The hero I support will definitely defeat the devil

"If you are just a destiny sorcerer, you shouldn't be able to do anything to each other, right?"

The mysterious woman looked at the red-haired young man in surprise.

She knew the red-haired young man's strength very well, especially after he completed the ritual and connected with the secret treasure. It was no exaggeration to say that he was invincible under the legend. How could he be beaten so badly?

"The sister of that fortune teller has a special ability of imitation. I need to face two fortune tellers."

The red-haired young man curled his lips, initially feeling speechless about Awu's ability.

What kind of imitation ability is this? It's too BUG.

"You can still beat him."

The white-haired old man expelled the remaining magic power that did not belong to him from the wound.

"I was able to win, at least it was a draw. But who knew that a little monster would pop out and beat me up! I couldn't fight back at all!!"

The red-haired young man slammed the table and complained.

"When I explode, she explodes as well. It's even more exaggerated than mine. Improving her strength is as easy as drinking water. I almost thought she was some legendary pretending to be a gold-level character to play a trick on me."

"who is it?"

The white-haired old man frowned slightly. In his memory, there seemed to be no such thing as a guy who was caught in a maze.

"That's the one called Lisha."

The red-haired young man said Lisha’s name.

"In the end, I planned to self-destruct with the maze, but that little monster directly cut off the connection with the maze. Then she used a special soul attack and pure power to shatter both my body and soul. If I wasn't special, I would have died without leaving any trace."

The red-haired young man continued speaking rather depressedly.

"And I also felt the power of emotion at that time. There was no doubt about it. It was the power of emotion. I just didn't know what kind it was."

Chapter 563: Processing

"Oh, it seems your luck is really bad."

The mysterious woman gloated.

"why are you laughing?"

The red-haired young man glared at the mysterious woman unhappily.

"Compared to me, don't you have any problems on your side? The old man is going to stop the legend, and the result could be anything. But you are not!"

"Heh~ You don't think the enemies I met are easy, do you?"

The mysterious woman snorted disdainfully.

"I met a disciple of my former teacher."

"The one you killed?"

The red-haired young man is really the type who always brings up things that are not related to the topic.

"Shut up if you can't speak!"

The mysterious woman's eyes turned ferocious.

"I have been hiding from her for a long time, but I failed this time. I am at a big loss."

The mysterious woman was quite unhappy.

She really didn't want to meet Fuvia because she knew that if there was anyone in the world who could interfere with her actions, it would be Fuvia.

Because Fuvia and she were both students of the same teacher, they learned the same things, so they could naturally understand what the other person was going to do. Moreover, Fuvia's talent was higher than hers, which was recognized by all the prophets at that time.

"Will she have any impact on our future plans?"

The white-haired old man asked the mysterious woman with a serious expression.

"Not for now, but her talent as a prophet is much better than mine, so as time goes by, she will gradually be able to find my trace, and then find you and even the Agent."

The mysterious woman said truthfully.

"Tsk~ You really brought us a huge trouble."

The red-haired young man smacked his lips. If so, wouldn't the chances of him being discovered in public be greatly increased? It seemed that he had to lie dormant completely, or else he would have to go all out to launch his plan.

But now the probability of success of the action is estimated to be less than 10%, so we can only lie dormant for the time being.

"You can apply for a treasure from the Agent."

The white-haired old man gave suggestions for a solution.

It was very strange that neither the red-haired young man who had a bad relationship with the mysterious woman nor the white-haired old man who had no feelings for the mysterious woman gloated over or took advantage of the situation.

The red-haired young man just complained a few words.

The white-haired old man gave serious advice.

"you?"

The mysterious woman looked at the two of them in surprise.

"Don't get me wrong, it's just that the plan cannot be done without you, otherwise I would have found an opportunity to kill you long ago."

The red-haired young man grinned.

There was not a single lie in his words; they were all true.

That's what he thought.

For the Demon King's sect, a fortune teller with such superb strength and talent is indispensable.

It can even be said to be the only one.

Because if the prophets themselves do not want to become a member of the Demon King's Sect, they will not join the Demon King's Sect at all. No matter whether they use coercion, inducement, or brainwashing, the prophets will see it and avoid it. Or some prophets who see their own end will simply commit suicide and not give the Demon King's Sect any chance at all.

It can be said that the extremely rare prophets on the Endrol Road are such buggy existences.

But the reason why they are not so well-known is because there are beings called Demon King and Hero on the continent of Endrol.

Faced with these two huge sources of interference in fate, the fate of anyone who has anything to do with them will fluctuate and deviate, and ultimately they will either completely deviate from their original fate or gain a completely new fate.

This makes the predictions made by the predictor somewhat embarrassing.

