Skyfire Avenue. The Gothic Winery.
"Wine Master.
The Pontiff's Citadel just sent word that in ten days they and the Dark Citadel will be arriving on Skyfire Avenue. "The Barber reported to the Wine Master.
The Wine Master nodded. "No problem. How are the preparations coming along?
The Pontiff and Satan will be coming in person, and the Clairvoyant will be there to welcome the Citadels. "
The Barber nodded. "Everything that needs to be prepared is pretty much done.
But I have a problem with some people. "
The Wine Master smirked. "Against whom?"
"The Jewelry Master," the Barber replied.
"He's one of the committee members assigned to this matter, but he's never done anything. He's never in the shop, so it's hard to find him.
The girls in his shop are all very arrogant. Last time, they even chased me out.
This guy's too rude and unreasonable. I think he needs to be dealt with. "
The Wine Master couldn't help but laugh. "That's enough. You're good at everything, but a little petty.
I know all about the fight you and the Beautician had with him in the Reaper Arena.
I also know who was the one who started the fight.
You just do what you have to do.
As for the Jewelry Master, I'd advise you to maintain a good relationship with him.
He didn't do anything, but I can tell you that the Angel of War won't be part of the Pontiff's entourage. "
"Why is that?" The Barber blinked.
The Wine Master's words made Lan Jue blush, but he was aware of Michael's name.
The Angel of War was one of the strongest of the Citadel, second only to the Pontiff and the King of Angels. He was ninth level ninth rank.
"Because he fought with the Jewelry Master," the Wine Master said softly.
"His injuries are serious.
He won't be able to recover for a while. "
"What?" The Barber gasped.
"When did this happen?
I saw the Jewelry Master a few days ago! "
"It's been a while," the Wine Master replied.
"When he returned, the Jewelry Master was injured.
So I didn't ask him to do anything about the Citadels' visit.
Now that he's mostly recovered, he'll be one of the committee members when the Citadels come. But Michael won't be coming.
I don't need to say more, do I? "
Indeed, there was no need to say anything more.
The fight between the Jewel Master and Michael continued. Time passed, and the Jewel Master recovered.
Michael couldn't come. What did that mean?
That meant the Jewelry Master was more powerful than Michael!
The Barber had thought that he had a very high opinion of the Jewelry Master, but he hadn't imagined that the Jewelry Master's strength was far above his estimation.
It wasn't that Skyfire Avenue didn't have any ninth-rank, ninth-rank combatants, but they were all veteran committee members. The Jewelry Master looked to be about the same age as himself. How could he be at that level?
For a moment, the Barber couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. No wonder he and the beautician weren't a match for him that day.
This guy's strength …
The Wine Master rose to his feet. "The Northern Alliance.
The Adept Gathering, organized by the Major League of the Northern Alliance and the Western Alliance, would begin in three months.
This time, the two castles came here first to probe us.
We old fellows will take care of everything else.
You don't need to worry.
Just do what you need to do. "
The Barber's eyes flashed with a cold light. "I think we should show them what we're made of.
The Major League and the two Castles think they can threaten us?
Skyfire Avenue isn't so easy to deal with. "
The Wine Master shook his head. "Don't always think about fighting.
Skyfire Avenue is a loose organization. Even the committee members don't have many restrictions.
Besides, the Major League's Adept Gathering isn't necessarily to deal with us.
There's something else. "
The Barber was puzzled. "What else?"
"I'm not sure yet," the Wine Master replied. "You'll find out soon enough.
Alright, you're on your way. "
"Alright."
The Barber nodded, then turned to leave. The news of the Jewelry Master defeating the Archangel of War still raged in the Barber's mind.
This wasn't a small matter!
It looked like he really needed to improve his attitude towards the Jewelry Master.
With the Barber gone, the Wine Master also left the Gothic Winery. He made his way to the Skyfire Museum.
The Clairvoyant was clad in a long white robe, tied at the waist with a simple white sash. A tall, pointed hat sat atop his head. His robe was embroidered with the runes of Huali and gems that shimmered with a faint halo of light.
His face seemed to have aged even more, but his eyes seemed to have become brighter.
Even though the Wine Master was a Paragon, when he looked at the Clairvoyant he felt like he was in a trance. It was like he was looking at the future.
"Clairvoyant." The Wine Master nodded to the Clairvoyant.
The Clairvoyant smiled, a warm smile filled with benevolence. "I knew you'd be here."
The Wine Master approached the Clairvoyant. "How are you feeling?"
