Chapter 301 Cutting the Thread of Fate

When Harvey saw the group of ferocious Tiefling soldiers, he felt like he was dreaming of his first meeting with Amber.

Does a prophecy mage have to cheat others if he wants to advance to legendary? Is this some weird promotion ceremony? I have been an apprentice for so long, is it because I am not ruthless enough?

But the reality did not give Harvey a chance to sigh. The ferocious soldiers had already begun to rush over, trying to capture Mr. Fortune and Harvey's accomplice.

Faced with these ferocious soldiers, Harvey quickly threw the wine glass in his hand at their feet.

The wine poured out and was trampled by the soldiers, while at the same time, Harvey's dice of fate had been thrown on them.

The possibility of slipping turned into a certainty of slipping.

All of these tiefling soldiers fell to the ground and slid a long distance. The force of the fall was so great that the chandelier in the tavern was shaken, and these soldiers could not get up for a long time.

Harvey quickly turned his head, trying to alert Mr. Fortune to take the opportunity to escape.

However, he discovered that Mr. Fortune had already climbed out of the tavern window and was waving at him.

Harvey was now certain that this must be his teacher's fellow disciple. As expected of a prophecy wizard, he would never put himself in danger.

Harvey didn't stand there in a daze. He used the Phantom Step to teleport to Mr. Fortune's side, and then asked, "Where are we going now?"

This is the territory of the Tieflings. He can't just hide anywhere when being hunted by the authorities. Besides, Harvey still doesn't know why Mr. Fortune is being hunted.

Mr. Luck shook his head and said, "Don't worry about it. They can't see us."

Harvey wondered, they just ran out of the pub through the window, so were they safe?

Out of curiosity, Harvey looked inside the tavern. The soldiers who had just fallen to the ground got up one after another and were about to find Harvey on the windowsill. But at this moment, the chandelier of the tavern shook and a candle fell, landing on a soldier's face. The hot wax fell into his eyes, making him scream.

If the tiefling didn't have a natural resistance to fire, this burn would have blinded him.

The soldier struggled frantically and knocked down the soldier who was climbing up behind him. As time went by, no one noticed Harvey standing in front of the window.

Is this the power of destiny?

Harvey didn't see Mr. Fortune roll the dice of fate, nor did he feel him cast any spell, but this coincidence was clearly the power of fate.

Mr. Fortune walked forward slowly without any explanation, and Harvey could only hurried to catch up.

The two men walked out to the street in a grand manner, and the tiefling soldiers who had been tricked just now also chased out of the tavern, but no matter how they searched, their sight could not fall on the two men. Either they were blocked by passers-by, or they just didn't see the car, or when they were about to see them, their companions suddenly shouted and realized that they had recognized the wrong person.

Harvey watched the dozen or so soldiers running past the two men and didn't notice the two slow-moving ones.

"Excuse me, how on earth is this possible?"

Harvey was very curious. Even if it was the Die of Destiny, the effect couldn't last that long, right? For example, when Harvey threw the Die of Destiny to make people fall, it would only happen that one time. When they got up, the effect disappeared. It was impossible for Harvey to throw a dice to make people unable to walk for the rest of their lives.

But Mr. Doom was obviously continuing to exert this effect, making it impossible for the soldiers to see them at all. Not only the group of soldiers who fell in the tavern, but also a few new soldiers behind them had the same effect.

Mr. Luck chuckled and said, "Isn't he better than your teacher?"

Harvey discovered that Mr. Fortune had a really bad relationship with his teacher, and he always wanted to suppress the other.

What should we do now? Harvey hesitated for a moment, then said, "But it was my teacher who beat you back then, wasn't it?"

Mr. Doom put away his smile and said, "I wanted to teach you, but now it seems that you don't want to learn anymore."

Harvey said awkwardly: "I want to learn, but you can't involve my teacher."

Mr. Misfortune said unexpectedly: "With that bastard's personality, how could he teach a student like you? He is a person who can do anything for the sake of benefit. You two don't look like master and apprentice at all."

Harvey didn't know how to explain it. Strictly speaking, he was self-taught. Amberxiu only gave Harvey real guidance a few times. He usually just stuffed a lot of magic books into his hands and let him read on his own.

This may also be the reason why the two have quite different personalities.

"Forget it. I won't joke with a kid like you. Let me teach you."

Mr. Fortune grabbed Harvey's hand and waved it in front of the two of them. Dense lines suddenly appeared where there was nothing before.

These lines are of different colors, connecting everything around them. Moreover, these lines are constantly disappearing and new ones are constantly being generated.

