Chapter 478 The Prophet's Conspiracy and Salazar's Death

"Very good." Les reached out and took the map from Boiling Blood, and took away some of the venom in his pustules.

This venom, which has evolved over hundreds of years, is worth studying.

"There is one more thing." Before parting with Boiling Blood, Rice changed his mind and decided to find something for Boiling Blood to do.

"Help me collect the venom from the infected people. I'll come get it from you when I have time."

"Yes!"

Rice smiled and nodded, then his figure gradually disappeared and rushed to the location marked on the map.

While on the way, he also received the assessment criteria for this competition.

[Main mission: Successfully survive for 90 days. Players will be eliminated if the mission fails]

[Side Quest (I): Wealth Acquisition. For every 1 gold coins obtained, point will be awarded]

[Side Quest (II): Life Hunting. Kill prey with sufficient strength and you will be awarded points based on the strength of the prey]

[Random task: not yet triggered]

[The top sixteen players in the final points ranking will advance to the tournament finals]

After reading the published standards, Rice also smiled.

It can be seen that Rowena is also trying to relieve herself of stress. But even if these participating wizards go all out, how many enemies can they kill?

Only the natives of the alchemy world hunted by Hermione, Daphne and others have enough weight. The results of other contestants are meaningless.

After traveling for most of the day, Rice chose to have lunch in a small town he passed by.

The restaurant in the small town served food very quickly, and soon Les's table was placed with the dishes he ordered: cold cuts of aspic with some local sauce on top; a bowl of stew with unknown beast meat, animal offal and root vegetables similar to potatoes; and a bowl of dessert made of honey and cheese.

Just as Les was about to enjoy his lunch, which was not rich but fresh and hot, a man pushed open the restaurant's short door and walked in.

He was wearing a gold-thread robe that looked extremely expensive. His hair was completely white, but there was not a single wrinkle on his face. There was an air of nobility between his brows, which made him seem out of place in this ordinary small town restaurant.

As soon as he entered the room, he attracted everyone's attention.

Seeing such a distinguished guest coming, the diners in the restaurant lowered their voices a few notches.

The man ignored the waiter who came up and walked straight to Rice. Without asking him if he was willing, he pulled out the seat in front of Rice and sat down.

"Is the legendary prophet also interested in these coarse foods?" Les had recognized the other person's identity from the patterns on his robe and his physical features.

The other party was one of the top powers in the human camp, the Star Prophet Vashak. I had originally planned to look for him, but I didn't expect that he would come to me on his own.

"Since you recognize my identity, you should also know my background." Vashak's tone was very gentle, as if he was chatting with an old friend.

"I am the child of an ordinary farmer. A table of food like this was something I could only dream of when I was a child." Vashak's tone was still calm. He even took a set of knife, fork and plate from the next table, as if he was going to have lunch with Rice.

Rice was silent for two seconds, then signaled to the waiter to add more food - this amount was not enough for two people.

The two of them really enjoyed lunch together in this small restaurant like friends who had known each other for many years!

Les and Vashak both had healthy stomachs, and they quickly finished the table full of food.

"Since you are here, you probably know the purpose of my trip, right?" After wiping the soup from the corner of his mouth, Rice continued his conversation with Vashak in front of him.

"Yes." Vassago broke the bread and dipped it into the remaining broth at the bottom of the bowl.

"The technology here has really improved a lot. I remember that the bread here was so rough that I couldn't eat it. Now the quality is pretty good."

Vashak paused, then said, "After all, six hundred years have passed, and the technology for grinding and sifting wheat has indeed improved."

His eyes also became deeper: "When you spread the plague, you certainly didn't expect that humans would not only survive this disaster, but also continue to develop, right?"

"There are so many things I didn't expect, but I am really surprised at the current situation." Rice said sincerely.

Whether it was the fact that six hundred years had passed since he left here, or that the potion he left behind created a group of infected people and he became the "kind father" of these people, these were all things that Les had not expected.

"I'm no match for you." Vashak was silent for a long time, then continued his work of eliminating the leftovers.

"So you came to me to die? The fortune teller is quite straightforward. Would you like something to drink?"

"I guess so. I'd like a glass of ale. The quality of wine in this place is incredibly poor. Ale is more reliable."

The two chatted about topics that sounded very scary to outsiders. These things mixed into the daily conversation made the atmosphere seem extremely weird.

Soon, thanks to Vashak's efforts, the plates on the table became clean.

"No matter what, I am still treated as your guest. Please allow me to tell your fortune as a reward."

Rice narrowed his eyes slightly, not understanding what the prophet was up to.

Perhaps, divination was the beginning of the confrontation between the two.

He wanted to refuse.

Given Rice's personality, he would prefer to choose the safest and least likely way to deal with things.

He is a cautious person.

"Please don't refuse yet." Vashak said in an earnest tone: "I think you also know that the opportunity for a prophet to make the most accurate divination is rare, and it requires time, space, and fate to interweave together to make those divinations that are so accurate that they are terrifying.

But I am different. I have the ability to force myself into the prophetic divination state, even though it costs a huge price. Outsiders call it [divination that can only be done once in a lifetime]. Are you interested in letting me do divination now?"

Les was moved.

Although he knew that the divination was most likely a fraud, he finally agreed, because the opportunity to get a divination from a prophet is rare.

There are huge benefits involved here and no one can refuse. Rice believes that if his three old friends appeared here, they would make the same choice.

No matter what the prophet's attitude towards him is, as long as he really enters the divination state, what he reveals must be the truth. This is due to the nature of divination, and Vashak cannot do anything about it.

Vashak used an open strategy.

"You convinced me, please." Les decided that even if he would be injured by Vashak's conspiracy, he would let the other party tell his fortune for him once.

