As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

No one can violate the destiny's arrangement?

As soon as he said this, Virgil was filled with admiration.

This guy is so awesome. He puts all the responsibility on fate, right?

Is it fate that makes you plunge into the chest of the Great Saint?

Co-operation with fate is the best shield.

According to what you say, why should we work hard? Anyway, we cannot violate the arrangement of fate. We can just lie down and die. At least we can live a little easier in the last days of our lives.

Christian was so angry that he almost laughed.

She didn't even know how she suppressed the anger in her chest without crushing the man directly.

Is it because of his status as a prophet?

Or did he kill Hermann and resolve a tumor in her heart that never went away?

In any case, he was lucky to be alive, but now he actually puts all the responsibility on fate?

What he means is that this is fate and not his fault?

"Do you want to say that this is all fate?" Christian said in a cold voice.

Ron smiled slightly: "Destiny is everywhere."

"So, has fate told you that you will die today?" Christian's eyes dropped slightly.

The temperature in the room dropped instantly.

The expressions of everyone in the room changed drastically.

Gerald wanted to persuade that it was just a pure accident, but the invisible pressure prevented anyone from speaking.

Ron didn't answer. He just stretched a little, still with a mysterious smile on his face, walked slowly to the table, poured a glass of water, and moistened his dry throat.

He felt more and more comfortable.

Although it seemed that he was facing a fatal threat, Christian only spoke and did not directly take action. Ron already understood that his life would not be a problem for the time being.

"Irelia, can you prepare some food for me? I'm a little hungry." Ron said gently.

Irelia glanced at Ron and the Great Saint next to her with a complicated expression. After a brief hesitation, she finally turned and left with Cecilia.

Serafina's little hand fell on the hilt of the sword. Although she was no match for the Great Saint, she was absolutely unwilling to see Ron being killed when he had just woken up.

At this moment, Ron spoke again: "I will die, but not now."

"Without your intervention, I will die in Larnaca City in more than ten days." Ron said softly: "I will be submerged in the ruins along with this city!"

Gerald looked gloomy.

He had already learned about Ron's prophecy from Virgil's mouth. This was an ending that Gerald could not accept.

Christian raised his eyebrows. As a prophet, how could he be so calm when he saw the date of his death?

Although Ron's strength is not very good, his character is not inferior to that of legendary masters.

"You know a lot of things?" Christian didn't even realize that the urge to kill Ron had subsided a lot: "You knew that you would be in a coma, that I would appear here?"

The first time he saw him, he called Christian's name...but Christian was very sure that she had never seen this man.

The smile on Ron's face remained unchanged: "A prophet is not omniscient. I only know what I know."

The slightly weird way of answering made Christian feel that this man was even more mysterious.

Christian's brows furrowed tightly. After a brief hesitation, she straightened her clothes, briefly combed her long hair, and sat down opposite Ron.

A beauty is a beauty. Although she is a little messy, she still has a charming style.

Seeing this scene, both Gerald and Virgil knew that Ron's life had been saved.

The admiration in Virgil's heart could not be greater.

Look, what is a master?

This is the real master.

Even a saint of Christian's level can actually do it in just a few words. When will he be able to do this?

"Where did your soul go?" Christian asked. She was very sure that just before being desecrated, Ron's body was empty and his soul did not exist.

But now, this man appeared in front of him vividly again, and his soul suddenly returned.

Christian had never experienced anything so weird.

Ron smiled, stretched out his hand and drew a horizontal line in front of him: "This is the past, the middle is the present, and the front is the future."

Nonsense, how deep, how inscrutable, how can you bluff people!

"In this short period of time, my soul has moved from the middle to the front. Naturally, you can't sense my soul in the middle."

Christian's beautiful eyes shrank slightly: "You mean, during the ten days you were asleep, your soul went to the future?"

Ron's breathing stagnated slightly. Damn it, did it actually take ten days to enter the soul boat?

He obviously didn't feel it for long.

It seems that I have to pay a little more attention to the illusion of time in the future.

Ron was noncommittal and did not answer Christian's question, but that attitude was basically acquiescence.

Christian still didn't seem to believe it: "I'm a little curious. In the future, will you see my existence? What will be my fate? When will I die?"

"Are you sure you want to know?" Ron glanced at Christian: "Believe me, knowing when you will die is not a happy thing. Although you can also try to reverse your fate, it is just in vain. Even blasphemy The god Archibald couldn’t change fate, do you believe you can?”

Inadvertently, Ron revealed a very important piece of information... The blasphemer Archibald once tried to change his fate against nature.

This news made Ron's image even taller.

Christian and Gerald glanced at each other quietly, and both could see the shock in each other's eyes. Although there are detailed records about Archibald in the history books, it seems that there are still many unknowns about him. 's secret.

"I'm sure." Christian lowered his eyes and said solemnly.

"That's it." Ron took another sip of tea, and then slowly said: "Don't worry, you will still be there in the future."

"That's all. Although it's against destiny to reveal the future, I'll consider it as compensation for you."

"Don't go to... Partridge's mausoleum." Ron originally wanted to say Archibald's mausoleum, but he thought that in this world, Archibald's existence had been replaced by Partridge. Change your words.

"As long as you don't enter Partridge's tomb, you can live forever, otherwise... you will be killed by Partridge."

The expression on Christian's face can no longer be described as weird. Why should she go to the tomb of Saint Partridge?

It's not like she has nothing to do.

The most important thing is that Partridge has died a long time ago. This existed thousands of years ago. How could she suddenly appear and even kill her?

Not only Christian, but also Gerald, Virgil and others all looked at each other, the information revealed by Ron was even more shocking.

"This is impossible, the sage Partridge has long..."

"Believe me, he is still alive." The smile on Ron's face became more and more mysterious: "And you will definitely step into Partridge's tomb. This is fate, and no one can change it."

Not far outside Ron's house, a ball of light suddenly exploded in the cloudy pupils of an old man with white beard and hair.

His lips were trembling, and there was extreme anger on his face.

There were footsteps behind them, it was Irelia and Cecilia who had just gone out to prepare food.

There was no particularly delicious meal prepared. Irelia held a bowl of gruel in her hands, and Cecilia only had a few pieces of soft bread in her hands.

Ron has been sleeping for ten days and has just woken up. He is not suitable for food that is too hard and greasy.

When she saw the old man at the door, Irelia showed a little surprise on her face: "Huh? Father Abraham? What are you doing here?"

Chapter 2 is here. If you have tickets, throw in some. I’m too sleepy. I’m going to bed.