Faced with this situation, he chose to remain silent and sip the wine in the bottle on his own.

"Actually, I'm very curious, have you ever seen the future of our world?" Herist seemed to have struggled for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking this question that was a bit sensitive to her.

"I didn't see it." Brian drank the remaining wine in the bottle and said indifferently:

"Although I haven't seen what the future will turn out to be, I know that when the sky reaches a certain level of darkness, the stars will shine brightly, just follow your own heart and walk on. There is nothing to worry about."

This is indeed his mentality at this moment. If he really can't save the small world he was born in, as long as he works hard and has a clear conscience, it will be enough for him.

However, when he finished speaking, he found a faint look of disappointment passing through Heliste's slightly sad face.

Obviously, this was caused by not getting the answer he wanted from him, or he was likely to guess what he was thinking.

Brian stared at her, silent for a while, and secretly weighed whether the following words should be said.

After hesitating for a moment, he looked at Herist with sincere eyes, reached out and pushed away her long silver hair that had fallen down on her cheeks, gently stroked her cold face, and said softly:

"Herist, although I have not seen the future, please remember that in the past I was your admirer, and now you are my preacher, so I have already made up my mind in my heart to become your eternal guardian in the future."

Heliste shook his expression when he heard this. He unconsciously raised his white palm and held the hand that Brian had pressed against his face.

Her beautiful eyes with long experience and wisdom were staring at him for a long time, but she wanted to speak but stopped.

Although she said nothing and asked nothing, her deep eyes made the reflection in her eyes read out the thousands of meanings.

She leaned forward, left the rocks against her back, tilted gently on Brian, and leaned quietly in his arms.

Brian felt mixed emotions. He felt her fingers slipping into his hand naturally, and were wrapped around his fingers, as if he wanted to connect the hearts of the two people together.

He saw the soft body in his arms gently closing his eyes, as if he had opened everything about her, her body, mind and intuition to himself.

Smelling the refreshing fragrance, his fingertips slid through her long loose hair, gently stroked her soft back like a cat, slid down the curve, and tightly embraced her slender waist.

In this breath that was so close, he couldn't help but look at her delicate face, gradually fascinated by her extraordinary beauty, forgot his goal at this moment, and could only look at her like a devil.

For a moment, it seemed that his love for magic was also bleak.

As night falls, the sky is full of stars and tight.

Accompanied by loud bangs, a white-haired old man transformed by the land-born dragon turtle Augrull appeared in front of Brian and Heliste.

"Thank you for your help, Ogruel decided to abide by the contract and serve you for thousands of years." The old dragon turtle in a gray robe bowed deeply to Brian and said respectfully.

"You're welcome, Ogruel."

Brian raised his hand and said to him with a smile, "Actually, I'm very curious why you agreed so cleanly when I put forward the conditions."

As he inferred, when the sky was covered with stars, the cracking array he arranged was easily lifted the dragon turtle chain with the cooperation of the ancient ring.

Herist, who was standing beside him, also looked at the hunchbacked old man in front of him.

"To be honest, my little master." The old dragon turtle moved its hunched body, as if it was regaining control of its body.

"I am a terrestrial dragon turtle who has lived for 5,632 years. In my life, my best ability is not only controlled by the power of earth elements, but also my prophecy. I like to use my own turtle shell to make divination the most."

"Prophecy?" Brian looked at him in surprise, but he didn't expect that the other party had such a skill.

This prophecy is not the prophecy school of wizards and the prophecy of psychics, but a means of divination of the future.

After all, divination comes at a price.

A prophet or wise man who often uses divination or prophecy will have a shorter lifespan than others.

In fact, what the prophecy reduces is not their lifespan, but their life energy, which in the words of players is the amount of blood (HP).

Lifespan can be restored through many means, but the permanently lost life energy is different.

Because the consumption of life energy will make people look older. When the prophet is old to a certain extent, even if he has the ability to live forever, he will die from aging.

"That's right, it's prophecy." The old dragon turtle said truthfully:

"Although I can't predict your future, as if you don't exist in this world at all, I've been trapped here for more than ten centuries, and I've been divining my own destiny almost every few years."

"So, your prophecy predicts that you will be rescued. Is that true?" Brian expressed his guess and suddenly found that it was the most appropriate to use the mature spirit on the other party.

He thought that he had successfully recovered a capable general through his ability to be foresight. Who would have thought that the other party had already predicted his ideas and waited patiently for him.

Sure enough, none of the prophets or wise men who are proficient in divination and prophecy are fuel-efficient lamps.

"That's true, little master." The old dragon turtle respectfully saluted him.

"I think... the name of 'little master' should be removed in the future. It sounds very awkward." Brian frowned and made his own suggestions to Long Turtle.

"Okay, then I will call you Lord Lord from now on."

The old dragon turtle smiled and said, "You are just like my first master, and you also care about your age so much. After all, in the eyes of our long-lived race, your age is just a matter of lifting your eyelids and sleeping."

"First Master?"

Brian was curious, "So, you have served other arcane artists of Neserel, so how did you end up like this?"

"I have not only served as an arcane, but also been the administrator of a floating city."

The old dragon turtle showed a look of remembrance, "It's a pity that in the year of the storm, Ferin Demo Aoy's spell shot down the floating cities of Lauda Tis and Tiran Derosel, and I was also caught in the ruins by the dead opponent of the first master, becoming his captive."

"So that's it." Brian nodded thoughtfully.

At the same time, I also understood why after the old dragon turtle in front of me was rescued in the game world, he would become an outstanding manager under the Open Lord of Deep Water City. It turned out that the other party had such rich experience.

Thinking of this, he had secretly assigned a suitable position to the old dragon turtle.
Chapter completed!