Now that I had settled down in Bardi, the first thing I did was visit a single woman, and then she chased me out …
Cough, that was a bit dirty. I only went to visit my "sister-in-law". I had previously asked a dragon knight to "send" her to the Bardi capital. It would seem that she was still angry at me.
Leona's complexion was much better than several months ago. Perhaps it was due to her maternal instincts, but her expression was much gentler, and her cheeks were much rounder.
"You look much more feminine now."
My words seemed a bit off, but this was indeed the most obvious change.
At the very least, judging from how she didn't immediately draw her sword when she saw me, becoming a mother had indeed softened her attitude considerably.
Although she was about four or five months pregnant, the bulge in her belly wasn't that obvious. It was also possible that her pregnancy cycle wasn't as long as a normal human's ten months.
Alright then, I was just making things up. I was a single man, so how would I know what a pregnant woman would be like at each month?
In order to avoid angering the pregnant lady, I left her a letter before leaving. I promised that I would go to the [Illusory Reality] grandmaster Akama tomorrow to perform a divination. As for the fact that I had just met Karwenz not long ago, I hadn't had the chance to tell her about it yet … Fine, I admit that I had forgotten to tell Karwenz about Leona. I felt rather guilty now that I mentioned it.
I had some rare free time as I walked on the streets of Bardi.
Scammers were always so particular and could come up with so many excuses and reasons. Being able to easily interact with them would actually make them seem less valuable.
Being able to meet Akama tomorrow was already a great honor, and this was even with the help of the Truth Medallion. No matter what, I was still technically a member of the Mage Country's Truth Symposium.
Actually, at this point, I didn't have much hope that Akama would be able to divine anything for me.
"Is Cavendish going to open the door?"
I didn't need to ask this question that I had originally prepared.
"How is he going to open the door? What's the main goal? Is there a way to stop him? "
This question would be valuable to me, but it was obvious that Akama wouldn't be able to divine anything.
According to the basic rules of divination, "yes" and "no" were always the easiest questions to divine. The more specific the person, region, and time was, the greater the cost. And the more powerful the target was, the more the cost would be.
This was like checking a person's household registration. It was easy to find out whether a person was a man or a woman, alive or dead. But if you wanted to know what he was thinking, where he was working, and whether he had homosexual tendencies, you would have to dissect his brain to find out.
Divination was a skill, but asking the most suitable question for divination was an art of language.
Especially after the God of Fate broke the string of fate, all predictions of the future were like gambling on horses. But if you asked about the present, the more people who knew about it, the less difficult it would be.
Also, the God of Fate was on my side, so I should be able to get him to go easy on me.
I was bored shopping while thinking about the most suitable question.
"Cavendish is looking for the Abyss Girls?"
If this was true, it had already happened. Not only that, his subordinates and allies probably knew about it, so it probably wouldn't cost him much. And if I received a positive answer, I would ask the second question.
"Is finding the Abyss Girls the most important thing for him right now?"
From another perspective, this question was basically asking if the Abyss Girls were related to the "dimensional wall door". That was because Cavendish's top priority was probably to open the dimensional wall door.
My System already had some guesses about the Abyss Girls, so it was necessary to confirm them.
"Will me staying here give Cavendish a headache?"
This question was quite abstract, but it was a question about the future. The more abstract and vague it was, the less energy it would cost. The answer would definitely be ambiguous, but as long as I obtained an answer, I would be able to make some suggestions about what to do in the future.
And with Leona and me as the "connection", this question would probably cost an acceptable amount of energy.
Now, it was time for the main part.
If I wanted to ask "Cavendish's location" in a roundabout way, I would have to analyze it based on the information I had. The most practical method would be to list out all the possible locations of Cavendish, as well as all the important strategic locations, and then ask "yes" or "no".
This was the correct way to use a prophecy. Those who immediately asked "Where's the treasure?" Who asked "What's the demon king's weakness?" would either be easily fooled by the prophecy or kicked out by the prophecy.
I had pretty much decided on tomorrow's question. I felt much more reassured as I shopped around.
I had been to the Bardi capital more than once already. This was the oldest city in all of Eich. It could be said that this was an incredibly important and prosperous city.
Just by sitting at an outdoor coffee shop and watching the people and carriages hurrying by, I could more or less understand the current state of this city.
It wasn't necessarily a bad thing for people to be in a hurry, as there was always something to be busy about. At the very least, everything was operating normally.
The way I saw it, most of the people here had normal expressions and expressions. Very few of them were worried or in a hurry. In fact, some people would occasionally point at flying dragons in the sky with expressions of pride and joy.
This was completely different from numbness and despair when facing a calamity. I was reassured to see this. At the very least, Bardi's situation was still stable.
If Bardi's pillar of support collapsed just like that after San Antonio's problem, it would be far too severe of a blow to the citizens' morale. Bardi wouldn't be able to take it anymore.
"Right, I have some bad news for you."
The silly cat had recently been in a state of inactivity. It would seem that as the elven caravan moved closer and closer to the Northlands, the Northlands elves had indeed been quite busy with government affairs. She had been focusing all her attention on her own elves.
Sometimes, I would hold her hand, and the expressionless young girl would follow me wherever I went … And then, people would say things like "What a cute little girl" or "How obedient, you're coming out to play with daddy?" Yet, I would happily reply with things like "Isn't Ailee really cute?" or "Little girls are just afraid of strangers." This made her quite annoyed, and her mood instantly became much worse.
By the way, I should mention that the age-deceiving bracelets were ineffective on her. That was because the designer of the bracelets had never considered that she would be tens of thousands of years old.
Then, she would have a complete mental breakdown. She would even regret successfully leveling up.
She was telling me that she had bad news at such a time? And with such a strange smile on her face? Could it be that someone else's misfortune would make her happy? This was … far too normal.
"Guess who's leading the wood spirits' reinforcements?"
"… You said it's bad news, Amelia? Didn't she go to the Northlands … Indeed, it's been more than three months. It's about time for her to return. "
Harloys continued to smile evilly.
"Originally, there were only two 'Virtues,' but Amelia immediately rushed over when she heard that you were here."
"That's a good thing. Our team has become even stronger."
"Ha, keep pretending. Last time, you intentionally stood her up. Don't run away if you dare. "
"Heh heh, I have a clear conscience."
Although that was what I said, I was currently considering whether or not I should hurry up and ask her questions before running away … I mean, embark on a new journey. My previous promise to Halent had been too hasty. Yep, I should tell him about it when I returned.
At this moment, two royal guards came to find me.
They had nervous expressions, as if something had happened.
And when they carefully whispered something to me, I confirmed that I was in trouble again.
"Your Highness Roland, His Majesty Halent requests that you return to the palace. Prophet Akama has been assassinated. Half an hour ago, he met his own fateful day."
"What? He died? "
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