Chapter 477 Greed and the Magic Wand
In the quiet forest, beside the calm water pool.
Holding the black scissors, the young prince stabbed the old woman who stood stiffly like a sculpture, as if venting his fear and anger.
However, when the high point of emotions passed, Paris gradually regained his sanity by looking at the dark golden blood oozing from the old body.
Golden blood, that is the color of divine blood, and the blood from the God King also confirmed this result.
The blood of the gods, or the gods themselves.
The reason why he couldn't be sure was because of the gray matter mixed in the blood.
The prince didn't know what fate was backlashing, but his instinct told him that this was definitely not a good thing.
"Mr. Paris, it seems that what you see in the water is not very beautiful."
"But don't worry, no matter what you see, it's just a direction for the future."
"Just like you now, you have embarked on a completely different path. War and death are no longer with you."
As if seeing the prince's confusion, Ryan smiled and comforted.
No matter what, Paris helped me today, and he shouldn't return empty-handed.
Maybe I can give him a good place to avoid this war that affects the world... But just when Ryan was about to continue speaking, the prince suddenly raised his head.
Glancing at the black scissors, Paris's eyes slowly moved up.
When their eyes crossed in the air, Ryan didn't see fear in the prince's eyes, but only desire and struggle.
"This... Your Excellency."
"She is dead, and the things she showed me should not have a chance to become real, right."
As if he was choosing his words, Paris spoke slowly.
"Yes, you are right, at least you can understand it this way."
"Atropos will not come to you again... As for what she showed you, they had no chance of becoming real."
Ryan nodded slightly and agreed.
"Is that so..."
With a flicker in his eyes, the prince subconsciously brushed the black scissors with his hand.
Dark golden blood flowed from it, making this seemingly ordinary tool mysterious and dangerous.
However, feeling the cold touch, Paris' heart became hot.
"Then, sir, it seems that you have got what you want and took this opportunity to kill your enemy - although this is not what we agreed in advance, I did provide you with some help, right?"
"That's right, so if you want to know something, I'm happy to help you solve your doubts."
"If you want anything, I can also try to help you achieve it."
Frowning slightly, Ryan nodded again.
But at this moment, looking at the prince with a changing gaze, Ryan realized the other party's true thoughts now.
It's easy to change the country, but it's hard to change one's nature... Perhaps some things, even without the influence of fate, are destined to happen.
However, although he had already guessed it, Ryan still asked a question at the end.
"So Paris, after you have accomplished all this, what do you want to gain?"
"Is it power, wealth, or long life and eternal beauty?"
"No matter which one you choose, I can satisfy you."
"No, I don't want any of them."
With a firm tone, the prince slowly said: "I want all of these, but I have already experienced them."
"Power, I was born as the son of the king, and wealth, I have never lacked it."
"And now I am not old yet, why should I worry about youth?"
"So if I have to choose the one I want most... then I have only one answer."
Word by word, in front of Ryan, Paris finally read out the name that haunted him in the vision just now.
"Helen, I want Helen."
"I only want her, I am her favorite, and she is my only one; and having witnessed the hardships of the future, we will never repeat the same mistakes."
"..."
"...If you want to find her, why come to me?"
"You should know where she is and how to bring her back."
After a moment of silence, Ryan looked at Paris, as if looking at a plank that was heading towards the abyss.
However, standing near the nameless pool, the prince was unaware.
"Of course I know where she is, and I will never forget every moment with her, even though it was just a meeting in a fantasy.
"But this time is different. This time, I will not take her away secretly. I will take her away from home openly; and this time, even if there is still no medicine for Oenone's wounds, I can live to the end of my life. "
Oenone, the daughter of the river god Cobryn, is Paris's true wife and the only one who can save him from death in the prophecy.
But in the original destiny, the prince abandoned her for Helen.
And in the end, when he was shot by an arrow, there was no medicine to cure him, and he could only face death in despair.
And this time, although the situation has changed, Paris has the same idea.
"You want this pair of scissors, right, but this is the witch who gave it to me personally."
"Although I don't know its real use, I know that without the user's permission, others should not be able to use this special tool."
"Since you claim to have more exquisite skills than her, then show it so that I can fight against the hero's bow and arrow and take Helen away from Sparta."
"Exchange one piece for another, the scissors belong to you, and the power belongs to me. This is my only request."
Even though he knows that the person in front of him may not be a kind person, he may not be dissatisfied because of his own request.
But as recorded in the myth, Paris dared to give up Hera and Athena and chose the obviously weaker Aphrodite, which is enough to show that he is a 'qualified' hero of Chaos.
Risking one's life for a momentary dispute, attacking a kingdom for a beauty, or even provoking the gods to show off one's abilities, and then finally being punished and cursed by the gods.
The prince of Troy was like this, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all.
"...Okay, if this is your request, then I agree to you."
"That's it for today. You will get what you want."
Nodding slowly, since Paris wants such an ability, Ryan will give it to him.
Reaching out and breaking off a branch from the nearest tree, Ryan erased it, leaving only a stick with seven knots.
With a little force, the wooden stick pricked his finger, and the blood stained the wooden stick red.
