncovered the top prophecy card, which showed a figure falling into a sea of ​​fire. The dramatic poet picked up the card, and his eyes, as clear as lake water, began to ripple slightly.

"If your overall difficulty is 40 points of damage, then this card can offset 5 points." He said, "This is also the limit of my interference in the Trial of the Void Realm."

Ash asked, "What did the card predict?"

The dramatic poet put the cards back into the deck and said calmly, "The one you love will be sacrificed in front of you."

Vichy was startled and turned his head to look at Ash. Ash lowered his head thoughtfully and was silent for a while. Vichy hesitated for a moment and gently clasped his fingers.

"Do you regret revealing the prophecy card?" The drama poet sighed, "I really don't want you to be affected by the prophecy card. A wonderful drama should not have a script."

"No, I'm actually thinking about a question." Ash said in a complicated tone: "The person I like will sacrifice himself in front of me... Who is he referring to?"

Dramatic Poet: "..."

Vichy: “…”

"Don't worry. If I had accepted my fate, I would still be living in Broken Lake now - or maybe I'd have been fed to the fish." Ash shrugged. "Does the prophecy card mean that something is bound to happen?"

"Mostly," said the dramatic poet, "but there may also be a miracle that changes fate."

"Then I'm relieved." Ash smiled, "After all, my life so far has been a series of miracles one after another."

He extended his hand to the drama poet: "Nice to meet you, drama poet. And, my name is not the End Watcher, I am Ash Hiss."

The dramatic poet was startled for a moment, then smiled and reached out to hold his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Ash Heath."

He blinked at Ash, "Even though this is the first time we meet, I don't know why I feel like we've known each other for a long time, as if we were half-siblings, beloved relatives and friends..."

Ash immediately spread out his palms: "Let's do something practical."

"No problem, I'll see if there's anything else I can do to help you... Hey, Fanxing, you're here!?"

Ash and Vichy were startled, and immediately looked back in the direction pointed by the drama poet. They saw an orange cat hiding from the rain under the eaves not far away. How could the stars turn into cats and descend to the earth... No!

When they looked back, they found that the drama poet had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. If it weren't for the snack packaging bag he had left on the ground, Ash couldn't be sure that the conversation just now was not an illusion - the drama poet also littered everywhere.

Ash sent out a breeze that blew the garbage on the ground to the trash can next to the convenience store door, and asked, "How do you feel?"

"Nothing unusual for now." Wei Xi carefully examined the soul body: "I don't know how the trial will proceed... Why didn't you ask him about the specific content of the trial?"

"I asked for help several times, but he didn't tell me the content of the trial. It's obvious that he didn't want to talk about it." Ash said, "I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that he seems to have a good impression of magicians. He has placed many special facilities on the fourth floor of the virtual realm to help young magicians, and he has also guided the demigods of the secret realm to advance to the Lord God..."

"Isn't this normal?" Weishi said, "The Source Angels are willing to guard Ruby Mountain for tens of thousands of years. Our values ​​cannot be applied to strange beings like them."

"No, I just think that generally speaking, affection should be directed at individuals, or at least groups, and there are often certain screening conditions. For example, I have a good impression of you, and I have a good impression of beautiful, gentle, and life-loving elves. This is normal thinking." Ash said, "But the drama poet gives me the feeling that he likes all magicians, whether they are fat magicians or cannibal magicians, whether they are good or evil, just like... unconditional love?"

"At least it's a good thing for us." Weishi said, "And I advise you not to expect subtle hints to work. This is a trick I've played out. The ghost prophet who loves life does not exist in any world line, but you can force the gentle maid with an order."

Ash's expression remained unchanged after his little trick was exposed: "Go back."

"Um."

Vichy took Ash's hand and took off his miracle bracelet. Then he quickly opened the gallery and operated it. When Ash took it back, there was only a picture of a necromancer in a skull battle pattern outfit that polluted his eyes. How to describe it, he seemed to have created a picture full of undead beauty through the combination of clothes. If the sea of ​​corpses and blood still existed, Harvey would definitely be the most suitable person to control it.

"Don't you want to see the 30% photo of the necromancer? Here, I'll delete the extra photos for you. You're welcome." The maid walked briskly into the rain, put her hands on her waist, tilted her head and glanced back at him, "Do you really think I don't know the eye contact between you and the dramatic poet?"

Ash followed behind him in frustration, "Is it necessary to be so strict? I'm just a little curious about your old photos..."

"Nothing to see."

"This is not a question of whether it looks good or not. I also want to see photos of Sword Lady and Witch when they were young." Ash said, "It gives me a sense of participation in your past lives, witnessing them across time and space."

"Then I'll try to find a few photos of me killing people..." Vichy suddenly stopped talking, but Ash continued, "I also want to see the photos of you killing people and refining souls. I'm not stupid enough to ignore your past. You almost made me forget who you are. Your record of killing people can help me consolidate my correct understanding of you."

"Okay." Wei Xi said calmly, "I'll find it and show it to you. I guarantee it will open your eyes."

Ash walked beside her and glanced at her with a teasing look in his eyes: "But just now you realized that you were making me angry and stopped talking. I still appreciate your progress. It's not easy. You finally know how to take my feelings into consideration... keep up the good work!"

Vichy's face turned red with a sneer on her lips. She glared at Ash and gritted her teeth, "I will definitely show you my most cruel side."

Ash didn't take it seriously, and the two walked for a while before Vichy suddenly asked, "Do you really want to see it that much?"

"You saved it?"

"No." Wei Xi turned her head and looked away, "But I still remember the pattern of that skirt. If I have time..."

Hinting that this was the limit for the Ghost Seer, Ash stopped bullying her and reached out to hold the maid's hand to walk through the last short section of the rain.

"I thought you were going to ask me why I didn't do anything when I had already grabbed the dramatic poet's wrist."

"Then why don't you do it?"

"I felt totally unsure. I felt like I was grabbing not just a hand, but the whole world."

"If you were sure, would you do it?"

Ash hesitated for a moment and did not answer immediately. Vichy chuckled and mocked, "For a person who showed up and tried his best to help you, you actually hesitated whether to kill him? Tsk tsk, Ash Hiss, you have learned bad habits."

"Who do you think I learned this from?" Ash said unhappily. He seemed to feel that he was too shameless and greedy. He lowered his head to reflect on himself and purify his soul.

Wei Xi blinked her eyes, a charming look flowed down her brows, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "But even though you hesitated just now, I still appreciate your progress... keep working hard!"