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[The eyes of the prophet], those who peek into fate are also in fate.

The gift from sacrificing the prophet is his eyeball that attempts to peek into fate, but the pupil is golden instead of the usual colors.

The power above surprisingly does not have too many negative effects, and can even stabilize the consciousness of the holder. However, the conditions are harsh and a stable place is needed to receive the blessing. Otherwise, the connection will be lost at the slightest interference and it will not work at all.

This thing should be more than just this. Lance felt that it was probably due to the limitations of his talent. He did not have the ability like his ancestor to easily peek into the inspiration of the ancient gods, so he could not use this thing to peek into fate.

Who knows? Lance didn't care too much because Alhazred on the other side seemed to have discovered something.

"Oh! These are..."

Lance was attracted to the scene. It turned out that scholars had found records of text and some runes on the benches around the prophet.

Now Lance suddenly understood that when the prophet was hiding here, he probably used the wooden boards on the benches to record something, and then threw it away after writing. That's why the bench fragments were piled up around the area year after year.

Then by accident it became a barrier to protect the prophet. After all, these wooden boards were blessed with extraordinary power.

Lance had begun to study mysticism through the legacy left by Alvis, but in his opinion, he could not recognize the words written on the wooden boards separately, and he could not understand them when they were put together.

Alhazred, on the contrary, studied it as if it were a treasure, and even felt a little sad about what had just been destroyed, and tried hard to piece the fragments together again.

“Can scholars understand what is written here?”

"I can understand some of it, but I don't understand most of it. Many extraordinary people have their own way of writing to prevent outsiders from snooping, so it takes time to organize and study it."

Alhazred was still a little excited as he spoke, and Lance then remembered what he seemed to have said at the beginning, so he immediately asked about it.

"Do you know this prophet?"

“There are many people in this world who have the ability to predict and divination, and there are also many people who can spy on fate, but only he can be called the prophet of fate. He is the best prophet in the world, no doubt about it.

It is said that he had a "Book of Destiny" that could reveal the secrets of the long river of destiny. Unfortunately, he suddenly disappeared for many years and the book was nowhere to be found. I didn't expect that it would end up in this place..."

Originally, there was a hint of admiration in Alhazred's words, but they were also filled with regret.

Lance remembered that Alhazred came from a supernatural organization called the Council of Destiny, so they should be related. After all, the prophet didn't look like an imperial person at all.

Suddenly Lance seemed to realize something. He held the eyeball left by the prophet in his hand, and then looked intently at the messy words on the wooden board. Sure enough, he noticed a slight change, as if it had been re-encoded, encrypted, and then decoded.

suspect? Enlightenment!
This discovery made him ecstatic. Could it be that the [Book of Destiny] was right here?
But he had to suppress his emotions until he figured it out. After all, Lance was also afraid that the prophet would write something outrageous and expose the ancestor. What if?
Since it was written by the world's top prophet, whether or not it recorded the [Book of Destiny], it must have very important value. As a top scavenger, Lance naturally did not want to let it go, so he stuffed it directly into the space of the Mage Tower, and after picking it up, he did not forget to search for it.

"Everyone, please help look for it. Maybe there is some information left by the prophet."

After the battle, Bigby changed back. After using that power continuously in the past few days, he has been able to control his transformation and recovery. In a sense, this is also adaptation, and the psychological pressure is not so great.

Junia and Joan of Arc also recovered a little after a short rest and began to help find the carrier of the recorded text.

But sometimes no one knows which will come first, the accident or the surprise.

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the church, along with smoke and dust, and then Joan of Arc's shouting.

"Everyone come and see, I think I found something."

When several people gathered together, they found that Joan of Arc had suddenly stepped through a dilapidated floor in the building and fell down, and then discovered a secret door leading to the underground.

Even Lance couldn't help but complain in his heart when seeing this scene.

Is this the protagonist? You can find opportunities just by walking around...

"Nothing hurt?"

"No."

