I play prophet in Salvation Organization

Chapter 132 Love Brain (4K)

Half an hour later.

Gerald dressed and sat on the edge of Oliver's bed, looking prim and folded with his hands.

No wonder.

According to the diary, Gerald was a very shy and innocent young man.

Like a person who was born to work hard for the purpose of "forging", his whole head was basically blank except for how to forge better.

In addition to his own work, he is really like a blank sheet of paper, so pure that people can't bear to look directly at him.

But in contrast, his talent in forging is frighteningly high.

Otherwise, Bering would not have come to him specifically.

But now, this person who will really emerge in the next few months is looking directly at Bering with an indescribable look.

He rubbed his fingers, and said to Bering in a slow but firm tone, "You...how did you know?"

This sentence is a bit out of date.

If it were someone else, it might be difficult to understand what Gerald was talking about now.

But Bering was different.

Under the tumbling waves, he has precisely found Gerrard's key points and pain points.

Drawing some marks in the air with his fingers, Bering said with a smile, "Let me introduce myself."

"I am one of the leading teachers who came to participate in the exercise this time, and I can be regarded as a partner who is independent from the countermeasures."

Hearing this, Oliver's son was slightly taken aback: "Partner? Are you...the one who calls himself the 'prophet'?"

prophet?

Hearing the name, Oliver glanced at his son: "George, make it clear, what prophet?"

Oliver's son, that is, George Wells, looked at Bering and said with some uncertainty: "I heard that there is an organization in the east that is more active recently. It seems to be called...'Morrow'? This organization is related to The Countermeasure Bureau seems to have reached an alliance, and the leader of the organization seems to call himself a 'prophet'."

Saying this, George folded his hands, but there was strong distrust in his eyes.

But Mr. Oliver was not so resistant.

He just looked at Bering thoughtfully, then stroked his chin: "Prophet...it's interesting."

"In mythology, prophets are people who hide behind the curtain and advise kings and heroes," he said. Whoever steals the fire from the sky will also be tested and blamed by the gods."

He looked at Bering meaningfully: "You claim to be a prophet and stir up the river of fate. What price did you pay?"

Hearing this, the smile on Bering's face remained unchanged.

He said lightly: "It's just some trivial compensation."

"What's more, the twists and turns of fate are like the twists and turns of the stars, and the lone star is shining. I just stood on the beach and watched the stars in the sky, and picked out the most anticipated clouds and stars from them, and laid them into a red carpet movement. The rod is a crown of glory and glory to those who walk in the way of thorns."

Looking at Gerrard with firm eyes, Bering said softly: "Compared to the amazing talent, I just observe from the side, and extract the results and submit them to them in advance, so that they can travel less Detours, that's all."

Bering pointed his finger at his eyes and chuckled: "After all, the so-called prophets are just ordinary people who see farther. It's just that compared to you, the veil of fate is slightly more transparent in my eyes. The line of sight is also farther."

"What's more, shouldn't Mr. Oliver be very aware of this?"

Bering pointed to the book in his hand, or to be more precise, pointed to the letterhead in the book: "If you didn't know something in advance, how could you bring this book to you? in front of you?"

Ah.

Listening to this sentence, Oliver gave a "tsk".

"It's really mysterious," he said, "Just like that old man Wu Dayou, you two are the type who will laugh and not say the key answer until the critical moment, when there is no benefit."

Rubbing the cover of the book, Oliver looked deeply.

This is also the reason why he does not have absolute doubts about Bering's identity like his own son.

You know, what is written on letter paper is not deceiving.

When he saw the letter, even Oliver was a little surprised, and had a certain vague understanding of Bering's "prophecy" ability.

How should I put it, it's very interesting.

With that in mind, he patted his disciple on the back: "Go."

Listening to his words, Gerald was slightly taken aback.

He turned his head to look at his teacher, not knowing what this sentence meant.

Noticing the dullness of his disciple, Oliver said angrily: "Don't you want to know why this guy can solve the problem that has troubled you for so long?"

"He has already made it very obvious that he just wants you to fight him for a while, otherwise he probably won't reveal half a word to you."

