"No need to be polite," the female voice appeared directly in his mind, "what's going on up there?"

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"Divine Envoy, there was some accident, they didn't accept the invitation of the Grey Keep Ambassador," Barry recounted the incident in full, "It was my mistake, I didn't expect them to be so vigilant. 」

"Plans that scheming people are apt to fail," the oracle's tone sounded not dissatisfied, but mixed with an inexplicable sense of nostalgia, "Do you have any remedy?"

"Just make them have to accept the invitation," he paused, "taking advantage of His Majesty's new policy. 」

"Tsk...... Mortal. 」

Barry couldn't help but be stunned, "My lord?"

"I don't like this policy of weeding out witches, can you guarantee that no one will get hurt by it?"

"This ......" not to mention being injured, even if some of the witches were captured and executed, after all, the purpose of the plan was to let the witches set off for the south and go to the west of the Grey Keep, and there was no requirement for a few to survive.

"That's what you think?" The oracle's voice suddenly rose a little higher, its wriggling tentacles and the lava pouring from the ground to show its anger, "Don't forget what I said, every witch counts in the face of the apocalypse!"

"No, my lord, I take every word of your word to heart," Barry said secretly, he was talking to the oracle with his consciousness, and any thoughts would be conveyed to the other person's heart, "I naturally hope that no innocent person will be hurt, but that will take more time and the staff will need to be rearranged - not everyone will have the courage to stand up to the royal family while still keeping the secret. 」

"Let my guards help you," the oracle quickly replied, "How long will it take?"

Barry breathed a sigh of relief, he had seen the abilities of these guards, ordinary knights were no match at all, and they almost couldn't even see their movements clearly. If two or three people fight side by side, they can easily resist a knight ten times their size, which is enough to show that the divine envoy is extraordinary.

"I should be able to complete the third step of the plan within two weeks. 」

"Then let's do it. 」

"The Divine Envoy ......," Barry hesitated, "Are witches really so important? Are the gods only favoring them? I am more appropriate when it comes to wealth or power—"

"More appropriate for the Chosen One?" interrupted the oracle, "you have no idea what you're talking about, neither wealth nor power means anything to the near end times. The gods are looking for saviors who can wield their immense powers, not earthly spokesmen. You are indeed useful, mortal, so when the quest is completed, I will give you appropriate rewards - such as immortality, but you also need to recognize your place. 」

Barry knows what the end of the other party means, every four hundred years, a blood-red moon will appear in the sky, the gates of hell will be opened, the devil will swarm out of it, a slaughter will soon sweep across the continent, and those who can resist these murderous aliens will be called the Chosen One. And now he knew more about the Chosen One - the person he was looking for seemed to be directly connected to the power of the gods, and must have been a witch.

"But......," he said with some reluctance, "is there necessarily the Chosen One among the witches of the Grey Keep?"

There was a rare silence from the Divine Messenger, and after a few moments, the voice resounded, "No one knows the answer, this is just an attempt, and this attempt has been going on for hundreds of years. 」

"What if you don't find it?"

"Then keep looking until the end destroys everything. 」

If all people die, then eternal life is meaningless...... Apparently he had to beg the gods to make a discovery, Barry smiled bitterly, "I see, I'll do my best to get this done." 」

The tentacles on the sarcoma's body writhed neatly, and it was expressing satisfaction, "There's one more thing...... Is the church really defeated?"

Ever since the news of the Church's failure reached Dawn, the Divine Envoy had paid special attention to it, and asked Barry to personally send someone to Coldwind Ridge to verify whether the news was true.

"Indeed, the foot of the Coldwind Ridge is trampled by a horde of evil beasts, full of deep pits and ravines, and there are thousands of graves around it, and the locals say that the king of the Grey Keep did it—all the dead who belonged to him were brought back to the western realm of the kingdom, and the dead of the church were burned and buried on the spot. Merchants returning from the Hermes plateau also said that there was a dead silence in the holy city, and that the atmosphere of prosperity had been completely lost. 」

"Is this the end of them......" The oracle's voice suddenly became soft, but in an instant it returned to normal, "That's all for today's conversation, I'm tired. 」

"Yes, sir. Barry bowed.

The scene beneath the lava field faded like a tide, and the darkness soon swept in, and then the magic stone flickered a few times, relighting the stone chamber.

It's like a dream.

"This medicine," one of the guards handed over a porcelain bottle, "drink it, the Divine Envoy is pleased with your recent performance." ”

"Multi-...... Thank God for the reward," Barry excitedly took the porcelain vase and drank the liquid in one gulp.

Suddenly, a scorching warm current rose from his stomach, and his whole body regained his strength, and his hands and feet seemed to be much more flexible - but unfortunately the effect of the medicine could not be maintained for long, and it could not prolong his life. According to the other party, in addition to relieving fatigue and restoring physical strength in a short period of time, it also has a certain strengthening effect on the body. Before granting immortality, he needed to repair his dilapidated body little by little in order to survive the intense pain of his immortal transformation, or the force would tear him apart.

It was these words that convinced Barry of the oracle, if it was a liar, just taking out this drug that could rejuvenate the body would be enough to make a large number of nobles and wealthy merchants completely fall to it, so why should he tell the truth about the effect and nature of the drug?

Three years ago, he could only move in a wheelchair with a minion, but now he can at least stand and walk on his own feet, relying on the secret medicine of the divine messenger.

If he can fulfill the other party's request and further obtain eternal life, all the problems that plague him will be solved.

Barry lifted the curtain and walked up the stone staircase around the mountain with his head held high.

Unlike when he came, he was now full of strength and steady steps, and the roaring undercurrent under his feet became a clarion call to encourage him forward, and the damp cold wind could not shake him.