In the dark castle, in a room with no entrance, a blond man with a cold face looked up at the floating portrait and frowned.
After nearly a month, the oil painting of the prophecy was completely different from the last time Brian saw it. If the previous oil painting was a casual work of a poor artist, then this time it was a masterpiece by a famous artist. The overall quality of the oil painting had risen by more than one level.
The young boy and girl in the painting were now lifelike, and the surrounding environment and buildings had become clearer. Normally, this was a good thing. The clearer the painting was, the closer it was to the fulfillment of the prophecy, and the harder it was to change it. The oil painting in front of him was almost complete, which meant that the young boy from the Akkat family and the girl from Heathcliff were about to suffer.
However, Brian had a different opinion about this. After all, he had suffered a loss in the prophecy before.
"This painting is not their death scene. From this point of view, the ending is not certain," Brian said coldly.
It was obvious that he was not optimistic about the prophecy. On the other side of the long table, the [Collector] chuckled.
"That's right. But with the portrait completed to this extent, I'm afraid they won't be able to escape their misfortune."
"Who's behind this?"
"The Mithril Hermit Order. Of course, there might be someone else behind this. They wanted to work with us, but I rejected them."
"You rejected them?"
"I don't think so. This time, it's not only the Akat family, but also the people from the Akat family. Heirloom families represent variables. If it's just one, it's fine, but if there are two at the same time, the possibility of variables is too high."
"But in order to express our stance, I still sent a precious assistant to fill in the gaps in their plan and increase their chances of success."
"What about this painting?"
"I showed it to them, but they don't think it's a sign of failure. Some of them don't believe in our prophecy, and some of them think it's an opportunity. Now, there should be people from the Akat family hiding in the streets of the Holy Capital."
The [Collector]'s tone was cheerful, and there was a hint of mockery in it. Brian listened to the internal conflicts and cooperation between the cults, but his expression did not change. He just stared at the painting as if something was constantly attracting his attention.
The blonde man's unusual reaction naturally attracted the figure's attention. The laughter stopped and [Collector]'s tone was filled with curiosity.
"You've been staring at this painting since the beginning. What's going on? I haven't seen many things that can interest you. Is it this young man? "
"… No, although he's part of the reason, I still feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this place."
Brian stared at the scant scenery in the oil painting, unable to relax his brows.
It should be an old district. Judging from the type of houses, it didn't seem to belong to the noble district. The decorations were more retro. If it was in other cities, it might be easier to find such a place, but in St. Lorraine, it was everywhere.
This city had maintained peace throughout its long history. There were simply too many ancient buildings from hundreds of years ago. Retro was not a characteristic, but a common phenomenon.
Thinking of this, Brian's doubts were slightly dispelled. As long as he passed by the old streets of the Holy Capital a few more times, it would not be strange for him to have a sense of deja vu.
Shaking his head, Brian decided to withdraw his attention. He stared at the teacup in front of him for a while, then raised his head and asked:
"What about the Xi Ya Church? It's impossible to do whatever we want in St. Lorraine. We can't avoid that person."
Brian did not call him by his name, but [Collector] understood what he meant.
The Holy See was the protector of the land of the Holy City of Lorraine. The entire Shiya Cult was rampant, perhaps infuriated by both gods and men, but only in the Theocracy, in the Holy City, all cult forces could leave if they could, and if they couldn't, they would do their best to suppress themselves.
If they were dragons, they would coil up; if they were tigers, they would lie down. In short, they would spare no effort to eliminate their presence, even if everyone knew that he could see them.
No one could escape his eyes, so everyone could only hope to stay low, so low that he was too lazy to care about them.
"I don't know what the Mithril Priory is thinking, but I think they want to exchange some benefits with that person. The Mithril Priory has been established for a long time. Although they have been keeping a low profile, they have an obvious advantage in terms of intelligence. The things they can offer should be very valuable, so I decided to help them this time."
The man in the dark calmly explained the plan this time and told Brian the goal of the appraisal meeting.
It was not important to participate, but to avoid being sold as trading materials, it could be said that it was a wise choice to protect oneself.
"The Mithril Priory has been away from the Theocracy for too long. Let's not talk about places like Rose for now. St. Mestre is not a low-difficulty area. Xi Ya's brilliance does exist here, but our friend doesn't seem to understand this."
Brian nodded when he heard this. He somewhat understood why [Collector] had been taking pleasure in other people's misfortune all this time.
In the Theocracy of St. Mestre, this country controlled by the Church of the Primordial Goddess, the cult had always been the lowest level in all the countries. It was rare for there to be any big news in ten years. In the eyes of the Church of the Primordial Goddess, the cult was weak and easy to bully, but in fact, it was the opposite.
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