"……prophecy?"
The music at the ball paused for a moment, and the undead nobles stared intently at Sophie's back and profile, all eyes fixed on the proud Sophie standing tall.
Those mocking looks were like they were ready to watch a conman perform.
Is this yet another courtier trying to please the king in some strange way?
Sophie reached out and stopped Anthony from drawing his sword, then looked at the king and said seriously:
"We have obtained a prophecy from the Merlin family in one place."
Merlin...
The initial skepticism largely disappeared, replaced by confusion and uncertainty.
The skeletal king turned his head, and his movement silenced all the sounds present.
Under the gaze of everyone, the king looked at the queen beside him, who remained silent like a ghost, and sighed:
"Merlin..."
"It's been a long time since we've heard that name since the last member of their family disappeared."
The Queen quietly shook her head and whispered a word of advice:
“Your Majesty, you should not believe in such prophecies; kings like that never have a good end.”
With a flourish, the king said nonchalantly:
"Hahaha! Don't worry, I'm different! I'm the King of Heroes!"
Turning back, the skeletal king nodded to Sophie and smiled:
"Foreign noblewoman, speak..."
"Let me hear what kind of prophecy it is!"
...
...
"You!"
!
A roar exploded in the room, echoing through the dark village and subtly altering the once quiet town.
combustion!
Charlie abruptly stood up from the stool, slammed his fist on the table, and glared angrily at Ning Feng, who was sitting quietly.
Don't push your luck!
!
The flames burned, but the air grew even colder.
Amidst this interplay of cold and heat, Ning Feng's smile grew even brighter.
"Don't push your luck. Don't do that. There are only the two of us here now, so there's no need to pretend anymore."
"With no one else around, you don't need to act like I'm making an unreasonable request."
The devil's smile was radiant, and his dazzling eyes were as scarlet and eerie as the full moon in the sky.
"We are both pitiful people abandoned by the gods. Shouldn't we be companions?"
“I understand how you feel, so I understand even more that you shouldn’t be so…angry.”
I can clearly sense your true emotions.
It has the outward appearance of anger, but lacks the true essence of anger.
You are clearly not angry.
But why bother pretending?
Leaning back in his dusty chair, Ning Feng seemed unconcerned, staring at Charlie as he said:
"After hearing your story, I've had a question for you... Who do you think is the one responsible for all of this?"
"Could it be me? No way."
Smiling, Ning Feng forced Charlie to face the facts and start thinking along his lines of reasoning.
"Think about it, who is the being with the power to cause all of this?"
"You couldn't possibly not have thought of this; you just refuse to think about it, unwilling to delve into the details. But... have you really never considered it?"
I'd rather seal it off than believe it.
For a long time, Greywater Town was a prison.
The other villagers were unaware of the problem, while Charlie, the only one who was clear-headed, was the real prisoner.
"The one who can do all this is a god."
It's the deity you've been "believing" in!
Clang.
Charlie stumbled backward, bumping into the chair behind him, and shouted:
"No! My lord is protecting me!"
"This is a test; she's expecting me to find a solution myself! I..."
Ning Feng also raised his voice, angrily rebuking:
Stop lying to yourself!
!
Is this protection?
Let's not joke around anymore.
This is clearly a curse!
The deity treated her followers with the cruelest cruelty.
Let Charlie live on forever, day after day, steadfastly remaining the most lucid yet most powerless person.
"You actually understand all of this, don't you?"
Trapped in a cage called "Greywater," Charlie, who knows every inch of this place well, is forced to confront himself.
Forced to think and understand what they are facing.
Then, he will surely come to a conclusion.
Even the most foolish person will arrive at an answer after such a period of time.
"Your faith has long been rotten, just like your body."
It was already rotten and decayed.
One year, two years, his faith will not change in the slightest; he may even take it as a test and become more steadfast.
Ten or twenty years later, he will begin to reflect, but he will still maintain his original piety.
But after a hundred years, two hundred years...
Even the strongest beliefs can be questioned.
How long did Charlie go through?
At least a thousand years.
A thousand years is enough for dynasties to change, for the world to transform, and for the sun and moon to rise anew.
Few things are immutable and can withstand the test of time without changing.
Faith can make it possible.
But at least, Ning Feng didn't think a priest abandoned by the gods could survive.
Charlie had previously presented himself to Ning Feng as a fully qualified fanatic.
This is very abnormal.
Performance?
Okay, keep performing in front of me!
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