The shouts from below were steady and did not reveal any fear, but Lance did not waste any time. He simply took out a torch and jumped down. The light of the torch instantly illuminated the general situation.

The space is not large, and is even somewhat low and narrow. In it is placed an ancient sarcophagus, on which seems to be carved a pattern of a brave warrior holding a sword and fighting various monsters.

After taking a quick look, Lance shouted upwards.

"This is a tomb with a sarcophagus. Junia, do you know what the significance of this is?"

“Because there are many cases of desecration of corpses, many church leaders are not actually buried in ordinary cemeteries, but instead they create space under the church.

But the space is limited and ordinary people are not eligible. Only those who have made special contributions or are very powerful are eligible. In a sense, it is also part of the church ceremony."

Lance understood that it was necessary to use the power of the church to protect the corpses from being desecrated. At the same time, these powerful remains could also bless the church's ritual power to dispel evil.

But apparently this thing is not that magical, and the church was still eroded.

Anyway, Hamlet Cathedral is so big, this thing must have been very powerful when it was alive, and I don’t know what it will leave behind.

This guy Lance really has no taboos. He actually opened the coffin with his bare hands. However, he just defeated the Lord of the Undead just now, so there is really nothing to be afraid of. He is the first person to break feudal superstition.

There was no trap or mechanism set up. I'm afraid that when the church placed the coffin, they didn't expect Hamlet to be destroyed and the church to be ruined. How could anyone dare to open the coffin under the church?
The coffin lid was pushed open, revealing a skeleton inside, wearing clothes that were once exquisite but now worn and dull. Between the skeleton's overlapping hands was a dusty sword that had not rusted at all after all these years.

It seems that he can give up everything else except his weapon, even if it means death.

Lance reached out to take it down, and immediately felt something, an extraordinary weapon. Although the power in it could not be said to be legendary, it was definitely a good thing, mainly because of its sturdiness and sharpness, and more importantly, it had no negative effects.

"Take it."

Lance handed it to Joan of Arc. This was what she found. Her previous sword happened to be broken, so it was a bit abstract for her to hold an axe now.

"After I take your sword, I will also find a place for you to rest." Lance took the entire sarcophagus away.

It is foreseeable that when the skeletons disappear, those adventurers will definitely break in to loot. They are the real looters and may even strip you naked.

Joan of Arc was delighted to receive the sword. She was so excited that she could not suppress it, like a child who had received a toy.

Yes, she is only thirteen years old now, not even an adult...

No one cared about the lord's distribution, and they didn't use swords.

Joan of Arc's discovery reminded Reims that the church certainly did not have the ability to take away the church's things, so there must be a lot of good things.

Lance searched every corner like a player entering a village, and found a lot of small vaults, and of course all kinds of sealed things. Some of the books showed that the church also knew the value. In the end, he took away the bodies of several church members outside and left this ghost place.

The team's return did not attract much attention. Those heroes had a lot of freedom after completing their missions, but it was not the same for the guards. After a day's holiday, they quickly split into teams again and began to investigate the ruins and, of course, conduct an in-depth search.

For Lance, he needs to adjust what to do after the problem of the ruins is solved.

In the past, adventurers were called here to do hard labor and be slowly consumed by the skeletons. Now, as the problems with the ruins have been solved, their existence has become a trouble, because these people have never been content.

"We will start gathering and arranging personnel to formally clean up the ruins. First, we will build a road to the north, collect the remains, crush them and bury them in the reclaimed land. Ashes to ashes, ashes to dust.

Based on the information collected by the personal guards, an overall plan was made for the ruins. Craftsmen were sent out to inspect the buildings and the construction period was planned. Those that could be repaired would be repaired in the spring, and those that could not be repaired would be demolished.

About Hamlet Business…”

The order Lance gave was simple: to abandon the previous policy of letting the adventurers act freely and now let the authorities intervene to formalize the matter.

But Lance did not kill them all. Instead, he gave them another way. In order to reopen the trade route, they could accept employment from the caravans.

