Chapter 84 Unknown Fate 10

"What do you mean? We don't understand what you are saying. Please go back."

The magician's words shocked the three people. Carl's pupils shrank suddenly and he shuddered. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. Lima's hair stood up all over his body and he tensed up.

It was Tatarina who was farthest away from the magician who spoke. She seemed to walk leisurely to Carl who was already stiff in place, and patted his shoulder gently, which was barely enough to bring Carl, whose mind was in a mess, back to reality.

Tatarina's rosy eyes met the magician's strange eyes, as if a fierce lightning burst out in the dark night. At least on the surface, that's the case, but readers know that none of the three are truly relaxed now.

The comic shows Tatarina's back. The three are facing the moonlight, their backs are stretched out and seep into the floor. In the weird painting style, the dark shadows hiding behind the three are like three monsters with greedy eyes. On the shoulders of the magician standing against the light, there is a pure white life, and the black hair is illuminated by the moonlight, which gives an inexplicable sense of holiness. Tatarina's hard nails pierce into the fingertips fiercely, and blood flows down along the nail seams, becoming one of the few bright colors in this dark painting style.

Unfortunately, Tatarina's words did not bring about any changes. The comic also gave the magician a close-up of his mouth, and the raised corners of his lips were full of meaning.

"Save this for Pence's people. There is no need to act this out with me, my dear children."

The magician did not show any anger at Tatarina's firm refusal. Instead, he tolerated the three naughty children who seemed to be "ignorant" like a kind elder. The three people who were on danger alert did not notice it, but the readers outside the comic did notice that the magician was obviously called by a seniority that was obviously different from his appearance.

[Children? The magician is very old? 】

【It seems like that, the magician treats Carl and others like an elder】

【By the way, did you notice something, the magician calls Pence by his name】

【Yes, the way he speaks is quite impolite, and his words "save it for Pence's people" make it seem like he and Pence are somehow quite familiar with each other... Do you get what I mean? 】

【I understand, I feel that Pence should at least be a very prestigious apostle】

【Hey! Do you remember, after Lance brought down the economy of Bellit, didn't the magician return the money door to door? Didn't the letter he left behind say "To the Dark Night"? ! 】

【Oh my god! Yes! I found it, and it seems that the magician appears at night so far? 】

【It shouldn’t be all at night. Theoretically, the first appearance should be during the day, right? 】

【Even if it’s not during the day, it’s indoors. And weren’t the lights broken when the magician appeared? It should also be considered night, right? 】

【Let’s bet that the magician is a believer of the Night Goddess】

【Then can I dream of a magician and Lance in the same frame? Damn, I really want to! 】

【I won’t say anything else. I just want to know, how did the magician know Carl’s identity? ? This should be a very secret news, how come the whole world knows it? 】

【Don't worry, don't think too much, it's dangerous】

But in the comics, the magician's casual words did not make the three feel relaxed. Rather, it was Rowena first, and then the magician. The appearance of them forming a team made Carl and others even more nervous. This undetectable and unconfirmed danger came from all directions, and the feeling of standing stupidly under the sun was not really wonderful.

The magician certainly noticed that the three people were so tense that they could attack at any time, but he didn't care, or rather, his strength made him fearless. He raised his slender fingers wrapped in leather half-gloves and gently stroked the head of the little white pigeon on his shoulder, one by one. The gentle movements were like heavy punches, hitting the hearts of the three people hard, faster and faster... faster and faster... so fast that their hearts seemed to be about to jump out!

The comic kept switching perspectives. Every time the fingertips landed on the head of the white pigeon, the camera would move closer. Carl, Tatarina, and Lima kept moving left and right, and their trembling eyes were gradually enlarged, until the last time, the finger touched the head of the little white pigeon, followed by a sigh.

"Rowena... Well, she has really grown up."

As the words fell, the little white pigeon suddenly exploded, and under the moonlight, it turned into a bubble-like light that scattered in the air, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"...Do you know Rowena?"

It's not that Rowena is highly trusted by Carl and others, but when two untrustworthy people come together to verify each other, it can actually increase their credibility.

Hearing Carl's question, the magician shrugged his shoulders and admitted it.

"But if you ask her about me, she probably doesn't know. After all, she doesn't know what a magician is."

The magician jokingly said the three-word code name, telling the three people directly that it is extremely difficult to find out the identity of a magician, even for an apostle of Rowena's level.

