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Sartre's status was so noble that he could ignore the Iris family in the kingdom, so the little prison guard naturally didn't dare to stop him.

In other words, they pretended not to see the swaggering Aaron, and deliberately pushed the thick prison door open a little more to facilitate passage.

And Sartre specially explained in a low voice: "Sir, I am currently living in the City Lord's Mansion, where it is safer."

Hey, is it an adult again?

Aaron noticed this honorific and suddenly thought of the city defense captain Colin, the bald middle-aged man who seemed to have called him that.

At first, he thought it was just a courtesy title, but now that he thinks about it, something seems a little wrong.

"Then why does Uncle Sart live in the City Lord's Mansion?" Aaron asked subconsciously.

If two people just walk and don't chat, the atmosphere will be too boring.

Besides, he couldn't suppress his curiosity.

He knew very well that Sartre was definitely not his cheap uncle, and there was no reason to take action.

Sartre whispered: "I will explain this matter to you when I get back."

For some reason, the prison of Leiden City was built near the city lord's palace. Sartre and Aaron walked for only a few minutes, along a thick stone wall and passed through several gatekeepers before arriving at the temporary residence.

It was still noon, and the sunlight illuminated the scene inside the house.

Although the residence was prepared for a noble prophet, the facilities were not particularly luxurious. There were only a bed, a table, two chairs and a box for storing sundries.

The only decoration in the entire room was a silver candlestick placed on a wooden table.

Everything is simple yet durable.

Sartre took out his crystal ball again and poured out the azure blue psychic powder from the leather bag on his waist.

But this time, after he pondered for a while, he gritted his teeth, poured out a little more and sprinkled it on the crystal ball.

Aaron could clearly feel an inexplicable fluctuation spreading in the room. Although it was sprinkled on the crystal ball, the entire residence was actually emitting a blue light.

It seemed that because there was so much psychic powder this time, the blue color did not disappear with the wind.

"Uncle Sartre, this is..."

"Sir, this is a star magic barrier that can prevent our conversations from being eavesdropped by others." Sartre said respectfully, and also added: "Please call me Sartre. I believe you should know that I Not your uncle, this is just a cover-up."

really……

Aaron understood clearly, "So, Sartre, why do you want to help me?"

"Because I am a prophet," Sartre replied without hesitation, and then paused, "...my advanced prophecy tells me that I should look for you, and you have what I need. "

"Then what do you need?" Aaron's mouth twitched.

Traveling to a different world, the old man at the beginning wanted his life.

But now, the two men are in the same room, and the sound insulation effect is even better, making it almost impossible for anyone to disturb...

Aaron, who has been educated by the explosion of modern knowledge, always feels a little strange, as if he sees the friendly face of a certain man.

"I don't know." Sartre shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I am a prophet, but I am not a prophet... I don't have fragmented or obscure dream images, only brief reminders."

His advanced prophecy was specially prepared for him by his mentor. With the power of the Star Tower itself, he was able to grasp a certain possibility in the long river of destiny.

And this can be regarded as a certain benefit of the Tower of Stars, and it is also what many prophets dream of.

"What's the prompt?"

Sartre subconsciously looked up at the roof, hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Go east, player of the string of fate."

Looking at Aaron's confused eyes, Sartre couldn't help but add: "It's easy to understand walking eastward. I traveled all the way eastward to get here. The player of the String of Destiny mainly refers to the person whose destiny has been changed. "

Speaking of this, he looked at Aaron specifically.

Even if Julian, the master of the Star Tower, thinks that he does not have the talent to become an outstanding prophet, he is a solid bronze-level prophet after all.

Of course he knew what the words "changed destiny" really meant.

Everyone's destiny gathers together to form a long river of destiny. Everyone's destiny has been set from the beginning, and "changed destiny" undoubtedly causes a certain drop of water to change its position restlessly.

Although this may be the destined fate and does not jump out of the category of fate, this trivial change also requires an extremely expensive price.

In Sartre's memory, the lowest level of destiny modification requires a gold-level or above prophet to cooperate with specific rituals.

Not to mention the pitiful low success rate, regardless of success or failure, the person who performs the ceremony, that is, the prophet, will still need to spend at least five years of his life. It is more likely that he will go crazy or even go crazy because of seeing something he shouldn't see during the ceremony. To become a cult member of a religious sect.

"The more far-sighted you are, the more ignorant you are."

This sentence is a motto that all gold coin-type extraordinary people must remember. It is also engraved on the door of the Star Tower for all visitors to remember.

Thinking of this, Sartre firmly believed that there must be a gold-level transcendent standing behind Aaron.

Or...can you ask the teacher?

Sartre couldn't help but come up with this idea, but he immediately snuffed it out and secretly smiled bitterly.

While Sartre was reminiscing, Aaron was also thinking.

Although he doesn't understand the true meaning behind "Player of the String of Destiny", he can understand the meaning of "Destiny is changed".

It seems that his inexplicable time travel has changed the fate of the original body owner?

The memories of this period came to mind again, flashing one by one like a revolving lantern, but Aaron always felt that something was wrong.

"Do you know about the Cult of the Human-Faced Rat?" Aaron asked hesitantly, thinking of the old man at the beginning and the black smoke that looked like a living thing.

"I don't know much about the Cult of the Human-Faced Rat. I just know that they are a group of cultists who are good at concealment and disguise. The object of their faith is the Human-Faced Rat, a kind of rat with a human face. Of course, this kind of rat a large amount."

Sartre frowned and tried to remember, "According to legend, as long as a believer is pious enough, he can even be recognized by a human-faced mouse and become a human-faced mouse. Of course, there are also believers who try to find sacrifices for their masters through specific advent rituals. And let his Master come into this world.”

He couldn't help but glance at Aaron.

It seems that Aaron was used as a sacrifice for the Advent Ceremony of the Man-Faced Rat Cultists not long ago.

"Aren't you afraid that I have become a human-faced rat?" Aaron said half-jokingly.

Of course he didn't believe he was possessed by a human-faced rat.

He was now vaguely certain that the strange black smoke should be the soul of a certain human-faced rat, and his system could only be activated by absorbing the soul of the human-faced rat.

It's just that Aaron couldn't help but feel a bit of toothache when he recalled the system's requirements, "Absorbing new energy will activate the first stage."

But where can we absorb new energy?

It's impossible to make him a sacrifice for a religious order's advent ceremony all over again, right?

There should be no such thing as half price for the second time, right?