DNF Card Dealer

The elf queen said softly: "Grandma Prophet, it's so windy here, let's go back to the house."

But the crone still sat as still as a statue, not speaking to the queen.

The queen's face changed drastically, and she reached out to the prophet's nose to sniff her.

The Prophet slowly raised his hand to stop the Queen's actions, and said in an old and weak voice: "Illya, grandma is not dead yet."

The queen retracted her hand in embarrassment, and then said worriedly: "Grandma Prophet, I am just worried about you."

The Prophet squinted his eyes and smiled, the wrinkles on his face added a touch of kindness to her. She stretched out her wrinkled palms, and the sunlight fell on her face through the cracks, but she could only see a blur of light faint.

"This world is becoming more and more blurred in my eyes. Maybe grandma won't be able to see this world again soon. It's a pity... I couldn't see this beautiful world clearly in the last days."

Ilya pursed her lips, knelt down and hugged the Prophet's legs, buried her head on her knees and said softly, "Grandma Prophet won't die, I won't let you die."

The Prophet stroked Illya's face lightly, and said with a smile: "Our elves come from nature and return to nature. I have lived for six thousand years. These eyes have allowed me to see too many things, and I am tired of living." The Goddess of Life is gone, and I don't know how to live anymore..."

"Grandma Prophet! I have something to save you!"

The prophet shook his head with a smile, and said: "As a prophet, or a prophet, I saw the end of my life a long time ago, and there is a thread called fate pulling me in the dark. There is no escape."

But Ilya said stubbornly: "You have already lost the ability to predict, how do you know if your destiny has changed in the past thousand years?"

The Prophet was silent for a while, his cloudy eyes looked at the stubborn Illya in front of him.

"I'm not afraid of death, why should I be so persistent."

Illya took out a bunch of consumable cards, drew out one of them "Remy's Aid" and handed it to the Prophet.

"Grandma Prophet, you try this, I believe fate is not static."

The Prophet took this to Remy's aid, and because her eyes were blurred, she could only see a golden card-like thing in her hand.

Seeing the prophet's puzzled look, Illya explained: "This is something from another world, which involves the level of laws and can restore our vitality!"

"Laws?" The Prophet gently rubbed the card in her hand, and she didn't feel any fluctuations in magic power.

"As long as you communicate with your mind and say 'use' silently."

Although the Prophet didn't believe that this little card could save her precarious body, he didn't want to disappoint Illya. After all, if she refuses to use it, the child Illya will be very sad.

Following Illya's instructions, the Prophet used "Remy's Aid".

I saw a burst of warm golden light shrouding the Prophet's body. Illya stood up and pushed back a few steps, fearing that she would affect the effect of the card.

A warm feeling filled the Prophet's body, and her cloudy eyes gradually became clear. Although they were still cloudy, they were much better than before!

When the golden light dissipated, the Prophet stood up from the seat. She stared blankly at the surrounding scene. The original mosaic-like world immediately became full of colors. Although it was still a little blurry, it was at best a reading glasses .

What shocked her even more was that her body had been repaired a lot!

A thousand years ago, when the Goddess of Life disappeared, the Prophet used her prophecy ability to predict the reason for the disappearance of the gods. She also lost the ability to predict because of this. After that, Illya has been trying to find a way for her. She has tried all kinds of treasures, but there is no way to cure her.

Because the backlash caused by peeping at fate has already touched the realm of law, that is to say, only the gods can save her, and it just so happened that the gods disappeared instantly on the same day, and the prophet has been living in such a Buddhist way since then.

However, I didn't expect that there would be a day when I could recover my health!

Ilya saw the Prophet standing up, and the slump was swept away from her whole body. She asked excitedly, "How is it, Grandma the Prophet? Has it worked?"

The Prophet suddenly laughed out loud: "Haha, I didn't expect that I would have a day to break free from my fate!"

Then Illya took out two "Remy's Aid" cards to the Prophet again, because this card proved to be effective for the Prophet. She was not sure if the other drinks were the same, so she only used this thing for the time being.

The Prophet didn't refuse either. The two "Remy's Aid" cards were all used up. Shengguang not only repaired the trauma she received due to backlash, her eyes had completely returned to normal, and the wrinkles on her body had also faded a lot.

A few minutes later, the aging prophet suddenly looked like a teenager.

The Prophet stood there for a while, wiping the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes: "I didn't expect that I would have a day when I was touched by myself, and I almost got used to the days of waiting to die every day."

Ilya ran over and hugged the Prophet: "Great, Granny Prophet! I told you that your future must have changed! Grandma will live another two thousand years!"

The Prophet smiled and asked about the origin of these cards.

Ilya repeated Vernia's words again.

"So we can easily buy this kind of card related to the law?"

"For now, yes."

The Prophet smiled and said, "Very good, Illya, do you mind if I use a few more?"

"Of course I don't mind, but what do you want to do, Grandma the Prophet?"

A strong will was revealed on the face of the prophet: "I want to predict where the goddess of life has gone?"

Ilya frowned and said, "But, last time you were backlashed because of this, I don't think it's necessary."

But the prophet shook his head and said, "No, it's very necessary! Without the goddess, I don't know the meaning of my life!"

Because, she used to be the Goddess of the Goddess of Life, and the Prophet used to be able to talk directly to the Goddess, which was why the Prophet was so prestigious among the elves.

The Prophet stretched out his old hand, and then a staff with a crystal ball inlaid flew out of her room and landed on her hand.

"Illya, step back a little and get your cards ready."

Put two fingers together and swipe across your eyes from left to right.

Then the Prophet opened her eyes. At this moment, her old eyes seemed to contain the eternal truth...