"See? These are the threads of fate. People, people and things, and things are all connected by these threads. Each thread represents a possibility, just like between you and me. We may fight when we meet, or we may sit down and drink together.

"But if you cut off several possible threads, it means you have cut off this possibility. They can't see me because I cut off this thread!"

Under the guidance of Mr. Fortune, Harvey saw a bright red line, which not only connected himself and Mr. Fortune, but also connected those soldiers, and finally extended to a farther distance. But if you look closely, you will find that the line is broken somewhere.

"If you cut off the possibility, you will prevent it from happening. Your dice of fate normalize countless possibilities, and I completely cut off one of them. Before this thread heals, they will not be able to see us anyway."

Harvey was very surprised. Is this how the power of destiny can be used?

Mr. Luck was very pleased with Harvey's expression and said proudly, "I have gone further on the road of destiny than your teacher. He won that year, but that was because that bastard used despicable means."

Harvey did not refute. Based on his understanding of Amber, he was capable of anything. Using other means to achieve victory was very much in line with his habits.

Harvey really didn't want to hear bad things from his teacher, so he quickly changed the subject and asked, "How long will it take for the thread of fate to heal?"

"It depends. The section I cut out can probably last for five days."

Harvey couldn't help but ask again: "Is it possible that the thread of fate will be cut forever?"

"Yes, but the cost of doing so is too high. By the way, let me show you something good. Come with me."

Mr. Fortune quickened his pace and brought Harvey to a low building in the city.

Harvey followed him in and found it to be a very clean little house. Not only was the place spotless, but all things were neatly arranged, without any sign of the mess of a fugitive.

What attracted Harvey the most was the large bookshelves that filled the room. Harvey took a look and found that the types of books were very diverse, almost all kinds of books were available. Mr. Doom was very similar to his teacher in this respect. At the beginning, the most common thing in the castle was not magic materials, but large bookshelves with several layers.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Noticing Harvey's gaze, Mr. Luck said, "Read more books. Everything in the world is fate. The more you know, the deeper your understanding of fate will be."

Harvey said sincerely, "Thank you. I will study hard."

"Okay, follow me."

Mr. Fortune took Harvey into a small room, rummaged through an iron box, and pulled out an inconspicuous stone slab.

Mr. Fortune handed the slate to Harvey and said to him, "Here, this is the teacher of me and your teacher."

Harvey looked at it carefully, but found that there was nothing special about the stone slab. It was a thin piece, no bigger than a palm, and there were no words or carvings on it. There were only traces left by the years, and perhaps marks left by dried moss.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like an ordinary stone that can be found anywhere.

Harvey said helplessly, "I'm sorry, I can't see anything."

Mr. Misfortune did not blame him, but told Harvey: "Take it back to your teacher. I have kept this thing for so many years. It's time to return it to him."

“I will definitely send it back.”

Harvey put the slate into his magic pocket and finally couldn't help but get to the point: "Sir, regarding the letter my teacher wrote..."

Mr. Fortune said with a bit of disgust, "Okay, I know."

As the old man spoke, he walked over to a recliner and lay down, then took out the letter that Amber wrote to him.

The more he read, the deeper his frown became. Finally, he squeezed the letter hard, and a ball of fire emerged from his palm, burning the parchment to ashes.

Harvey was startled, but didn't dare to speak. He didn't know what Amber wrote in the letter, for fear that the old man would vent his anger on him.

After a long while, Mr. Bad Luck said, "Go back and tell that bastard to come back here to see me in two months and three days. I will prepare what he wants for him."

Harvey finally breathed a sigh of relief. The teacher wasn't always so tricky.

Unexpectedly, within less than a day of arriving in the Kingdom of Unholy Carols, the matter was already settled. Harvey asked curiously, "Sir, have you been waiting for me in the tavern?"

Mr. Doom nodded and said, "We prophecy mages always have some sense of major events related to ourselves. I knew it before you set out. The domestic situation is unstable now. It will be difficult for you to find me. It is better for me to wait for you here."

"Excuse me, sir, why are you wanted?"

This is what Harvey is most curious about. How could a legendary wizard, and a very rare prophecy wizard, stand against the kingdom?

"It doesn't matter if I tell you this. The unclean ones are collecting materials to build a new gate to hell. Do you know what materials are needed to build a gate to hell?"

Harvey shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I don't really understand that."

Mr. Fortune sighed and said, "It will take a lot of blood and flesh sacrifices."

Harvey was shocked. These words sounded like blood.

Mr. Doom said solemnly, "Before, the kingdom used the flesh and blood of livestock to build the gates of hell. Recently, they have started using humans."

(End of this chapter)