Chapter 38 Chapter 10: The Game Expands

The prudence room is a device that can only provide one-way communication. Bishop Vanya can communicate with his subordinates, but they cannot communicate with him, because the earliest designers want to ensure that the power of the subordinates will not surpass his master.However, this has a disadvantage, that is, the owner cannot be notified when the situation is urgent or when instructions are needed immediately.This shortcoming did not bother Fan Yatai, and the bishop kept everything firmly under control—so he thought that such a situation was unlikely to happen. He was a little annoyed after being startled, so he entered the Prudence Room late at night this fall.He felt a buzzing, powerful and vibrating darkness surrounding him. Although his subordinates could not touch it, the Prudence Room would make the minds of those who did touch it very sensitive, so as long as one of them concentrated their consciousness In their owner, they can make the owner feel their request.

Fan Ya sat on the chair angrily and closed his eyes. He calmly and unhurriedly eliminated all distracting thoughts in his mind, made the altar clear and opened his mind image.A mental image emerged almost immediately, and an ominous feeling made the bishop's heart heavy. He had been waiting, no, it should be said that he had been worried about this matter for a long time. "I am here." Van Ya said to the mental image in his heart. "What's the matter with you? We haven't spoken for a while, and I thought everything was going well." "Everything is not going well." A voice replied, and the speed of the answer made Van Ya know that the other party must have been waiting for him. "Joram found the Dark Stone."

Fortunately, the subordinates could not see the change of the master at this time, otherwise his confidence would definitely be shaken.Van Ya's thick-jawed face drooped, his fingers fidgeted like spiders on the armrest of the chair, and suddenly twitched.His fingers curled into a fist, turning into a tight meat ball.This place is really cold, he never noticed it before, his thick robe can't keep out the cold at all... "are you still there?" "Yes." Vanya replied, licking his dry lips. "I thought, maybe you made a slip of the tongue when you said this, and I'm waiting for you to correct the slip of the tongue yourself."

"If there were any mistakes, I wouldn't be the one to make them," retorted the voice in the bishop's head. "I told you that the ancient books are indeed here." "Impossible. According to the records, they were all destroyed after being counted." "The record is wrong, but it doesn't matter now. The damage has been done, he already knows the Dark Stone, not only that, but with the help of your catalyst saints, he has already learned how to forge it!" Vanya closed his eyes.Darkness surrounded him, and for a frightening moment he felt the chair begin to slide, causing his body to tilt backward.He grabbed the armrest desperately, forcing himself to relax and think about the situation calmly.It won't do any good to panic, it's not time to panic, it's an unexpected turn of events, but it can be sorted out.

"Are you waiting for me to correct another slip of the tongue?" "No." Van Ya said coldly. "I'm just thinking about all the possibilities of this horrible thing." "Well, now there's something you probably haven't considered yet. Now that we have the Dark Stone, the Saraken and the Witchcrafters can win this war without having to maintain a balance of power at all; if we With the balance in hand, balance means nothing." "Interesting thought, my friend, and that's one of your strengths," Vanya commented dryly, the little flame of anger slowly burning away his fear. "I should say this. You are just one card in the whole deck. I have to remind you that some situations are not going on under your knowledge. No, this changed our plan, but the impact is very subtle. The first priority, of course, is that I can immediately catch this boy, and anything he created with the Dark Stone; I think you must also give me that stupid catalyst saint, what are you doing to that person What did you do?" Van Ya found a channel to vent his frustration. "When he left here, his backbone was like a fragile twig. You should destroy his will, not make his will stronger!"

"Twig! Like everything else, you're wrong about him. As for handing over the boy to you, it's a big risk. Let me kill him, and then send the Catalyst Saint—" "No!" These two words burst out of Van Ya's mouth.His fat hands gripped the armrest, white indentations appearing where a thinner man would call his knuckles. "No." Vanya repeated, and he swallowed. "You must not kill that boy, do you fully understand? If you disobey my order, you will suffer a fate worse than being caught and mutated!" "You have to catch me first, bishop, I have to remind you that you are very far away from me..."

Fan Ya trembled and took a long breath. "The boy is Merilon's prince," he said through his teeth. There was a silence.Then the man shrugged in the Bishop's mind. "It's better, the prince should have died long ago, I just have to fix another mistake, and I guess this is just one of many mistakes you made" "It's not a mistake." Van Ya said, his mouth thirsty. "I'll tell you again, the boy must not die! If you insist on knowing why, I just ask you to remember this—the prophecy." There was a longer and more total silence, and Vanya could almost hear his thoughts, whispering around him like the wings of a bat.

"Very good." The last voice finally said coldly. "But it will be more difficult and dangerous, not to mention that he now has the Dark Stone, which was not included in our original agreement, and I have to increase the price." "I will compensate you according to your contribution," Van Ya said. "Hurry up, before he fully understands how to use the stone. Also, catch him personally." The bishop added after thinking. "I have some things to discuss with you, including your reward." "Of course I'll bring him here myself," the voice responded. "What else can I do? Rely on your spineless catalyst saint? I will connect to our usual teleportation corridor and find a time to meet me."

"You must be quick!" Van Ya said, trying his best to keep his thoughts calm. "I'll be in touch with you tomorrow night." "I may or may not respond," the voice replied. "This matter has to be handled with care." After the arraignment ended, the Prudential Room fell silent. A drop of sweat dripped from the bishop's bald head and into the collar of his robe, pale and trembling with rage and fear.For hours he sat in the Prudential Room, staring out into the darkness with unfocused eyes. Among the descendants of the royal family, there will be born a person who has no magic power at all, but can survive.When he faces death again, and survives to return again, the end of the world will be in his hands...