Chapter 82 Lucky Prime Number

Author: Going to the Winter

Chapter 82 Lucky Prime Number

"Shepherd? I know." Naruf interrupted casually.

The old captain of the billion-year-old was about to change the topic and talk about a joke. Then he turned around and found four eyes staring at him with concentration.

"You still want to hear about the shepherd?" He was a little embarrassed.

Yicha and Diapolo nodded at the same time.

"Hey. This is difficult. I don't know much." Naruf fell into thinking and scratched his hair. "But my first mate often talks, but I didn't listen very seriously. He is too smart

Sometimes I really don’t know what he is saying. Especially when he three of them scramble to speak, he really doesn’t understand the sulphur fragrant egg…”

He glanced at the expressions of the two of them and continued quickly, "Don't be anxious. Don't be anxious! Friends, I'll think about it! Let me think about it!"

Yi Cha nodded at him.

Naruf thought hard for a while, then looked heartbroken with shame - it was as if someone had just traveled thousands of miles to save your life, asking you to ask for some money to go home in a carriage, and then you found that you didn't bring the money,"

I don't have much impression of it."

"But! But!"

Yicha was about to say it was okay, and Naruf raised his hand to save the situation, "I can remember that he also mentioned it when he was casting the spell in those days. Many times."

"What days?"

"The days when the salty wind was floating on the sea. Before I died." Naruf wrinkled his nose and immediately sank into the unhappy memories, "The days when he said something was going to happen. He gave a lot of it.

There aren't so many spells in normal times."

"What do you say? What is spell about?"

"Lucky." The captain's answer was very straightforward, "Call the lucky spells. Rose-colored. I remember it very clearly. Only he can do it on the Suffocation Night. Hi! I would have asked him more if I had known."

Now there is no demon who can do it, so I can think about it. "Lucky" is also one of the topics that he feels that it is half the result with twice the effort and is difficult to control and has not studied it in depth.

"So, your first mate predicted the upcoming misfortune and summoned you luck. Is that true?" He retracted his thoughts and tried to speculate on the situation.

"No." Naruf shook his head. "The summoning of luck is for the 'shepherd'. He said 'shepherd' needs luck. I think... I'm so embarrassed, I remember so much. Right.

And that's right, the entire boat was made into a rose color."

"Why?"

“Rose is the lucky color.”

Yi Cha sighed. “I mean… Why is the shepherd who needs luck?”

"I don't know." Naruf patted his head and took a pose of pouring water out of his ears, saying sorry: "I really don't know anything else. I died too early, I don't know how my first mate is now

…”

The captain touched his chin with one hand and fell into a whisper about the first mate, three heads, rose and cleaning the deck, Diaporo looked at him blankly.

To think about what he said.

Naruf already informed a lot of information.

One very important thing is: In Naruf's time, there was a saying of "shepherd". It has been known to some demons.

But some key logic is not connected.

For example, what exactly is the "unfortunate" that the first mate of the Suffocation Night Account saw?

Why does the "Shepherd" need luck?

besides.

Why did this first mate call for the "Shepherd"? Was it successful? Is it useful? What happened later?

Does this have anything to do with what the "shepherd" in the prophecy of the end of the world?

There are many questions.

There are many things to figure out...

"Boss." Diapolo pulled his arm and carried the empty cage with his other hand.

He came to his senses.

Too.

This information cannot change the status quo.

The most important thing now is to go back and catch the shadow. Perhaps this shadow can provide them with one or two of them.

...

...

Calm down and plan the specific plan.

Diapolo is not affected by the mirror, and it may be that her form cannot be "mapped".

But that black shadow could pollute her.

The black shadow had entered the mirror. If she entered rashly now, it would be troublesome to be reflected from the mirror twice. He did not have so many lives to go back and forth in Gammeniti, dying.

"Take me to the door." He thought about it almost the same, and told Diapolo.

He needs to enter the "mirror room" alone.

"No." The girl unexpectedly denied the plan, "I can only go where I can see."

It was a bit unexpected, but it was quickly understood what she meant by checking.

The Son of Hell should only be able to teleport to a place where her strange vision can reach. The picture he saw in that vision just now only accounted for one-quarter of the total area of ​​the mirror room, and it was all inside. She should not be able to directly

Take him to the door of the mirror room outside the field of vision.

"fine."

He took the empty whip cage from Diapolo, started thinking again, and walked towards the "mine cave".

It is said to be a hole, but in fact, this place is surprisingly spacious and regular in addition to looking a little bare.

A wavy path extends downward, and the iron is erected on both sides of the terrible hole wall, like many huge and toxic raspberries - this awkward neatness should come from pre-set rules of operation of the mechanism

.

Yizha shook the cage back into a long whip, aimed and swung it out, and the front end of the long whip was rolled up a piece of black spots. He kept a little distance and held it in his hand, weighed it, and felt the weight and

Feeling.

It seems like I have to take some risk again.

I need some luck now. He thought.

He walked around and thought about it again. He felt like he was ready.

"Wait for me here." He said to Naruf, who was pacing, muttering something while checking his body.

"Waiting for you here." The captain didn't look back and made a gesture.

Diapolo came forward.

To check and touch her head. "Can you count? Don't stop, count at a constant speed. You need to time yourself in a while."

The girl with sheep horn was stunned for a moment, and then began to swing her fingers smoothly:

"Of course, boss! Look: 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17..."

I didn't react for a while.

"Um?"

"Isn't it right?" Diapolo looked confused.

wrong……

Suddenly, he realized what she was counting.

Prime number.

These numbers are all prime numbers.

"Who taught you to count like this?" Although there were already many things that needed to be worried about for a while, he was still interested by this matter.

"No one taught me." Diapolo tilted his head and thought, "I just think this is what it is."

"19,23,29,31,37,41,43,47,53,59..." She counted again on her own.

To check the girl.

No one taught her to count like this... it was based on her intuition...

The Son of Chaos is the child of Hell. He knows.

Hell prefers prime numbers?

Will this be related to some laws of Chaos Hell?

"Oh, maybe this will bring luck!" Naruf smiled casually from a distance.

I looked at him. The old captain had a relaxed expression on his side, as if he was really talking casually.

Lucky……

"Yes. Then count as you are used to."

He kept everything in his heart, put his thinking back on the present, and said to Diapolo: "Do what I say in a while."
Chapter completed!