Thankfully, Zambit didn't keep them waiting long this time, and a full half an hour after he was turned into a turkey, the turkey thud turned back into poor Zambit.

"Don't talk yet, answer me a few questions. As soon as Alfie saw Zambit's expression, she knew that this guy was going to cry again. In order to prevent this unmemorable creature from inadvertently offending the Goddess of Magic again, and being struck by lightning and transformed again, Alfie interrupted him just in time before he could open his mouth to speak.

Zambit, who was extremely aggrieved in his heart, wanted to say a few words, but after seeing the unkind Rebecca's expression of wanting to eat people, he suddenly withered like an angry bag.

"Where's your treasure map? Alfie stretched out his hand and frowned and took the treasure map handed by Zambit, and then put it in Rebecca's hand: "According to Mr. Kenobi's habit, I'm afraid you have to see it first this time." ”

Rebecca and Barnett Ninja Stink went to crack the secret on the map, and Alfie began to ask Zambit like a prisoner, "Did the Prophet tell you where you got this treasure map?"

"I don't know, I suggest you ask him personally. Zambit snorted, he was really frightened by Bishut's "Heavenly Punishment".

"Did the Prophet give you any special instructions when he gave you this map? It stands to reason that something so important should not be given to you, a frizzy fellow. Alfie's merciless words irritated Zambit's face was ugly.

"Wait a minute, I remembered that the Prophet had been away from the tribe for a long time, and when he returned, he gave me this treasure map to give me a chance to find it. Zambit remembered a detail.

"For a long time, for a long time?" asked Alfie.

"Probably about ten years, in the ten years before the Cataclysm, the Prophet only returned to the tribe a few times, and each time he stayed for a very short time. Zambit said complainingly, "I don't know what could be more important than dealing with the chaos in the tribe after the cataclysm." ”

"Oh, what did the Prophet say when he handed you the treasure map? Can you repeat it?" Alfie asked.

"'I don't know where that drunkard went, I searched for so long and couldn't find it. It seems that my prophecy skills are still far behind, and I am really a prophet in vain. But why did that man have to appoint Zambit to find this treasure?'" Zambit said as he tried to remember, learning the tone of the prophet.

"When was that?" Alfie asked.

"About five years ago. Zambit replied.

"It seems that Barnett was preparing for a treasure hunt at that time, so the Prophet did not find him. From what you just said, it seems that the Prophet gave you the treasure map by someone who appointed you?" Elfie inferred, "Did the Prophet mention it to you?"

"It seems that someone has foretold that the Prophet will not find Mr. Barnett, and the right thing to do is to give the treasure map to me, the great troll warrior, to find it. Zambit puffed out his chest, as if he were some great man.

"No, I think you're just a medium. The person who assigned you to find the treasure map wanted to lend your hand to put the treasure map in the right hands. Rebecca suddenly looked up and said.

"How is that possible?" Zambit doesn't believe he's just a medium to be exploited.

"Take a good look. Rebecca stuffed the footcloth treasure map back into Zambit's hands.

Alfie covered her nose and leaned behind Zambit, and saw that a few new lines had appeared on it, which had been treated with Barnett's fine wine: "My dear, if you see these words, it means that you have come to Fort Wicoburg according to the instructions of another map, and you will encounter unimaginable dangers." But I've got everything in place, and as long as you're with the Chosen One who arrived early, you'll have a thrilling ride through it. ”

"Am I the Chosen One?" said Zambit, unashamedly.

"Don't dream, if you are the chosen one, I am the creator god. Alfie said unceremoniously as he snatched up two maps. What are you kidding, this troll who makes two mistakes from time to time will be the chosen one?

"I'm not, am I still you?" Zambit asked unconvinced.

"Not necessarily. Anyone who comes to Wickoborg this time is possible, but you're the least likely. Although Alfie felt that he had this qualification, both in terms of origin, intelligence, and ability, and wanted to consider himself the Chosen One, he knew very well that the person Kenobi was talking about was probably not him. Kenobi's message is very clear that it is the one who "arrived early", and unless someone arrives here after them to hunt for treasure, the Chosen One will definitely not be among them.

"Then let's quickly find this Chosen One, and we will be safe when we stay with him!" the swaggering Zambit didn't care if he was the Chosen One or not, he was more concerned about his own safety. In particular, Alfie has already singled out that he is acting as a thug. Zambit could almost already foresee the pitiful situation of being cannon fodder in the near future.

"Do you need to say that?" Rebecca gave Zambit a blank look, and Kenobi's message also showed that she wasn't the chosen one.

"Mr. Barnett, I heard that you and Celent have passed the test twice?" Alfie asked Barnett, who was thoughtful after seeing the messages.

"Theoretically, yes, but I don't think we got through the second level perfectly, so I got separated from them on the way to the third level. ”

"I wonder how many of you were at the time?" Alfie realized that he had been ignoring who else was with Celent at the time, and if nothing else, the Chosen One should be among them.

"In addition to me and that little priest, there's an ogre named Lennie. Barnett replied.

"Lenny? sounds like a woman's name. Alfie muttered.

"Ahh She is not only a level 12 wind mage, but also a powerful warrior with infinite strength. Zambit had a strange look on his face.

"I see, have you been taught a hard lesson?" Alfie saw through the reason for Zambit's embarrassment at a glance.

"Cut~ It's just a discussion, I'll let her. Zambit said stiffly.

The other three people all showed "we all understand" expressions on their faces. Zambit will only be eleven at best, not to mention that the magician itself has a professional advantage over the warrior, not to mention that Leni is a twelve-level great magician, and he also has an advantage in level, and he is also a dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, and he will not suffer in melee combat. If Zambit can still win in this case, then he may really be the chosen one.