After moaning for a while, the old man said: "Yes, there is no such good thing in the world. That old thing Wu Dayou is also the same. He usually touches a few carrots and makes my donkey-like old friends shine when they see it." , and then followed behind him with pouted buttocks. Humph, you guys are all the same."

Patting himself on the shoulder, Oliver sighed: "And to be honest, I also feel that something is not right recently."

"Monsters come out in groups like rabbits. Obviously there used to be a strict family system, but now when many alien species pop out, there was no such person in the past. From this point of view, the era is probably indeed changed."

Putting the book aside, Oliver looked at Bering with serious eyes: "Young man."

"You call yourself a 'prophet', and I'm actually dubious about this now. However, since you have said that, it means that you will manipulate the thread of the stage in the next turbulent and treacherous era, manipulating others like a puppet .”

"I don't know if you can understand this meaning, but I think you probably need to understand that your enemies are not just fine porcelain that just look on. They can also think, be restless, and even take all possible means to break your annoying predictive ability. I believe you have probably learned part of this in advance."

The old man sighed: "Although the ability to predict is very domineering, it does not mean it is invulnerable. If it is separated from observation, then all predictions will be like the reflection of moonlight in a pond, which will crumble into a pool of clear water after a light touch. "

Looking at Oliver, the smile on Bering's face gradually faded.

He nodded and said solemnly, "I understand."

He knows it all too well.

The ability to predict the future is not absolutely invulnerable. If it exists independently of observation, then predicting the future will be infinitely compressed.

For example...the former witch's "Tartaros"!
This is existence independent of foreknowledge.

Even Bering's invincible sea of ​​consciousness can only last less than three seconds in front of the enlarged bone gate.

If it wasn't for the fact that the witch herself hadn't reached such a level, it would be very difficult for Bering to defeat her.

Not to mention that "Tartaros" is just a creation of the gods, not a god, or even an "origin".

If the giant god in that prison climbed out, or if the origin came to this land, would Bering's predictive ability still be invincible?
Probably.

After all, Bering's ability is unlimited.

But it takes time to settle. If there is not enough time, Bering's prophecy cannot be extended at all.

Therefore, it is necessary to gather enough talents and grasp the intelligence and advantages in advance.

Thinking of this, Bering's gaze towards Gerald flickered again.

And the old man finally made up his mind: "Let's do it!"

He patted his disciple on the back, his brows and eyes became more kind: "You bring this guy who knows nothing but forging to your side. Teach him well, teach him what he should learn, I I believe this should not be too difficult for you."

"I don't expect him to achieve much in the future, as long as he can be similar to the Gerrard you 'see', I am satisfied."

Isn't this a luxury for you?
In the sea of ​​consciousness, Bering couldn't help rolling his eyes.

You don't know how outstanding your future disciple is.

But he said nothing.

Just kidding, when people send you gold, is Bering out of his mind to block people with words?
And the old man hasn't finished talking yet.

After that, it's the real stuff to watch out for.

Sure enough, the old man said again: "Just right, I need to be busy compiling the posthumous work of this old man Wu Dayou now. And the situation in Western Europe...is not very good recently. You and the Countermeasures Bureau are in a cooperative relationship, even if I don't I trust you, and I also trust Director Wang of the Countermeasures Bureau."

"Send Gerald to your side, I'm sure," he said, "but that doesn't mean Gerald will join you."

Oliver looked at Bering and said seriously: "I have a condition, and only if I agree to this condition, will I accept your previous request. Even if you didn't raise it, I will help you solve it together. "

Bering looked at Oliver.

After a while, he smiled lightly and said, "I understand."

"I will bring Gerald back for the trial half a year later," he said, "and when the time comes, I will personally follow him."

"It's also my idea to let Gerrard survive the trial."

Hearing this, Oliver smiled gratifiedly.

"Sure enough, even if you're not a prophet, you at least have mind reading skills. It's convenient to talk to you, and you don't need to expand too much."

He pointed his fingers in the direction of Bering: "This way I feel more at ease, Gerald is too simple, it may be better to have someone like you who can see through many things follow than him to stay by my side .”

