Chapter 478 The Prophet's Conspiracy and Salazar's Death

"Very good." Rice reached out and took the map from Boiling Blood, and took away some of the venom in his abscess.

This venom that has evolved for hundreds of years is worth studying.

"One more thing." Before parting with Boiling Blood, Rice changed his mind and decided to find something for Boiling Blood to do.

"Help me collect the venom in the bodies of the infected. I will find you to get it when I have time."

"Yes!"

Rice smiled and nodded, then his figure gradually dissipated and rushed to the place marked on the map.

On the way, he also received the assessment standards for this competition.

[Main task: Successfully survive for 90 days. Players will be eliminated if the task fails]

[Side task (I): Wealth acquisition. For every 100 gold coins obtained, 1 point will be awarded]

[Side task (II): Life hunting. Killing prey with sufficient strength will award points according to the strength of the prey]

[Random task: Not yet triggered]

[The top 16 players in the final points ranking will advance to the championship finals]

After reading the issued standards, Rice also smiled.

It can be seen that Rowena is also trying to relieve herself. However, even if these participating wizards go all out, how many enemies can they kill?

Only the natives of the alchemy world hunted by Hermione and Daphne are of sufficient weight, and the achievements of other contestants are meaningless.

After rushing for most of the day, Rice chose to have lunch in a small town he passed by.

The restaurant in the town served dishes very quickly, and soon the dishes and rice he ordered were placed on Rice's table: cold cuts of aspic, with some local sauces on top; a bowl of stew, which contained unknown beast meat, animal offal and root vegetables similar to potatoes; and a bowl of dessert made of honey and cheese.

Just as Rice was about to enjoy his lunch, which was not rich but fresh and hot, a man pushed open the small door of the restaurant and walked in.

He was wearing a golden silk robe that looked extremely expensive. His hair was completely white, but there was no wrinkle on his face. There was a sense of nobility between his eyebrows, which was out of place in this fly restaurant in an ordinary town.

As soon as he entered the door, he attracted everyone's attention.

Seeing such a distinguished guest, the diners in the restaurant lowered their voices.

The man ignored the waiter who came up, walked straight to Rice, and without asking him if he was willing, he pulled open the seat in front of Rice and sat down.

"Is the legendary prophet also interested in these coarse foods?" Rice had recognized the other party's identity from the patterns on his robe and his appearance.

The other party was one of the top strong men in the human camp, the starry sky prophet Vashak. I was originally planning to find him, but I didn't expect him to come to me by himself.

"Since you recognize my identity, you should also know my origin." Vashak's tone was very gentle, as if he was chatting with an old friend.

"I am the child of an ordinary farmer. Such a table of dishes is something I could only dream of when I was a child." Vashak's tone was still very calm. He even took a set of knives, forks and plates from the next table, as if he was going to have lunch with Rice.

Rice was silent for two seconds, then signaled the waiter to add more food - this amount was not enough for two people.

The two really enjoyed lunch together in this small restaurant like friends who had known each other for many years!

Rice and Vashak both had healthy stomachs, and they soon ate up the full table of dishes in front of them.

"Since you are here, you probably know the purpose of my trip, right?" Wiping the soup from the corner of his mouth, Rice continued to talk to Vashak in front of him.

"Yes." Vashak broke the bread and soaked it in the remaining broth at the bottom of the bowl.

"The technology here has really improved a lot. I remember that the bread here was so rough that I couldn't swallow it at all. Now the quality is good."

Vashak paused, then said: "After all, six hundred years have passed, and the grinding and sifting technology of wheat has indeed developed."

His eyes also became deeper: "When you spread the plague, you must not have thought that humans could not only survive this disaster, but also continue to develop, right?"

"There are so many things I didn't expect, but I am really surprised at this state now." Rice said something sincere.

Whether it was six hundred years after leaving here, or the magic potion he left behind created a group of infected people and became the "kind father" of these people, Les had never expected it.

"I am not your opponent." Vashak was silent for a long time, and then continued his work of eliminating leftovers.

"So you came to me to die? The fortune teller is quite straightforward. Do you want to drink something?"

"I guess so. I want a glass of beer. The quality of wine in this place is incredibly poor. It is more reliable to drink beer."

The two chatted about topics that sounded very scary to outsiders. These things mixed in the daily chat conversation made the atmosphere seem extremely weird.

Soon, with Vashak's efforts, the plates on the table became clean.

"In any case, I am treated as a guest by you. Please let me tell your fortune as a reward."

Les narrowed his eyes slightly, not understanding what the prophet was up to.

Perhaps, divination was the beginning of the confrontation between the two.

He wanted to refuse.

With Les's character, he prefers to choose the safest and least likely to cause accidents.

He is a cautious person.

"Please don't refuse yet." Vasak said in a sincere tone: "I think you also know that the opportunity for a prophet to make the most accurate divination is rare. It requires time, space, and fate to intertwine. Make divinations that are terrifyingly accurate.

But I am different. I have the ability to forcibly enter the state of prophetic divination, although I have to pay a huge price for this. Outsiders call it [divination that can only be done once in a lifetime]. Are you interested in letting me do a divination now? "

Les was moved.

Knowing that the divination in front of him was likely to be fraudulent, he finally agreed, because the opportunity to get a divination from a prophet was rare.

This contains huge benefits, and no one can refuse it. Rice believes that his three old friends will make the same choice when they appear here.

No matter what the prophet's attitude is towards him, as long as he really enters the state of divination, what he tells must be the truth. This is due to the nature of divination, and it is impossible for Vasak to manipulate it.

Vassago used conspiracy.

