When Maya's gaze landed on Angor's body …
A strange feeling arose spontaneously. He finally understood why Sunders would say something like "being stared at by a Prophet".
This was because he had a strong feeling that he was being watched by a Prophet Wizard. The mana pool in his mind space was trembling, as if it wanted to pour out all of its mana to block the feeling of being peeped at.
Goosebumps rose all over his body, and his mind went blank. Only a pair of pale green eyes appeared at the bottom of his heart, silently moving about.
So this is what it feels like to be stared at by a Prophet?
No wonder Prophets wouldn't look into other people's destinies. It was too strong, and it was too annoying.
Maya slowly withdrew her gaze while Angor was still trying to figure it out.
The feeling of being watched quickly faded away.
Maya pondered for a moment as if she was considering her words carefully. After a while, she spoke in a soft voice, "The mist is surprisingly thick. I can't see anything about the future. However, I can sense that he has intersected with many experts in the tributary of fate. Presumably, his future won't be too bad. "
Maya was only guessing from another angle. If Angor's destiny was intertwined with many powerful beings, he would naturally join their circle.
"Mister Phantom, you've got a good student." Maya sighed. Some of the scenes she saw seemed to have all kinds of invincible masters, and there might even be Legendary masters. She didn't know what kind of relationship Angor would have with these powerful beings in the future. They might be enemies or friends. But no matter what, Angor must have a good future since he was watched by so many powerful beings.
After all, the strong would never place their attention on an ant.
Sunders smiled. "It's my fortune as well."
Maya raised an eyebrow. Sunders' response was just as the rumors said. He valued Angor more than his other two students.
Because of Sunders' attitude, Angor's status in the wizarding world would naturally increase. However, fortune and misfortune came from the same source. Fortune came with danger.
Maya gave Angor a meaningful look before she turned her attention to Dodoro.
She already learned from Tree Spirit that Dodoro would become a disciple of Starry Island if nothing unexpected happened. Since they were his apprentices, even though he didn't send out any posters, he still had to distinguish who was close to him.
"You're Dodoro, right? Come closer and let me have a good look at you." Maya tapped the ground with her walking stick.
Dodoro hesitated for a moment before taking two steps forward.
Maya looked at Dodoro from head to toe. She had a good impression of him, especially his eyes … They were clear and clean, like a lake formed by melting snow.
"You have a clear mind. You're an excellent candidate." Maya nodded and praised.
At the same time, she used Mind's Eye to observe Dodoro's future.
A moment later.
Tick tock, tick tock …
Maya's face was as calm as an ancient well, but two streams of blood flowed out from her dark green eyes. They streaked across her wrinkled skin, forming two pale streaks of blood, and finally dripped to the ground.
When White Bear saw this, he wanted to step forward but was stopped by Maya.
What did Maya see? Why did her eyes bleed? What did this situation mean?
Both Angor and Sunders were curious as well.
He knew what Maya's "Mind's Eye" meant. The spell was derived from Eye of Future, and Maya added her own understanding to it, which allowed her to open an eye in someone's mind and observe their movements. If Maya could fix the flaws of Mind's Eye and turn it into an original spell, she might be able to open up a new path for herself and become a truth-finder.
But now, a "quasi" truth-finder spell was acting strangely. How could Sunders not be curious?
Did the spell backfire on Dodoro? But what was wrong with Dodoro? Why did Maya's prying attack?
Sunders looked at Dodoro for the first time.
Dodoro was still as calm as ever in front of Maya's bleeding eyes, as if the old lady was just an ordinary stranger.
Sunders didn't expect to see such a cold look.
When Sunders tried to recall Dodoro's memories, he realized that Dodoro would always treat everyone, including Sunders, with the same "cold and distant" attitude. But it was this "normal" attitude that made it strange.
Dodoro looked at Dodoro as if he was an ant, and the ant looked at Dodoro as if it was nothing. Something wasn't right. Dodoro didn't show any respect to Dodoro, as if he had lost his emotions.
Sunders considered Maya's silence. "So he's going to have a tough road ahead?"
Maya shook her head and wiped away the blood on her face. "I don't know. I can't see his future. It's all red."
"A blood-red future? Interesting. But it shouldn't backfire on your Mind's Eye, right? "
"It's not a backfire," Maya said in a soft voice. "'It' warned me."
"'It'?" Sunders didn't know who Maya was talking about at first. But when Maya pointed her walking stick at the sky, his eyes widened. "You mean … the world's consciousness?"
Maya nodded.
"That's the price for prying. But it helped me understand something. It seems that this new disciple of mine has an extraordinary background. "Maya was not angry but happy. The corners of her mouth opened and she let out a low laugh.