Many times, the prophecy is accurate, but because the prophet may come into contact with the devil or the hero, the prophecy becomes invalid. And most of those who can come into contact with the devil or the hero will eventually become famous or even become legends. Therefore, on the Endrol Road, people's evaluation of the prophet is very subtle and polarized.

Those who believe in the prophecy believe it extremely, and those who do not believe it do not believe it at all.

But for the top leaders of the Demon King's sect, they knew part of the truth, and therefore were well aware of the importance of the prophet.

The existence of a fortune teller is necessary. Before the grand plan is completed, the only prophet in the organization must be protected.

This has been approved by the agent.

"You are more important than him and me right now. As long as the plan is not completed, it will be like this."

The white-haired old man was completely outspoken.

"You guys are really good at ordering people around."

The mysterious woman also understood the meaning of the two people's words and her expression became slightly better.

At least she doesn't have to worry about her safety for the time being.

"Describe the state of the girl named Lisha when she uses her ability."

The mysterious woman looked at the red-haired young man.

“Maybe…”

The red-haired young man explained it briefly, but he actually didn't pay much attention to it. After all, he was being beaten at the time, so how could he remember it so clearly?

"It should be arrogance."

The mysterious woman said in a certain tone.

"why?"

The red-haired young man asked with great interest.

"According to your description, greed and arrogance are the most likely. But unfortunately, greed has already been taken, so only arrogance is left. This girl named Lisha needs special attention."

The mysterious woman explained.

"With such strength and improvement speed, it is very likely that he will become a teammate of the hero in the future."

"It seems someone was sent to assassinate him before, but it was easily solved."

The white-haired old man recalled and found information about Lisha from the corner of his memory.

"That's normal. With the power of arrogance, it's easy for her to kill professionals of the same level. It's not surprising that she can even kill enemies of higher levels."

As she said this, she glanced at the red-haired young man.

"She is not an ordinary professional. I suspect her profession is a legendary one."

The red-haired young man himself is also a job changer with a rare profession, so he knows very well how much of a bonus a powerful profession can bring to a job changer.

"It's not surprising at all. After all, he is someone who could potentially become a teammate of the Hero."

The mysterious woman was not surprised by this.

Even such an exaggerated profession as the Fortune Wizard has appeared. Even if some mythical profession appears, the mysterious woman will not be surprised.

"She lives in Dragon's Breath in Whitestone."

The white-haired old man gave a reminder.

"The previous hero's reserve teammate, the Fire Dragon Breath Olivia? It's really an indescribable coincidence."

The mysterious woman smiled.

"For now, we'll focus on observation. There aren't many people left in Baishi Town anyway."

"What about the people in the imperial capital?"

The red-haired young man looked at the white-haired old man.

"If you can lie dormant, then lie dormant. If you can't lie dormant, then do whatever you can to cause trouble. It would be best if you can interfere with Patra IX's judgment."

The white-haired old man said decisively and coldly.

He will show no mercy to those members who still remain in the imperial capital when it is time to abandon them.

After all, their only mission is to completely revive the Demon King, destroy all life, and allow new life to come.

The mysterious woman didn't say anything, but it was obvious that she meant the same thing.

So the red-haired young man said nothing more and just healed his wounds silently.

Chapter 564: It Doesn’t Matter

The remnants of the Demon King's sect did not cause any trouble in the imperial capital of Panivia.

Under the iron fist of Patra IX, any suspicious action would bring severe blows, and even more than a dozen small nobles had been expelled.

In addition, many people disappeared in the imperial capital. No one knew where they went, but no one dared to ask because the ones who took action were the Royal Knights.

And those nobles who were originally ready to make a move also inexplicably became quiet.

The third prince and a duke became much more honest after being warned by former Prime Minister Vaughan. Even one duke specially handed over a lot of money in order to avoid being liquidated by Patra IX.

But none of this has much to do with Yvette.

She has been troubled by another thing recently.

Somehow, the news that her father, His Majesty the Emperor Patra IX, had attended her youngest daughter's birthday party began to spread in the imperial capital the day after her birthday party.

Although it is only a rumor and there is no solid evidence to prove it, it has attracted the attention of many nobles. In particular, her maid Nasha was later named Viscount, which pushed the popularity of this matter to the peak.

Except for a very few people, no one knew why Patra IX made the illegitimate daughter of an executed earl a viscount.

In particular, it is said that the other party could have even inherited Harriman's surname, but was sternly rejected.

In these two days, both her eldest brother and her second sister came to see her.

Even the third brother, who had inexplicably become honest, sent someone to deliver gifts.

Yvette had never seen anyone sent by her third brother be so polite before. They could even be called humble.