Vassago had a happy smile on his face.

"That's great, but please clear out those people who are in the way."

"This is natural."

Vashago was referring to the waiters, diners, and prominent figures in the town who had rushed over after hearing the news. Since the star prophet Vashago had appeared here, it was natural for these people to rush over to show their courtesy.

But Rice would not allow anyone to interfere with the prophet's divination.

He waved his wand lightly, and the people in the tavern fell to the ground one after another. He also created a barrier outside the tavern. Since Vassago was right in front of him, he did not kill these people, but just let them fall asleep.

Anyway, these ordinary people are not the target of his trip, so it’s okay to spare their lives.

Watching Les's actions, Vashak said nothing, but silently drew a magic circle on the ground.

As Vashak drew the magic circle, Rice watched his movements intently, trying to learn something from them.

"Don't bother." Vashak said to Rice as he drew lines on the ground, "A prophet's prediction requires talent. Without talent, it's useless no matter how well you draw a magic circle."

Rice naturally understood this principle, but it did not prevent him from remembering every detail of the magic circle.

If you don't have the talent for divination, then just take it back and give it to someone who has the talent.

This is also the precious wealth of this world. If the contestants have a bit of brains, they should not spend all their energy on accumulating points, but should collect as much knowledge as possible from this world and then take it out for enlightenment.

This is also a big gift package that he, Rowena and Helga have given to the magical world.

The children only need to learn the knowledge about the other world, and Salazar has more work to do.

Seeing that Rice refused to listen, Vashak did not stop him - if he wanted to watch, he could watch. He did not care.

Today's Vashak is as stable as the old German engineer. Let me show you! You can copy the shape, but you can't copy its soul!

Vashak's magic circle is composed of three parts: the outermost layer is an octagonal star pattern, the inner layer is a square cross, and further inside is a triangle. He himself stands in the center of the triangle, and is also in the center of the octagonal star and the square cross.

He took out eight candles from his arms and placed them on the eight corners of the octagonal star. He then took out four opaque bottles and placed them on the four vertices of the square cross. Finally, he took out a black meteorite, a handful of grayish-white soil, and a device similar to a convex lens.

Vashak placed the meteorite and gray-white soil in the corners of the triangle in turn, and finally used a convex lens to focus the sunlight on the last corner.

At this point, as if he had made all the preparations, he sat down cross-legged and began to place bottles and jars filled with ointments and unknown herbs around him.

"Sun, moon, stars, water, fire, earth, wind, and the outermost are the eight directions? And there are some auxiliary materials..." Rice felt that he had figured out something.

Vashak had not lied to himself, the standard of this divination was ridiculously high. As a divinationist, the price Vashak had to pay was also extremely shocking.

With the lighting of several ointments and herbs, Vashak quickly got into the state under the smoke.

His eyes rolled up, revealing only the whites of his eyes, and a few veins popped out on his forehead. He murmured in a low, hoarse voice:

【A snake, a lion, a raven and a badger set out on a journey together.

They overcame one difficulty after another, but eventually parted ways during their journey.

Even if they go their separate ways, it does not affect the fact that their lives are so magnificent and colorful.

The snake hatched two eggs. From one egg came a snake, and from the other, strangely enough, came a lion!

All four animal friends are sick, each one sicker than the other.

Snakes shed their skins constantly, but they still die in the end——】

As he turned his eyes and talked to himself, puffs of smoke came out of the things he had displayed, and more and more blue veins popped out on his forehead.

By the time he got to the end, his face was covered with beads of sweat, and the white in his eyes was replaced by blood red.

Finally, after he made the prediction that "the snake cannot escape death", he could no longer hold on and fell to the ground, knocking over those smoking gadgets.

Vashak regained consciousness in an instant, and his life force began to weaken at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect...you are actually..." he said in a weak voice.

"Hmm?" Vashak's voice brought Les back to his senses from thinking about the prophecy.

"You don't belong to this world... Ha..." The light in Vashak's eyes quickly disappeared, and his body began to disintegrate into ashes bit by bit.

At the same time, the roof of the restaurant collapsed inexplicably, and a ray of sunlight shone through it, falling right on Les's face.

At this moment, Les's hair stood on end, as if he was being stared at by something, and Vashak was completely reduced to ashes at this moment, leaving only a handful of ashes on the ground.

Rice raised his head and stared at the sky.

Ever since Vassago's demise, he could feel that something was watching him. This gaze came from all directions, omnipresent but nowhere to be found.

Les understood.

He lowered his head, looked at the powder in front of him, and laughed. Rice's laughter became louder and louder, until he couldn't even straighten his back.

"What a Star Prophet, what a Vashak! This is the way he would do it!"

Les originally thought that Vashak would put a curse on him or something, but he didn't expect that in the end he would find ways to make himself discovered by the will of this world.

Curses can be broken, but there is no way to break the current situation where you are being targeted by the world consciousness, unless you take the initiative to leave this world.

This is equivalent to putting a layer of shackles on himself, and every battle he fights from now on will definitely be a disadvantageous situation.

If you fight an opponent who is good at thunder and lightning, the sky will be covered with dark clouds. If you fight an opponent who is good at wind, a storm will arise out of nowhere and your luck will also get worse. There is no doubt about this.

This is what the legendary "the whole world is targeting me" means. This is not the kind of minor targeting that occurs when you first enter the world of alchemy. It does have a great impact on the display of your strength.

Rice gradually stood up straight. He understood that he would have to fight some tough battles with the natives of the alchemy world.

"Come on!" A light ignited in Les's eyes, "Let me see how many talents were born in the alchemy world six hundred years later!"

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