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"A good thing?" Siosande was silent and murmured to himself, as if he was mocking himself, "Senior, sometimes I really don't know what you are thinking, or am I simply not in your sight?"

He took a deep breath and said, "Senior Sartre, do you know how much the teacher prefers you?"

For a moment, they seemed to have forgotten that there was Aaron in this room.

Before Sartre could react, Siosande said to himself: "It goes without saying that you have been treated well in the Tower of Stars. Now this time when I go out, the teacher will give me a drop of blazing sun potion for you, not to mention that the teacher will also give me a drop of blazing sun potion for you." Conduct advanced prophecies in person."

Speaking of this, his voice couldn't help but rise a few points higher.

"Senior Sartre, the teacher personally took action to serve as a deputy to you, a prophet who can't predict! You don't understand prophecy? It's okay, the teacher understands! He is the best prophet on this continent, and he is helping You, Senior Sartre, am trying my best to help you, but what about you?"

"Senior Sartre, what are you doing?" A strange blush appeared on Siosande's pale face. "I'm not jealous of the teacher's preference for you. I know the past between you and the teacher, but!"

His words were sonorous, "But why are you wasting his preference for you, Senior Sartre!"

There was only silence in the house, and there was no room for any sound.

Sartre was speechless, lowering his eyes and looking straight at the ground, not daring to look into Sosander's eyes that seemed to be burning with fire.

"What are you waiting for?" Siosande's tone became more and more high-pitched as he spoke. He even couldn't help but stepped forward, grabbed Sartre's collar, and forced Sartre to look into his eyes.

"I don't believe it. I don't believe that a person can only achieve such results under such conditions!" Siosande looked at Sartre. "Others may only see you standing still for many years, but I don't believe it. I I can’t believe that such a person can master the spice ratio and ritual composition in so many years.”

When Siosande said this, he directly raised Sartre's palm, and the pair of inconspicuous spice gloves were still on his hands.

"Senior Sartre, I know very well the true weight of your pair of gloves. With these gloves alone, you can be snatched by those old lunatic pharmacists in the Tower of the Sun! You can accurately grasp a dozen or even dozens of items. The balance between spices, the ability to flexibly use spices and streamlined rituals to fight... This inconspicuous improvement and invention is enough to be included in the inscription of the Tower of Stars, and can even be compiled into a volume as the "Annotations of the Prophet's Combat" A related reference textbook!”

Siosande listed Sartre's achievements one by one, and his tone became more and more angry: "So, please tell me, Senior Sartre, what are you waiting for?"

By the end, the whole room was filled with his roar.

This man who seemed so polite and hypocritical finally took off his mask at this moment, revealing his true face like a lion.

"I don't know." Even though Siosande grabbed him by the collar and yelled at him, Sartre didn't feel angry at all. In other words, he could understand Siosande's anger and couldn't feel any anger.

Everything Siosande said was true, and he could not refute it.

If a gold coin system prophet or diviner wants to successfully advance from the Bronze level to the Silver level, according to the rules, he must make a correct prophecy.

Or it can be thought that extraordinary people utilize and use extraordinary aura according to their own understanding.

However, over the years, none of Sartre's predictions were truly successful, and there would always be some deviations in some inexplicable places.

However, advancement requires an accurate prophecy. Only the prophet who can feel the breath of fate from the prophecy and come into contact with the feedback of fate can truly advance to the Silver level.

If the journey from Black Iron to Bronze is just a simple accumulation of quantity, allowing extraordinary people to gradually build a cognitive system and lay the foundation, then there will be a qualitative change from Bronze to Silver.

Extraordinary people must find their own way of understanding from the extraordinary atmosphere like the vast ocean, and find the key that suits them to open the door to the new world.

However, before this incident, Sartre seemed to have been unable to find the key to this door at all, and even Siosande couldn't help but wonder whether Sartre was really standing in front of this door.

"Ahem," Seeing that the situation was about to deteriorate further, Aaron couldn't help but cough a few times and signaled his presence to the two of them.

Aaron really wanted to continue listening, but seeing that their personal matters were about to be involved, he had no choice but to give up.

Family scandals should not be publicized, and some things are better heard less.

This cough made Sartre and Siosande realize something. Siosande glanced at Aaron, slowly let go of his hand, casually took a few steps back, and opened the distance between him and Sartre. distance.

Sartre responded to Siosande seriously: "I really don't know what I'm waiting for. Maybe I've been abandoned by fate." He laughed at himself with a wry smile, and his words were full of helplessness.

This time, his prophecy did come true. He found Aaron and experienced an unspeakable feeling.

But what about next time?

After this advancement, he is just a silver-level prophet, and there are many such prophets in the Star Tower.

He couldn't find an apprentice at all, and it was impossible to find one.

How long can his teacher keep him safe?

Sartre didn't want to know, and didn't dare to know.

He is very aware of the current situation and is willing to work harder, but some things seem to be beyond the reach of hard work.

After so many years of hard work, and with the teacher personally acting as his assistant in the ceremony, he finally succeeded in advancing.

But what about next time?

He still has the audacity to ask the teacher for help?

What's the price next time?

Could it be that the entire Star Tower has to serve him?

Thinking of this, Sartre sighed, "Siosander, stop talking, I understand, I will leave."

"Do you really think I need this answer?" Siosande laughed angrily, and actually sneered repeatedly, "Senior Sartre, sometimes I have to admit that you are really disappointing. You have to understand, What I need is someone who is important enough to be my senior, not someone who gets discouraged and retreats midway.”

He glanced lightly at Aaron lying on the bed and left the room.

When he stepped out of the room, he said without looking back: "I don't feel sad about using the Blazing Yang Potion, I just feel sad about the teacher's expectations for you. Maybe the teacher doesn't want to say , then let this arrogant and arrogant junior student be such a villain."

Sartre stood silently, looking at the empty door quietly, with a helpless smile on his face.

After a long time, he finally turned around and said to Aaron: "Do you feel that I am very..."

He struggled to find words to describe himself.

"Believe in yourself, after all, every senior who has repeated grades for many years must be a master of sex." Aaron couldn't help but complain.

"...explosive seed?"

"Oh, thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty!"

"Does it mean the reincarnation of fate?" Although Sartre couldn't understand Aaron's nonsense, he could vaguely grasp something.

However, he sighed secretly.

Fate?

If fate doesn't intend to favor him, how can he be destined?