books44 Chapter 380 Was it a setup?
Chapter 380 Was it a setup?
When the system reconnected with him and asked if he wanted to abandon the mission, he was playing the role of someone accompanying another person shopping.
The pile of things made it difficult to see the road ahead. The sound of the system stopped the footsteps. Almost at the same time, Huangwu seemed to sense something and turned around.
"what happened?"
She sensed something was off about him.
This bizarre appearance is like suddenly receiving a call "invitation" from the Dark Emperor while you're doing something perfectly fine.
Ok?
They walked around those things and stopped beside him, staring at him for a while: "Go sit in the front."
The streets were bustling with people. Perhaps her words from yesterday had an effect, as many tourists dressed in special costumes kept their distance from the locals.
The road appeared both wide and crowded.
There were many chairs along both sides of the road for watching the aurora. He first put his things on the chairs, then sat down to watch it.
"Relax."
His body tensed from the hostile atmosphere, and he suppressed his instinct to attack, trying to relax in the familiar scent.
Even through the specially designed magical protective suit, I was hit on the head.
Miya Star concluded that protective suits do not block pain.
"Are you that aggressive towards me?"
“It was instinct,” he said, rubbing the spot where he had been hit. “What could I do?”
"hiss--"
She bent her index finger and tapped again in a different spot.
"Go and move this part back to the inn first."
She didn't explain what she had just been doing, and Miya Xing didn't ask.
He suddenly realized that the system rarely appeared in front of her.
So, the system's communication with him can be detected by magic?
While he was thinking, his body followed the instructions without delay.
"Um……"
Nothing was found.
Ah, that's probably just my imagination. It's very likely that he was thinking some random nonsense again.
I watched his departing figure and stopped thinking about it.
If any conversation takes place in front of her more than once, the other party is either hiding nearby and has never been discovered by her, or is far away and possesses powerful magic.
She's notoriously bad at magic; if the Quark Clan wanted to get rid of her, they should have sent someone with superior magic to crush her.
"But is there really someone willing to go to such great lengths and go through such a roundabout way just to set me up..."
It wouldn't be unjust if they were played to death.
"what--"
Putting aside the possibility of falling into some strange trap, she saw a familiar figure.
"What a beautiful planet, what a pity..." The voice stopped abruptly, and a familiar figure noticed her because of her gaze.
The familiar figure seemed to recognize her as well.
They are familiar faces to each other, and such a wonderful connection naturally calls for a greeting.
The elf walked towards her first: "Hello?"
When Miya Xing arrived at the destination as instructed, the two were having a pleasant conversation.
"You're here?" Huangwu glanced at him and took the initiative to introduce him, "This is a good friend I just met."
It's very obvious that this is an elf.
"This is my servant. If you need anything, just call him."
The elf looked over, then quickly looked away: "Never mind, your servant doesn't seem to like being ordered around by anyone other than you."
Miya Xing didn't think his thoughts were obvious.
However, this elf gave him the appearance of being able to see through everything. She clearly wasn't observing anything closely, and it was definitely not using mind-reading.
There is weirdness.
Is it a special ability specific to a particular type of Elf?
"Hmm?" The servant's wishes were not important to her.
"Besides, my 'servant' doesn't like me getting involved with other servants when I'm out and about."
The elf deliberately emphasized the word "servant," making it easy for the listener to tell that he was probably not referring to a servant.
"Alright, stop standing there, eat first. After you're done, take that lump back to the inn and send it back with you."
If I don't send it back to the inn, I won't be able to store it.
After sitting down, Miya Star learned that the meal was paid for by a kind-hearted elf.
There was a lot of food on the table, but neither of them ate much.
Rui Bu Si knew that, whether it was a change in interests after four hundred years or something else, she currently lacked desire for food, let alone any liking for it.
Occasionally, when they go to the store, they order a bunch of things like this to satisfy her shopping desires. If he doesn't eat the food, it will end up in the trash.
The elf didn't show any preference, not even glancing at the bananas that the shop gave as a freebie on the table.
The two of them didn't seem like they had just met at all.