"You convinced me, please." Les decided that even if he would be hurt by Vasak's conspiracy, he would still let the other party divine for him once.

A happy smile appeared on Vasak's face.

"That's great, but please clean up those people who are in the way."

"This is natural."

Vasak refers to the waiters and diners in the tavern, as well as the prominent figures in the town who came after hearing the news - the starry sky prophet Vasak appeared here, and these people naturally rushed over to show their courtesy.

But Les would not let anyone interfere with the prophet's divination.

With a flick of his wand, the people in the tavern fell to the ground one after another, and he also placed a barrier outside the tavern. Since Vasak was right in front of him, he didn't kill these people, he just let them sleep.

Anyway, these ordinary people are not the target of his trip, so it is okay to spare their lives.

Looking at Rice's movements, Vasak said nothing, but silently sketched a magic circle on the ground.

While Vassago was outlining the magic circle, Rice watched his movements attentively, trying to learn something from it.

"Don't bother." Vasak said to Rice while drawing lines on the ground: "The prophet's prophecy requires talent. Without talent, no matter how standard the magic circle is, it will be useless."

Rice naturally understands this truth, but it does not prevent him from keeping every detail of the magic circle in mind.

If you don’t have the talent for divination, you can just take it back and give it to someone who has the talent.

This is also a valuable asset to this world. If the contestants have some brains, they should not spend all their energy on accumulating points. Instead, they should collect as much knowledge about the world as possible and then take it out for enlightenment.

This is also a gift package given to the magic world by him, Rowena, and Helga.

The children only need to learn the knowledge of the other world, and Salazar has a lot of work to do.

When Vasak saw that Les didn't listen to his advice, he didn't stop him - he could watch it if he wanted to, it didn't matter to him.

Now Vasak is as stable as an old German engineer. Let you see! You can imitate the shape, but you can't imitate its soul!

Vasak's magic circle consists of three parts: the outermost is an eight-pointed star pattern, the inner layer is a square cross, and the inner layer is a triangle. He himself stands in the center of the triangle, and is also located in the eight-pointed star and square cross. 's exact center.

He took out eight candles from his arms and placed them on the eight corners of the eight-pointed star. He also took out four opaque bottles and placed them at the four vertices of the square cross. Finally, he took out a dark meteorite and a handful of them. Gray-white soil, and a device similar to a convex lens.

Vasak placed the meteorite and gray-white soil in one corner of the triangle in sequence, and finally used a convex lens to focus the sunlight on the last corner.

At this point, as if he was fully prepared, he sat down cross-legged and began to place bottles and jars filled with ointments and unknown herbs around him.

‘The sun, moon, stars, water, fire, earth and wind, what are the eight outermost directions? And then there are some auxiliary ingredients...' Les felt that he had seen something.

Vasak didn't lie to himself. The standard of this divination was ridiculously high. As a diviner, the price Vasak has to pay is also extremely staggering.

As several ointments and herbs were ignited, and under the smoke, Vasak quickly entered the state.

His eyes rolled up, revealing only the whites of his eyes, and a few veins popped out on his forehead. He murmured in a low, hoarse voice:

[A snake, a lion, a raven and a badger embarked on a journey together.

They overcame one difficulty after another, but eventually parted ways during the journey.

Even if they part ways, it will not affect their lives that are so magnificent and wonderful.

The snake hatched two eggs. A snake hatched out of one egg, and strangely enough, a lion emerged from the other egg!

The four animal friends are all sick, each sicker than the last.

The snake keeps shedding its skin, but in the end it cannot escape death——】

As he turned his eyes and muttered to himself, bursts of smoke emitted from the things he put out, and more and more veins popped up on his forehead.

By the time he finished reading, his face was already covered with large beads of sweat, and the white under his eyes had been replaced by blood red.

Finally, when he made the prediction that "the snake will die", he couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground, knocking down the smoking gadgets.

Vashak regained consciousness instantly, and his life force weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it... you are..." he said in a weak tone.

"Huh?" Vashak's voice brought Rice back to his senses from thinking about the prophecy.

"You don't belong to this world... ha..." The light in Vashak's eyes disappeared quickly, and his body began to disintegrate into ash bit by bit.

At the same time, the roof of the small restaurant also collapsed inexplicably, and a ray of sunlight projected from it, just falling on Rice's face.

At this moment, Rice's hair stood up, as if he was stared at by something, and Vashak was completely annihilated at this time, leaving only a handful of ashes on the ground.

Rice raised his head and stared at the sky.

Ever since Vashak disappeared, he could feel that something was watching him. This gaze came from all directions, omnipresent but untraceable.

Rice understood.

He lowered his head, looked at the dust in front of him, and laughed. Rice's laughter became louder and louder, until he couldn't even straighten his back.

"What a starry sky prophet, what a Vashak! This is the way!"

Rice thought Vashak would curse him, but he didn't expect that he would find ways to be discovered by the will of this world.

Curses can be broken, but there is no way to break the situation of being targeted by the world consciousness, unless he takes the initiative to leave this world.

This is equivalent to putting a layer of shackles on himself, and every battle he will fight next will be a disadvantageous game.

Fighting with an opponent who is good at thunder and lightning, the sky must be covered with dark clouds, and fighting with an opponent who is good at wind, there will be a storm, and his luck will also get worse, there is no doubt about it.

The legendary "the whole world is against me" is just like this. This is not the kind of small-scale targeting when entering the alchemy world for the first time. It does have a great impact on the performance of strength.

Les gradually stood up straight. He knew that he would have to fight a few tough battles with the natives of the alchemy world next.

"Come on!" Les' eyes lit up, "Let me see how many talents were born in the alchemy world six hundred years later!"

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