The cold winter makes most ordinary people not want to leave their warm homes, so the situation should not escalate. By the beginning of next spring, the trade routes should be open, and adventurers will follow the flow of commerce.

Everything in Hamlet is running in an orderly manner. For many of them, this may be their first such a stable winter.

But it was not the case for some people, because after a few days, the message he asked Amanda to convey finally spread through the Roma intelligence network.

…………

St. Helier, a large palace, is guarded outside by armored guards holding halberds, and even the servants coming and going inside are dressed in clothes as gorgeous as those of nobles.

The interior decoration of the palace is extremely luxurious, with exquisite carvings and patterns, as well as a large number of artworks. Some of the decorative plants even bloom flowers.

It is cold outside, but the temperature inside the palace is always comfortable. I don't know how it is maintained, but I think it has something to do with supernatural powers.

Because this is the capital of the empire, and the palace is the residence of the emperor, representing the supremacy of royal power.

However, at this moment, angry roars and the sound of things being thrown were heard from the palace.

"Who does he think he is?"

"A bastard who came from nowhere!"

"How dare he?"

"I am the emperor!"

Even from outside, one could feel the terrifying atmosphere inside, and the people standing outside seemed to be accustomed to this situation. Although they looked terrified, they were also somewhat numb.

Among the people there, there was only an old man with white hair and beard but an upright posture, who looked calm and composed. The clothes he wore showed that he was a nobleman, unlike those servants.

The roar echoed for a long time before gradually subsiding. Only then did he signal the servant to report and go into the room.

Not paying attention to the mess on the ground, his eyes were on the man on the throne whose half body was covered by shadow. He was the emperor of the empire.

"How is this going!"

The emperor's words were not questions but inquiries. It was obvious that the old man had also heard about the recent uproar over Hamlet.

The reason why the emperor summoned him was because he was an insider and even one of the participants in the plan.

That’s right, the consul of Owendo City did not lie to Lance. The emperor had already set his sights on Hamlet.

"It should be that the lord learned some information from the governor after he captured the city of Owendo."

The old man answered truthfully, but this obviously did not satisfy the emperor.

"Why don't you get rid of him? What's the point of keeping him?"

"At that time, we needed someone with local prestige to quickly stabilize the situation, and no one thought that Hamlet could rise again."

Were the old man's words perfunctory?

Yes.

But it's also true.

Because after Hamlet encountered the catastrophe, no one cared about these things. Who would have thought that the fallen Hamlet could be revived.

Even the emperor focused his attention on the newly rising Bastia, and was even forced to confer a countship on it because of the barbarians in the mountains.

It's funny to say that the reason Hamlet was able to survive was because the emperor wanted to restrict Count Bastia.

Now that he was being scolded, he stopped getting angry and remained silent for a few seconds before speaking.

"Tell me, what should we do now?"

Why was the emperor so angry? Because he had really done it, and now the bad debt had been exposed, and he was the first person to break the rules.

The civil war with those great nobles was already a mess, and now no one can continue fighting. But they are afraid that they will see Hamlet's fate, so they have to fight even if they don't want to.

His greatest advantage as the emperor of the empire is the aristocratic system. Now even his underwear has been stripped off. How can he not be anxious?

But the old man was not in a hurry, on the contrary he looked confident.

"We weren't the only ones who did it. Don't forget that they did it too. This is a good opportunity for them to bite."

"You mean..." The emperor had already guessed something. The incident against Hamlet was also a very confusing matter. Everyone understood it tacitly, but did not make it clear.

“Whether it is commercial or maritime, there is overlap. Hamlet is up, can Totnes sleep well?

I think it would be better if Hamlet came up. He helped us deal with the Count of Bastia and could also help us hold back Totnes. Whoever wins or loses between the two would suffer a great loss. "

All I can say is that age is the key. Just three sentences from the old man made the irritable emperor stand up and shout excitedly.

"No matter what, the advantage is mine!" (End of this chapter)