After laughing, Maya took out a golden poster and tossed it to Dodoro. The golden poster spun in the air and landed in Dodoro's hand.
"From now on, you're my student. There's a pass to Starry Sky Island in the poster. You can find me here anytime! "
Dodoro held the poster in his hand and bowed to Maya. "Professor."
Maya nodded in satisfaction.
On the other side, White Bear, who had witnessed this scene, looked slightly disappointed. His poster was just an ordinary poster. Before this, he was Maya's only student.
But when Dodoro showed up, Maya took out a golden poster without hesitation. How could White Bear not feel sad about this?
But it only lasted for a second. He slowly looked at Angor again.
According to the prophecy, all his hopes and dreams could be fulfilled by Angor. But the prophecy didn't tell him how, so he didn't know. Still, he wasn't in a hurry. They were friends now, and as long as he maintained their relationship, he would find out sooner or later.
"Are you satisfied with him?" Sunders looked at Maya with a doubtful look. For the Will of the World to warn him, it meant that Dodoro's future was very important to the Will of the World.
"Of course. I have a feeling that whether or not my Mind's Eye can become a spell depends on him," said Maya.
Mind's Eye was related to Maya's path of truth, which meant she valued Dodoro a lot.
"Let's hope so. I hope you can start on the same path soon." Seeing that Maya did not want to talk about it, Sunders gave up on asking and changed the topic to the purpose of their visit.
Of course, they had to clear the place first.
Maya asked White Bear to take Dodoro away first, leaving only the three of them in the observatory.
"I'm here because I want you to help me determine the outcome of his battle." Sunders quickly explained the condition of Angor's right hand to Sunders using voice transmission.
Maya frowned from time to time as she listened to Sunders' explanation, as if she was thinking about something.
In the end, she nodded and said, "I'll give it a try. The hand of a Nightmare Realm humanoid is a rare case. "
Maya was a Prophet, but as a wizard, she had an endless thirst for knowledge. She couldn't help but want to do some research on such a rare case. However, Sunders was right beside her, so she had no choice but to keep her thoughts to herself.
Maya brought Angor to the center of the astral projection.
"Just sit here and don't worry about anything. Don't resist. Relax. I'll show you the result … "Following Maya's gentle words, Angor slowly fell into a half-asleep state.
…
It was a blood-red world.
He was standing under a wooden pillar, and in the distance, he saw buildings covered in blood.
At first glance, it was a terrifying sight.
But for some reason, Angor didn't find it repulsive. Instead, he felt a sense of intimacy, as if the blood was part of his body.
He didn't know why he was here, but he knew where he was.
He looked at the wooden pillar next to him and saw the familiar Lionheart Lamp that was emitting a faint blood-red light.
"The flame of the Lionheart will never go out," Angor whispered.
This was the family rule of the Padt Family. Every Lionheart Lamp in the house should never go out, and they would always shine even in the middle of the night. It was a rule that every member of the Padt Family should never forget.
"Where is this place?" A gentle voice sounded in his ears.
Angor didn't know where the voice came from, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he answered without thinking, "This is Padt Manor, my home."
"You haven't been home for a long time. Why don't you go back and have a look?" The voice was full of temptation as it guided Angor forward.
He hadn't been home for a long time? Angor couldn't remember.
But it did seem to be the case. Let's go back and have a look. Are my brother and Professor Jon doing well?
Angor walked forward step by step. He passed through the farmland, the tea garden, the greenhouse …
He saw many familiar figures along the way. They were all servants who worked in Padt Manor.
He also saw a horse galloping away, with a handsome knight in iron armor sitting on it.
It was Leon, Angor's brother.
Angor wanted to check on Jon, but he felt his legs losing control. Eventually, he stood in front of a door.
"Where's this?"
Angor answered in a stiff manner, "My bedroom."
"Open the door and see?"
Without hesitation, Angor pushed the door open.
His room was small, but cozy. It looked the same as when he left. Nothing changed.
The only thing that changed was that the curtain of the bed was pulled down, as if someone was sleeping on the bed.
No!
Someone was sleeping on the bed!
Through the wall lamp, Angor saw a dark shadow arching up behind the curtain.
Angor frowned. Did someone who didn't know the rules come and take over his room while he was away?
Angor lifted the curtain with a hint of anger and confusion.
When he lifted the curtain, he was surprised to see someone sitting on the bed.
The person slowly stood up. He was two heads taller than Angor, which gave him an oppressive feeling.
Angor looked up to see the person's face. But the world around him began to move backward. In the end, everything, including Padt Manor, was shattered into pieces.
Before the fragments shattered, Angor only saw one thing.
He had a head full of golden hair, curled lips, and … floating green tattoos.
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