As if they had known each other for hundreds of years, the two spoke highly of several magical races, and the more they talked, the closer they became.
"Prophecy? It is said that the Quark race also has a magical prophecy book that can make prophecies."
Okay, once he brought up the topic of prophecy, he knew it would inevitably lead to the Quark race.
I knew I wouldn't hear anything nice.
as expected:
"What's a magic prophecy book?" The elf immediately expressed his disdain upon hearing this.
Her disdain was so profound that the moment she uttered it, one could tell that a long and detailed explanation would follow.
"If that book could truly see through all of fate, how could the Quark Clan possibly lose to the Dark Clan? Ask this question before the battle; if you can win, fight, don't hide."
The Elf race and the Quark race have a long history of friendship, and the Elves are known for their friendliness. This is the first time that Miya Star has encountered such a highly aggressive race.
This was the first time I'd ever seen such a deceptive scheme in the wizarding world.
"Besides, the reappearance of the Dark Emperor in the universe is not something that cannot be avoided or delayed. If the quark race's magical prophecy book is of even a little use, well, we'll have to wait another two hundred years for the Dark Emperor to appear."
“You can’t say that,” Huangwu disagreed. “Maybe it’s just that the person is useless.”
“That’s true,” the elf agreed wholeheartedly. “I almost forgot about that,” and maintained his original viewpoint. “However, the magic prophecy book didn’t predict that people are useless and thus gave a prophecy that even useless people could use, which means that the magic prophecy book is also useless.”
“Oh dear,” the elf said, sounding extremely pleased. “We really get along well. I used to think you were just a useless elf who couldn’t even kill a chicken.”
“Indeed, indeed, I also thought you were just an arrogant member of the Dark Clan who didn’t know how to conceal your identity when you went out.”
The two of them burst into laughter, completely oblivious to the other's aggressive demeanor.
There was no room for a third person to get involved in the conversation, and Mi Yaxing had no intention of getting involved either.
"Would it be better if the book of prophecy were a person?" A wild little thought began to pop into my head. "After all, it's not good to actually burn a book if it doesn't want to talk, but a person can say anything when tortured."
“Easily killed.” The elf took a sip of wine and leaned back in his chair. “If a disaster prediction made by humans cannot be avoided time and time again, the source of the disaster will become hard to say.”
"People in distress often need a scapegoat. Books are seen as tools, but tools are hard to be scapegoats. People... those in a vulnerable position can easily obtain this 'honor' without doing anything."
"However, if that person also possesses powerful magical abilities and ruthless decisiveness in killing, then it's a different story."
"Ah~" She sat in the same desolate posture as Desolate. "No wonder those skilled in prophecy seem to spring up in droves among the Soli tribe. And if they happen to be scattered among other magical races and also happen to be kind-hearted and meddlesome, eh—"
She downed her drink in one gulp as well: "That's really bad luck."
Both of them spoke with the same arrogant tone, and Miya Xing silently picked up two bites of food.
It's good enough that these two guys didn't continue to criticize the Aurora Clan on their own territory.
He thought to himself that if Rui Bu Si drank too much later, he would better find someone from the store to carry that pile of stuff back.
And we should also consider the possibility that the elf might not pay.
The clothes didn't look very good, and since they weren't wearing special magical protective clothing while walking around Aurora Star, they might be short of money.
"Oh, now that you mention it, it seems some Quark people possess prophetic magic." Huangwu narrowed her eyes, unable to recall who it was. The fact that she couldn't remember someone for a moment because of the special magic meant that the prophecy was of little use.
“Ah, yes, I’ve heard of it too,” the elf said, his words laced with disdain. “I’ve even witnessed it. It’s just children playing house.”
The disdain in the Elvish language grew stronger: "Trying to avoid disaster because of prophecy, only to find that the disaster was caused by prophecy, is nothing more than a glorified way of saying curse."
She was indignant, venting her dissatisfaction with the stigmatization of "prophecy".
“Oh,” Huangwu said, seemingly unmoved, “Now that we’ve come this far, are we going to start talking about ancient Greek mythology?”