Ryan then inserted it into the bleeding wound of Atropos, like two magnets attracting each other, and the dark golden blood mixed with the wooden stick.
The blood of ‘humans’ and the blood of ‘gods’, the intertwining of destiny and fate.
Paris was rewarded for stabbing Fortune, and thus came his reward.
Time passed by minute by second, until the blood on his face lost three points, Atropos's wound no longer flowed dark golden liquid droplets, and the appearance of the wooden stick that was nearly two palms long had changed drastically.
The seven self-generated links of trees are arranged in a regular pattern, just like the phalanges of a finger.
Fine lines come and go along the wood texture, like blood vessels and skin.
With a long breath, Ryan handed it to the young prince, and Paris took it with confusion on his face.
"What's this?"
"This is what you want, the 'power' to fulfill your wishes."
Ryan said calmly with a calm voice.
"Power, why don't I feel it?"
Frowning, Paris was a little disappointed.
Can a bloody stick also help him bring Helen back?
Holding the bottom of the stick, the young prince didn't know what to do for a moment.
There was nothing special about it, it was just an ordinary branch that could be broken easily... However, just when Paris was about to ask, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of intuition.
Hold the stick high above your head, pointing the tip toward the sky.
The next moment, right in front of the prince's eyes, the clouds over the entire mountain range began to rotate.
From a little bit, it forms a huge vortex.
Within a moment, the sky had darkened.
"This...this is!"
I don’t know the principle, and I don’t know how I did it. It seems that I just ‘wanted’ it and everything was achieved.
The prince looked at the forger beside him in surprise, but at this moment, Ryan no longer looked at him.
"This is what you want."
"You thought she was a witch... so she might as well be."
"You didn't understand what witchcraft was, so you still don't understand it now."
"But it doesn't matter, because as the key and core of this incident, it was born because of you, and it should belong to you."
"You can think of it as the reward you get after 'defeating fate'."
"I...conquer fate?"
He looked stunned, but Paris quickly accepted this fact.
"Yes, that's right."
This is no problem, after all, I saw the future and later changed it myself.
This was his declaration of victory over fate and the turning point of his life.
With excitement on his face, Paris waved his hands and made the fallen leaves on the mountain dance with the wind.
But just when the prince was excitedly trying out his new toy, Ryan's voice sounded at an inappropriate time.
"Your Highness, are you satisfied with it?"
"Of course, I couldn't be more satisfied."
Paris nodded quickly, as if afraid that Ryan would take it back.
But even if Ryan reaches out to take it back now, I'm afraid the prince will not agree... Seeing this scene, Ryan just continued:
"As long as you are satisfied, but at the end of everything, I have one last message for you."
"You relied on other people's weapons to defeat others. You won victory in this way, and finally got this gift from fate."
"However, mystery has always been subject to a higher mystery; the power obtained through this will only be subject to stronger power."
"If you want it forever, remember not to let the same thing happen to you."
"Otherwise, Atropos' today will be your tomorrow."
"Hahahahaha... I understand, then thank you for your words."
"Speaking of which, now that the finished product has appeared, how about you give your masterpiece a name?"
Not sure whether he heard it or not, Paris laughed loudly and immediately opened his invitation.
Looking at this scene, a memory from a long time ago couldn't help but flooded into Ryan's heart.
Although there is only one person in front of him, he is not a god of death at the moment.
But this situation still made Ryan feel like he was in another world.
"It can be a tool for wizards to cast spells, and perhaps it will cause others to imitate it in the future... Let's call it a magic wand."
"As for its unique name..."
"Since it is the first of its kind in the world, it is appropriate to call it the 'Elder Wand'."
As soon as the words came out, his spirituality was slightly touched.
At this moment, Ryan felt that his side as a 'human' seemed to be more stable.
Elder Wand... I don't know what kind of surprise the other two goddesses of fate far away in Mount Nisa will give him.
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In the north of the continent, there are thousands of miles of frost.
As the sanctuary of the three goddesses of fate, the vicinity of Mount Nisa is forbidden to all spirits.
Perhaps it is the instinct of life to fear, or the goddess of fate likes to live alone.
So much so that there is not even a single living being on the mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles.
Cloto is weaving threads for all living beings, while Lachesis is measuring their lengths.
Without communication, and no one dared to disturb them, the two goddesses were on both sides of Mount Nisa, completing their own work.
Such days have been going on for a long time... However, on this day, Cloto, who was spinning seriously, suddenly felt a palpitation.
"Ah--!"
The white spindle pierced her finger without paying attention, and the light golden blood dyed the loom red.
But she didn't care about her fingers, and wiped the blood with her slender fingers casually. Cloto immediately mobilized the power she held.
The goddess of fate will not be injured for no reason, and this kind of "accident" with a small probability will never happen to them.
This is a warning from the dark, which can help people avoid disasters.
But after searching for a long time, Cloto still found nothing.
"Sister... Yes, there is also sister!"
"I don't know if sister has noticed anything."
Pushing the door out, Cloto immediately flew up.
The palpitation was only a moment, but she had some bad premonitions since just now.
