"……prophecy?"

There was a pause in the music of the ball, and the undead nobles stared at Sophie's back and profile for a moment. At this moment, all eyes were fixed on Sophie, who stood upright.

Those joking eyes were like preparing to watch a liar perform.

Another jester trying to please the king in strange ways?

Sophie stretched out her hand to stop Anthony's attempt to draw the sword, looked at the king, and said seriously:

"We got a prophecy from the Merlin family in one place."

Merlin...

Most of the original questioning gaze disappeared, turning into confusion and uncertainty.

The Skeleton King turned his head, and his action made all the sounds present disappear.

In the eyes of everyone, the king looked at the queen who had been keeping quiet like a ghost beside him, and he sighed:

"Merlin..."

"It's a name I haven't heard for a long time since the last member of their family disappeared."

The queen shook her head quietly and warned in a low voice:

"King, you shouldn't listen to prophecies like this. A king like that will never end well."

Waving his hand heroically, the king said nonchalantly:

"Hahaha! I don't care, I'm different! I'm the King of Heroes."

Turning back, the Skeleton King nodded to Sophie and said with a smile:

"Young lady from a foreign country, tell me..."

"Let me hear it and see what kind of prophecy it is!"

…

…

"you this!!!"

The roar exploded in the room and resounded in the dark village, causing subtle changes in the originally quiet village and town.

combustion!

Charlie stood up suddenly from the stool, slammed the table heavily, and glared at Ning Feng, who was sitting quietly.

"Don't push yourself too far!!!"

The angry flames were burning, but the air became even colder.

But in this intertwining of cold and heat, Ning Feng's smile became even brighter.

"Don't push yourself too far? Come on, there are only two of us here now, there's no need to pretend anymore."

"No one else is looking at you. You don't have to act like I'm making an excessive request."

The devil's smile was bright, and his dazzling eyes were as scarlet and eerie as the full moon in the sky.

"We are both poor people abandoned by the gods. We should be companions, right?"

"I understand your mood, so I understand even more that you shouldn't be so...angry."

Your true emotions are clear to my perception.

There is only the appearance of anger, but no real angry essence.

You are obviously not angry.

But why bother pretending?

Ning Feng leaned back on the dusty chair, but didn't care, staring at Charlie and saying:

"After listening to your story, I have always wanted to ask you a question...Who do you think is the instigator of all this?"

"Is it me? No way."

Smiling, Ning Feng forced Charlie to face the facts and start thinking along his lines.

"Think about it, who is the being who has the ability to cause what is happening in front of you and has such power?"

"You wouldn't have thought of it. You just refuse to think about it and don't want to think about it in detail. But...have you really not thought about it?"

Ning Feng doesn’t believe it.

For a long time, Graywater Town has been a prison.

The other villagers are unaware of the problem, and Charlie, the only sober one, is the real prisoner.

"The person who can do all this is a god."

It’s the god you have been “believing in”!

Bang.

Charlie's body fell backwards, hitting the chair behind him, and he shouted:

"No! My Lord is protecting me!"

"This is a test, and He is expecting me to find a solution myself! I..."

Ning Feng also raised his voice and angrily said:

"Stop lying to yourself!!!"

Is this protection?

It's better to stop joking.

This is obviously a curse!

To his own believers, that god gave him the cruelest treatment.

Let Charlie live forever and remain the most sober and powerless person day after day.

"Actually, you understand everything."

Trapped in a cage called "Greywater Town", Charlie, who is familiar with every inch of this place, has to face himself.

Forced to think and understand what exactly I am facing.

Then, he will definitely come to a conclusion.

Even the most ignorant person will come up with the answer after such a period of time.

"Your faith has actually been rotten for a long time, just like your body."

It has long been in decay.

In one year or two years, his faith will not change at all, and he will even regard this as a test and become stronger.

In ten or twenty years, he will start to think, but he will still maintain his original piety.

But after one hundred years, two hundred years...

No matter how strong your original beliefs are, doubts will arise.

And how long did Charlie go through?

At least, a thousand years.

A thousand years is enough time for dynasties to change, for the sea to change, for the sun and the moon to change the sky.

There are very few things that are eternal and can survive the erosion of time without changing.

Faith can do it.

But at least, Ning Feng didn't think that a priest abandoned by the gods would be able to survive.

And what Charlie had shown to Ning Feng before was that he was completely a qualified fanatical believer.

This is very abnormal.

Performance?

Okay, keep performing in front of me!

hehe.

I want to see what you can hide?

Bang!

Sitting down hard, Charlie held his head hard and beat it hard!

"No! Stop talking!!!"

But no matter how the other party wailed, Ning Feng had no intention of stopping.

Ning Feng stood up, walked to Charlie step by step, leaned over and whispered in his ear:

"Now you are still looking for believers for Him, but you are just maintaining the past and trying to maintain your own sanity."
To be continued...