Seeing that Carl seemed to be about to open his mouth to say something, the magician took the initiative and waved his hand. In an instant, groups of little white pigeons flew out from under the magician's robe and came to Carl, blocking Carl's mouth.

"Okay, kids, I know you have a lot of questions, but now you just need to know that Pence's eyes will soon fall on you, and going to Ferrog is your best choice. If you understand, follow me now."

The magician stopped Carl from asking the next question, and also blocked the possibility of all problems, and directly presented a road full of unknowns and doubts to the three people.

Go, or not?

If they go, there are dangers lurking everywhere, and it is a completely new country, and they may face threats from the forces behind Lima. If they don't go, the threat from Burns in Bellit is imminent, and if they refuse, the three of them may be dead in the wilderness in the next second. But there is a big difference between going on your own and being forced to go, which makes it difficult for the three of them not to doubt the purpose of the magician's appearance. Is he really kind enough to take the three of them away from the threat?

The magician seemed a little impatient with the scene in front of him, or maybe he was finally bored of playing the role of a good elder. The next second, the gentle smile on his face disappeared, replaced by an elegant and sarcastic smile that readers are more familiar with.

"Why, do you want to stay so much and use hundreds of thousands of lives to complete your own god-making? If that's the case, then you really don't have to leave. After all, Ferrog will not find 100,000 people to help you build a path to godhood."

"What!?"

Carl is not stupid. The cruelty of the goddess of fate has left a mark in his mind. Whether he has the blood of gods flowing in his body or not, he will do his best to prevent possible evil deeds. But this does not mean that he will listen to the words of Pence, the god of the sky. To put it bluntly, he has lived as a human for so many years, and no matter how ignorant he is, he should know that the so-called becoming a god is not something that can be solved with just one word.

And more...

the comic gave Carl a close-up of his pursed lips, a pair of golden eyes with a metallic sheen appeared in the illusory frame beside him, and the words "stay alive" echoed in his ears.

These images and sounds that had never appeared in his memory in the past sixteen years repeatedly appeared during this period of time, as if they were strangling his throat and suffocating him, and as if they were wrapping him up with his mother's warm amniotic fluid, repeating between two completely different feelings. But no matter what, Carl was sure that in Bane's prophecy, he did not hear or see any life form with a face similar to his own, which made it difficult for him to believe Pence's words.

Although he didn't understand the fight between these gods, he had Tatarina and Lima by his side, which didn't prevent them from giving Carl a scientific explanation. Carl also knew that the sky god Pence, the goddess of fate, and the god of day were theoretically the same party, or in other words, after the new age of the gods, the gods who survived were all the same faction. Carl couldn't believe it completely, so they would run away whether Rowena was there or not.

But Carl really didn't expect the matter of 100,000 people, or he didn't expect Pence to create gods in such a cruel way. For a while, the room was silent, and the sound of the leaves outside the window being blown by the wind was clearly audible.

"I'll give you two minutes to pack up the remaining things, and then I'll find someone to take you to Ferrog."

"What about Rowena? Aren't you in the same group?"

Tatarina looked alert, and Lima and Carl did not move immediately. The magician raised his wrist to look at the non-existent watch. He did not answer Tatarina's question, but kept reciting numbers.

"120, 119, 118..."

The three people quickly realized that the magician was muttering a two-minute countdown. He was silently urging them, forcing the three of them to follow his own rhythm. The countdown, which was precisely timed to every second, was like a continuous and rapid drumbeat. For a moment, the three people in the room froze in place, and the magician did not give any explanation, but continued to count down.

"57, 56, 55..."

When there was only one minute left, Lima finally took the lead and stood up. He looked at the magician silently, then turned around, took a deep breath, picked up the clothes that he had not folded before and threw them into the box.

"Hurry up and pack up, there's less than a minute left.'

Tatarina didn't hesitate at all. She dropped her arms that were originally hugging her chest and immediately turned around to take out the things in the bedroom. It was Carl who stayed where he was without moving. But the magician's eyes did not linger on Carl either. The little white pigeon that appeared on his shoulder at noon tilted its head back and rubbed the magician's fingertips.

"3, 2, 1"

When the last number disappeared in the air, the magician raised his hand. A spot of light emerged from his fingertips and crawled along the ground to the feet of the three people, spreading to both sides. When it was about to form a circle around the three people, the next second large black lines suddenly appeared on the screen, representing the sound of intimidation and explosion.

"Here! Chase! Catch the rebel! "