"Very well," the Clairvoyant replied. "Don't worry about me.
I shouldn't have any problems for a few years. "
The Wine Master looked at the Clairvoyant with surprise. "What makes you so happy?"
The Clairvoyant smiled. "An important divination of mine has been confirmed. The Bookworm has returned, and the Keeper has passed his most difficult hurdle.
This way, I can be more at ease. "
The Wine Master's face lit up with joy. "You mean, the Keeper's body …"
The Clairvoyant nodded.
"What about you?" the Wine Master asked.
"If his body can be improved, can we use the same method on you?"
The Clairvoyant shook his head. "I can't.
My situation is different from his. We've both lived for a very long time. The Keeper's problem is that he's overdrawn on his life force. He's reached the end of his lifespan.
I have the same problem, and it involves revealing the secrets of heaven.
My lifespan was decided the day I became a Paragon.
No power can change that.
At our level, you should be able to understand this. "
The Wine Master's voice trailed off. "But, you …"
The Clairvoyant waved a hand, cutting him off. "When the Pontiff's Citadel and the Dark Citadel leave, I'm going into seclusion.
I'm going to focus all my energy on my prophecy.
This final prophecy could very well decide the fate of humanity in the future, and it would definitely be the most accurate.
My limited life must be used where it's most needed.
The Keeper isn't good at management, so when I'm done I'll leave Skyfire Avenue in your hands. "
The Wine Master's brows furrowed, but he nodded.
The Clairvoyant smiled. "We've known each other for so many years, what's there to worry about?
At our level, we understand that there is no such thing as life or death in this world. It's just a matter of energy.
As long as you think I'm alive, then I'll always be alive. "
The Wine Master sighed. "Clairvoyant, you've done so much for humanity, for Skyfire Avenue.
Skyfire can't do without you! "
The Clairvoyant chuckled. "That won't happen. When the old leaves, the new is born. It's the only way we can flourish. It's the law of nature."
The Wine Master went on. "Both the Citadels are here for the purpose of finding out what's going on with you and the Keeper. What should we do?"
The Clairvoyant's voice was low. "Let nature take its course. The Keeper won't show himself, you and I will deal with them together.
They might not have come with ill intentions. "
"Oh?
Did you foresee something? "The Wine Master looked at the Clairvoyant with surprise.
The Clairvoyant smiled. "Nothing.
I'm just using common sense.
It's been a long time since the Pontiff and Satan have met. It's a good time to meet. "
The Wine Master nodded. He didn't linger, and left.
The Clairvoyant didn't send him off. After the Wine Master had left, he made his way to the highest floor of the Museum.
His gait was slow, and he looked like an old man with one foot in the grave.
There were more than twenty steps, but it took him several minutes to reach the top. In front of him were two huge arched doors. The arched doors were more than seven meters tall, and he looked extremely small standing in front of them.
The Clairvoyant gently pushed the doors open, and slowly walked in.
The doors seemed to be weightless, and didn't make a sound.
When they were opened, a strange light was released from the gap.
Bathed in the light, the Clairvoyant's body began to change.
His slightly hunched body gradually straightened, and his white hair gradually turned black. His entire person actually became younger in the light.
In just a short while, he had turned into a handsome young man who looked to be in his thirties.
His white robe was adorned with jewels, as though they were lit by the light from within the doors.
The Clairvoyant's smile never left his face. He stepped through the doors, and the doors closed behind him.
Once again, he was cut off from the outside world.
A faint golden light shimmered beneath his feet. Intricate patterns of gold covered the circular floor.
When he lifted his head, he saw an endless starry sky.
In this endless starry sky, every single star was shining with a golden luster.
The stars were endless, and the stars were endless. It was impossible to tell how many there were.
Bathed in the starlight, the clairvoyant walked to the center of the circular hall.
Starlight shone on his body, covering him in a layer of golden light. Behind him, a pitch-black crystal ball slowly rose and floated behind his head.
Looking up at the sky, the Clairvoyant's eyes became incomparably clear. His gaze was distant, reflecting all the stars in the sky.
The black crystal ball behind him suddenly shone brightly and turned into a huge white vertical eye. It floated behind him and shot out a white beam of light into the starry sky.
Suddenly, countless golden specks of light rained down from the sky and fell into the circular world. The complex golden patterns on the ground became even more beautiful, but the fortune-teller stood there motionless.
Soon, under the cover of the golden light, he turned into a motionless golden statue.
… (To be continued, please search, the better the novel, the faster the update!