"No need to be so polite," the female voice appeared directly in his mind. "What's the situation up there? "
He did not need to speak either. He only needed to think the answer in his mind. It was difficult to adapt to this kind of communication at first, but after mastering it, communication became very smooth. Of course, it was also more difficult to lie.
"Oracle, something unexpected happened. They didn't accept the invitation of the Ambassador of Graycastle," Banach repeated the whole story. "It was my mistake. I didn't expect them to be so vigilant." "
"A plan that calculates people's minds is easy to fail," the Oracle's tone did not sound dissatisfied, but was mixed with an inexplicable nostalgia. "Do you have any remedial measures?" "
"As long as they have to accept the invitation," he paused. "Take advantage of His Majesty Appen Moya's new policy." "
"Tsk... mortals." "
Banach could not help but be stunned. "My Lord?" "
"I don't like this witch elimination policy. Can you guarantee that no one will get hurt?" "
"This..." Not to mention getting hurt, it would be normal if some of the witches were captured and executed. After all, the purpose of the plan was to let the witches set off to the south and go to the Western Region of Graycastle. As for those who survived, there was no requirement.
"Is this what you think?" The Oracle's voice suddenly rose a few octaves, the wriggling tentacles on its body and the surging lava under the ground showed its anger, "Don't forget what I said, in the face of doomsday, every witch is important! "
"No, my Lord, I bear in mind every word you said," Banach said to himself. He was communicating with the Oracle through his mind, and any thoughts would be conveyed to the Oracle. "I naturally hope that no innocent people will be hurt, but that will take more time, and the manpower will need to be rearranged. Not everyone has the courage to go against the royal family and at the same time keep the secret." "
"Let my guards help you," the Oracle quickly replied. "How long will it take?" "
Banach was relieved. He had seen the ability of these guards. An ordinary Knight was no match for them, and the weaker ones could not even see their movements. If two or three of them fought side by side, they could easily resist ten times their number of Knight, which was enough to show that the Oracle was extraordinary.
"The third step of the plan should be completed within two weeks." "
"Then let's do it. "
"Lord Oracle..." Banach hesitated. "Are witches really so important? Would God only favor them? In terms of wealth or power, I'm more suitable — "
[A more suitable Chosen One? The Oracle interrupted him. "You don't know what you're talking about. Neither wealth nor power means anything at the end of the world. God was looking for a savior who could use his great power, not a spokesperson for the secular world. You are indeed very useful, mortal, so when the task is completed, I will give you a suitable reward — such as immortality, but you must also know your place. "
Banach knew what the doomsday referred to. Every four hundred years, a blood-red moon would appear in the sky, and the gates of hell would open accordingly. The devils would swarm out of it, and a massacre would soon sweep the entire continent. Those who could resist these ferocious aliens were called the chosen ones. Now he had a better understanding of the chosen ones — the person the Oracle was looking for seemed to have a direct connection with the power of God, and she must be a witch.
"But..." He was still a little reluctant. "Will there definitely be a Chosen One among the witches in Graycastle? "
The Oracle fell into a rare silence. After a while, the voice sounded again. "No one knows the answer. This is just an attempt, and such an attempt has been going on for hundreds of years. "
"What if you can't find it? "
"Then keep looking until the end of the world destroys everything. "
"If everyone died, then immortality would be meaningless... It seemed that he had to beg God to let him find something on this trip. Banach smiled bitterly." I see. I'll try my best to do this. "
The tentacles on the sarcoma wriggled neatly, which was a sign of satisfaction. "There's one more thing... is the church really defeated? "
Since the news of the church's defeat reached the Kingdom of Dawn, the Oracle had been particularly concerned about it. He even asked Banach to personally send someone to Coldwind Ridge to verify whether the news was true.
"It's true. The foot of Coldwind Ridge looks like it has been trampled by demonic beasts. There are deep pits and ravines everywhere, and there are thousands of graves around. According to the locals, this was all done by the King of Graycastle — all his dead were brought back to the Western Region of the Kingdom, while the dead of the church were burned and buried on the spot. In addition, the merchants who came back from the Hermes Plateau also said that the whole Holy City was dead silent, completely devoid of the prosperous atmosphere of the past. "
"Is this their end..." The Oracle's voice suddenly became very light, but it returned to normal in a blink of an eye. "Let's call it a day. I'm tired. "
"Yes, Your Excellency." Banach bowed and said.
The scene in the lava receded like the tide, and darkness soon swept over. Then the Magic Stone flashed a few times and lit up the stone room again.
Everything was like a dream.
"The medicine this time." A guard handed over a porcelain bottle. "Drink it. The Oracle is very satisfied with your recent performance."
"Thank... thank you, the Oracle, for your reward." Banach took the porcelain bottle excitedly and drank the liquid in the bottle.
Suddenly, a burning warm current rose from his stomach, making his whole body regain strength, and his hands and feet seemed to be much more flexible. Unfortunately, the effect of the medicine could not be maintained for a long time, nor could it prolong his life. According to the Oracle, in addition to relieving fatigue and restoring physical strength in a short time, it also had a certain strengthening effect on the body. Before being granted immortality, he needed to repair his broken body bit by bit in order to withstand the severe pain of the transformation. Otherwise, the power would tear him apart.
It was these words that made Banach believe in the Oracle. If the Oracle was a liar, just taking out this medicine that could rejuvenate the body would be enough to make a large number of nobles and rich merchants completely fall for it. Why would it be necessary to tell the Oracle the function and nature of the medicine?
Three years ago, he could only move in a wheelchair pushed by a servant. Now, he could at least stand and walk on his own feet, relying on the Oracle's secret medicine.
If he could fulfill the Oracle's request and further obtain immortality, all the problems that troubled him would be easily solved.
Banach lifted the curtain and walked to the stone stairs around the mountain with his head held high.
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