After Anthony did all this, the whole body dissipated with a bang, and Anthony's voice echoed for a long time in the Flame Monster space: "Little guy, as long as you successfully tame any Flame Monster as a pet here, even if you pass the level." How's that, it's easy enough, right?"

"What an irresponsible old man!" said Katie, who listened to Anthony's message.

The meaning behind Anthony's words is very simple, the speed of Katie's passage depends entirely on what kind of pet she tames, if she only wants to tame a fire rabbit, it is estimated that it will take a few seconds to pass the level, but if she wants to tame the more powerful flame monsters here as pets - such as the fire dragon swimming in the sky - it is estimated that there will not be a situation of several decades, provided that these flame monsters do not fight back.

Looking at the fierce expressions on the faces of those powerful flame beasts, Katie knew it was impossible even with her little tail.

......

Under a tall flaming tree, a meandering stream of flaming streams slowly flowed from under the tree to the distant flaming mountains. On the flaming grass under the Tree of Flames, Coughlon lay comfortably there, admiring the colorful changes of the flame clouds in the sky through the gaps in the Tree of Flames.

"I didn't expect your Flame Realm to be like this, it seems that your heart is far less than the anxiety you seem to be on the surface. Anthony came to Coughren with a bottle of fiery wine and sat down casually.

"Would you like a bottle?" Anthony shook the flask in his hand at Coughlon.

"Of course. Being able to taste the Flame Wine brewed by the Flame Demon himself is the greatest wish of every drunkard. Coughren complimented quietly.

"That's why I hate dealing with you Holy See people the most. Anthony snorted coldly and threw the wine of fire in his hand into Coughren's arms. Miraculously, the flaming flask fell into Coughlon's hands and didn't ignite his robes, as if the frightening flames didn't exist.

"Don't be so mean. According to the Holy See's records, Lord Anthony, the Hand of the Flame Demon, is not a man with a small belly. Coughlon took a pleasant sip of the wine of fire, and through his body he could see a raging flame flowing down his throat into his stomach and finally spreading out into his limbs.

"Sure enough, it lives up to its name. I can't guarantee anything else, at least this flaming wine is getting mellower and mellower. Coughren stretched comfortably, "The Holy See's legal code is getting stricter and stricter, and if those obsessive people find out that some of the cultists are drinking, the Inquisition is the best place for them." ”

"It's a surprise that an organization like the Holy See has been around for so long, if it weren't for ...... Hmph!" Anthony said as he said without saying a word.

"Hehe, don't be angry, I didn't participate in the plan you set up at the beginning, and now I'm just a poor executor. Coughren said complainingly.

"So I advise you to be respectful to me, and if you don't have the Eye of Light in your hands, believe it or not, I'll turn you into a piece of charcoal right now!" Anthony seemed unhappy with Coughlon's attitude.

"That's why I'm the most pitiful person, and I have to take a huge risk to make up for this excitement that doesn't belong to me. Coughren said with self-pity.

"Don't forget that you're wiping the ass of your Holy See seniors. Anthony scoffed.

"Yes, I know, so I still came here knowing that there was no return. I really don't know if the person who made this plan in the first place had his brain in water!" Coughren spat indecently, which was seriously inconsistent with his status as a clergyman. It is conservatively estimated that in just such a short period of time, Coughren has violated at least ten or more sacred laws, and if those obsessives in his mouth are really here, he can still sit here and drink wine so peacefully, and he really has to thank the Lord of Light for his kindness.

"You have to thank you for mastering the oracle that can prophesy the future. Anthony said in a bad tone.

"By the oracle. Coughlon scratched his hair in distress, making his hair even more messy, "If I had the opportunity to choose, I would never choose to become a member of the Holy See, let alone choose to learn oracles!"

"The question is to give you another chance to choose, can you stand the temptation, the feeling of being able to predict the future and control the fate of others?" Anthony asked sharply.

"I'm afraid not. Coughren smiled wryly.

"So......" Anthony was about to say something, but was interrupted by Coughlen.

"So let's move on! Isn't there a saying, die early, die early, and live early!" said Coughlon unusually irritably.

"Of course I'm fine. Anthony has a surprisingly good temper, "So what is your current status as Coughren?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, you just need to know that I came to continue the plan of two thousand years ago according to the oracle!

"It's true that you have the Eye of Light, but how can I be sure that you have the strength of your predecessors to continue our plans?" asked Anthony with great caution.

"I'm guessing your doppelganger is in contact with a few other people right now, and I'm sure you'll soon find out that every detail of this plan that has been in the works for two thousand years is extremely perfect, and the question of strength is not something you and I need to worry about at all. If there is no guarantee of this, the person who made this plan in the first place could really buy a piece of tofu and kill him. Coughlon was outspoken.

"You should be glad that my mentor is not the leader of this program. Anthony said coldly.

"Of course, I know that Bishut, the goddess of magic, is not the dominant one. Coughren hadn't forgotten what happened to the great troll warrior, and said respectfully. But his subtext is also clear, the people behind the plan are not very well received by him.

"So what are you going to do next?" Anthony was very pleased with Coughren's attitude towards Bishut.

"Seeing the moves, to be honest, the speed at which this team is moving forward is ridiculously slow. Coughren commented with a little dissatisfaction, "So ......"

"So you're going to let me release the water, do you think it's possible?" said Anthony, sneering.

"Looks like you're strictly going to do what you planned?" asked Coughlon, staring into Anthony's eyes.

"Of course, I have endured it for two thousand years, and I will not allow any change in my plans. There was a hint of threat in Anthony's words.

"Okay. Whoever has the big fist has the final say. Coughlon raised his hand in surrender.

"If they can't even pass my test, how can I trust them to take on a task that is almost impossible? Anthony said categorically.

"Rest assured, the prophesied plan will be successfully completed at this time. Coughlon patted Anthony on the shoulder very irreverently.