Huh? Are they all real?

"The future of Elmeran Westeros? Haha, what a good father, Trajan."

Maybe it was because he was about to get the answer he wanted, or maybe it was just that after a long wait, he finally had an audience with status and knowledge that matched his.

In short, he seemed to talk more.

And he was no longer like the first generation troublemaker in Morn's memory.

Instead, he was like a gentle wise man.

"Do you want to know who your daughter will marry in the end? Or whether she can always stay by your side?"

"Although I don't have a daughter, I think this is all a father wants to know, right?"

In fact, Elmeran is not my daughter, but you are right, I really want to know these things!

After silently complaining in his heart, Morn nodded and said:

"In fact, I want to know everything, is it okay?"

He spread his hands and smiled:

"Of course, I am the eldest son!"

The ancient stone slab emerged out of thin air, and the peeling stone skin was fine and fragmented.

And Morn was watching nervously.

In Profitus's eyes, this was just a father worrying about his daughter's future.

But in fact, Moon was afraid that he was like this, and Profitus predicted something that could not be predicted, so that he would not only die on the spot the next moment, but also drag himself, who was standing next to him, into the ditch.

Fortunately, there was no accident.

Seeing that the stone skin on the slab stopped peeling, Moon hurriedly looked at Profitus.

After confirming that he was still alive, Moon asked:

"So is it okay?"

Profitus smiled and said:

"I didn't expect that the dignified Sword and Shield King would be so nervous about his daughter's prophecy. Don't worry, although I didn't see it, I can probably feel whether it is good or bad, there is no problem."

No, I'm actually asking you.

But Moon certainly couldn't say that, so he went straight up and looked at the slab.

It was still the standard God Age text.

"I believe you don't need my translation, so you can take it directly."

Although it was a prophecy he made, he didn't plan to read it.

He directly pushed the floating stone tablet to Moon.

Moon, who got the stone tablet, fell into hesitation and silence.

There was only a simple sentence on it, but what was written made Moon hard to understand.

What does it mean - the long night is about to dawn? ? ? ! ! !

Finally, after confirming that he couldn't understand, Moon looked directly at Profitus.

"I don't quite understand this, so, God Profitus, please explain it to me."

Profitus shook his head and smiled:

"How difficult can it be? Although there are indeed some vague and mysterious prophecies, as a source of prophecy, the prophecies I make are definitely simple and easy to understand."

"Trajan, you are just too concerned about your daughter. Give it to me, I will explain it to you to reassure you, huh?"

"What does the long night mean to dawn? ? ? "

Even the eldest son who made the prophecy felt confused in front of this short prophecy.

"Is that so? What does this mean?"

Moen's answer made Profitus raise his eyebrows slightly.

Even in that great betrayal, he had never received such a vague prophecy.

Why could a little girl go wrong like this?

"Long night generally refers to difficulties, imminent means it will be soon, and dawn represents good results. Has your daughter encountered any difficulties recently?"

"I don't think so."

This made both of them look at each other.

For the first time, the eyes of the two supremes showed confusion and puzzlement as well as deep dislike for each other.

That's your prophecy, how could you not know it?

That's your daughter, how could you not know it?

But because they are still allies, Profitus put down the slate and said:

"Forget it, although it's vague, it obviously means it's a good thing. Change the question."

Seeing that this guy is so useless, the dislike in Moen's eyes became more and more obvious.

But he still asked:

"What about Ansha?"

"Ah, your queen and goddess, good question."

The new slate flew up.

A new stone skin fell.

A new prophecy emerged.

"Here, this time it will definitely surprise you!"

Out of confidence, he still didn't look at his prophecy.

And Morn took the stone tablet with half-belief.

Then Morn's brows almost twisted together.

"I think you should come and see it, Profitus."

Noticing that the suffix of God was gone, Profitus had a bad premonition in his heart.

Can't it?

I am the source of the prophet! Can't come twice?

After taking the stone tablet again, Profitus couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Because it's still the same sentence - the long night is about to dawn!

"Are you really sure that there is nothing wrong with Baratheon?"

"I am the Lord of Baratheon, of course I am sure!"

I defeated all the enemies around Baratheon and before, and Ansha also successfully ascended to godhood.

It's like this, what long night needs to be dawned?

Could it be that I, the king, or Ansha, the god, would destroy Baratheon myself?

Seeing this, Profitus had no choice but to put the slate in his hand aside calmly:

"It seems that both the goddess and the princess encountered the same thing. Although it is still unclear for the time being, the result must be good. So let's change the question."

If it were other prophets who had stepped forward step by step by practicing the path of God, for example, his two successors might really be able to give some useful insights at this moment.

After all, the predictions they could get at the beginning were all such vague predictions.

But as the eldest son whose beginning is the end, in this aspect, he is really not as good as those latecomers who have climbed up step by step.

"Change someone else? Ansha and Aier have both asked, who else can be replaced? And are you really reliable? Who knows if you will tell me that the long night is about to dawn?"

Moen is now really starting to wonder if this guy is causing trouble on purpose.

After all, this guy has been bad at leaking pus since before, and the bad reputation of the prophet also started from him. Although what he said before sounds good, he might be planning to harm his allies now!

"Trajan, you have to believe me!"

Seeing this, Moen pointed at himself and said:

"Well, look at me, see if I am also a long night about to dawn!"

After saying these words, Moen put his hands behind his back, and at the same time, several hair rings were unknowingly put on Moen's fingers.

Moen is ready to go.

Profitus started a new prophecy to prove his own.

This time he stared directly at the stone slab in front of him the entire time.

But what Moen expected was that he still came up with the prophecy very simply.

This made Moen feel confused for a moment. Shouldn't he be so relaxed?

Not to mention dying immediately, you at least had to lie down on the spot!

Profitus said with satisfaction:

"This time it's very clear, but Trajan, do you have any trouble with the elves?"

"What?"

"Just look at it."

Moen looked suspiciously.

Moen felt huge astonishment for a moment, because the prophecy of the tablet was:

Don't trust the Holy Tree!