"Then, I'm looking forward to seeing you again in half a year," Oliver said. "By that time, if Gerrard hasn't become better, don't blame me for scolding you severely."

Bering also responded with a smile: "Of course."

The two tacitly reached a balance.

Next to Oliver's son George, and his disciple Gerald looked at the two blankly.

Why does it feel like these two people talked about something, but they didn't talk about anything?
This is the benefit of chatting with a guy who can predict the future.

Qi Guang probably felt the same about this point.

Sometimes he even just had an idea and idea, and Bering next to him would send this idea to supplement it in the same way as discussion, and it was very in line with Qi Guang's own point of view, even as if he was talking about it himself. It's like completing this thing.

How should I put it, there is an illusion of sitting and talking with Bering and the future self, which is very interesting.

Oliver probably feels this way now.

So in fact, it seems that they haven't talked much, but in fact, they have almost talked about everything that should be talked about.

After pushing Gerald, Oliver was in a rare happy mood: "Okay, get out of here."

"The next thing you need to do is go with that guy over there, and come back to see me in half a year," he said, "don't worry about me or anything, I'm sure I won't die until I complete my goal, at least there must be a 30 Nian can live, so hurry up and roll."

Gerald was pushed, and looked at Oliver in a daze: "Teacher..."

He seemed a little hesitant, as if he wanted to ask Bering, but because he couldn't bear Oliver, he stood there a little hesitantly.

At this time, George stood up and patted Gerrard on the shoulder.

"Listen to your teacher," said George, "you should really go out and see."

"Until now, you can't do anything but swing a hammer in your bare ass every day, and you haven't even talked to a girl. This can't be done, Gerald."

George said earnestly: "Let's not talk about anything else, at least you have to have a girlfriend, right? You are the only one in your family now. If it ends with you, how can I explain to your father who went first?"

"So go out and get to know a few more girls. If you see someone you like, try to chase them. Anyway, you have such a good condition, and there are probably many girls who like it. Don't hang yourself on a tree all day long. That woman isn't worth it, you know, not worth it."

Standing by and listening, Bering felt his face twitch with tension.

It turned out that the future Gerald Harold became a love brain, and it began to appear from this time. '

Bering remembered that there was an interesting sentence about Gerald in the diary.

[Although as a blacksmith, the 'Fire Smelting of Molten Iron' is very good.But as a man, Gerald Harold was a failure. 】

[His pursuit of love can almost be said to be pathological, as long as he sees the guy he likes, he will give everything he has without hesitation.At the same time, his love is humble, just like the kind of person with extreme low self-esteem, who will always worry about whether the other half will leave him in the process of falling in love, wishing to fix himself firmly on the other half , Let lovers be overwhelmed by this. 】

[Because of this morbid love relationship, although Gerrard is very good, he has never found a partner who can accompany him for a lifetime.Although he is very attentive to every relationship, it is precisely because of his attentiveness that when his lover finally leaves, he is heartbroken and haggard. 】

[However, he still perseveres in falling in love and getting hurt, and finally makes his heart full of holes. 】

In short, this guy is a total love brain.

So this is why Bering said before that the geniuses in Western Europe are more or less seriously ill.

Gerald Harold probably did have some mental problems.

Maybe it's also related to his ability?

Although the fire breath of Hephaestus, the god of fire, is powerful, what should I say about his god, the god of forging himself...

I have been cuckolded many times.

So reflected in Gerrard, perhaps because he was worried about his lover's betrayal, he tried his best to make others feel a heavy burden.

Obviously a nice guy.

Sighing, Bering looked at Gerald and thought in his heart: "Why don't you introduce him to Ding Yan." '

Let's see if Ding Yan can bring this guy closer to the Two-dimensional world.

The three-dimensional love brain is a headache, Two-dimensional should be slightly better...

As long as you don't let him wrap a rope on the ceiling and yell "Goodbye three-dimensional, I'm going to live a beautiful Two-dimensional life".

Bering thought so.

(End of this chapter)