The north is cold in January, but at this moment, there is a light pink moonlight blooming in a courtyard in Yanjing.

Under the tree of the moon shines, is a clear pond, where a few koi are swimming shallowly, chasing and playing. Around the clear pond is a large area of ​​green grass, a winding stream, and a small wooden arch bridge.

The courtyard is not big, but warm. This is thanks to a layer of transparent partitions that cover the courtyard. They do not enclose the entire courtyard, but miraculously maintain the constant temperature here.

A man stood on the wooden bridge. His clothes looked like a simplified version of "ritual outfit". His long moon-white clothes were well-decent, making him look out for the whole person. If he was paired with a folding fan, he would be a romantic talent who was watching fish by the water.

And the man was indeed watching the fish—at least it seemed.

He put his hands on the railing of the wooden bridge, his eyebrows slightly frowned, and his eyes were a little confused. Whenever the koi approached the water, his hands would tighten slightly, as if even the sound of the bubbles ruptured him irritated.

He maintained this position and stood on the bridge for more than ten minutes.

Until a moon-shaped petal falls off the branches and floats into the water, creating a ripple. The petal gathers with the two pieces in the previous pond, and looks like a pink clover.

The man breathed a sigh of relief at this time and turned around and walked down the wooden bridge.

On the other end of the courtyard is a terrace. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the terrace are pulled to both sides, and the interior is connected to the courtyard. A young man was standing there with a phone in his hand. Seeing the man in white walking over, he took two steps forward and asked in a low voice: "Have you thought about it?"

The man in white nodded. So the man picked up the phone and approached his ear and whispered: "The Prophet believes that it is indeed necessary to observe it once."

After saying this, he put down the phone and whispered: "Are you going back to the house or right here?"

"It's here." The man in white walked to a soft chair on the side and sat down, took off his shoes, and placed his barefoot on the green grass. The blades of grass seemed to make his feet itchy, so he let out a sigh and leaned against the back of the chair and raised his head.

"Get started." He whispered.

The man behind him rolled up his sleeves and put his slender fingers on his forehead. He bounced it a few times, and stopped again.

"What's wrong, Rixi." The man in white closed his eyes and turned his head.

The young man called Rixi sighed and his fingers moved again: "This is the third time this year. I'm afraid your body can't stand it."

The white-clothed "prophet" smiled: "What is the meaning of life? Always do something useful. What's more... I can really see it at that time."

So Rixi looked at his clean face, tightened his hands slightly. His hands completely wrapped the prophet's temple with both hands, and then began to turn slightly, as if he was doing a head massage for him. However, every time he moved, he would frown slightly, as if he had a heavy burden on his hands.

After about a minute, something shiny suddenly appeared in his fingers. The dew that seemed to reflect the moonlight was even more crystal clear. It was as if the moonlight had turned into a grainy substance, which kept popping out of his fingers, and then turned into a flowing liquid, and gently penetrated into the prophet's mind with his movements.

The prophet moaned comfortably. Then his limbs trembled slightly, as if he was in a state of extreme pleasure. He raised his hand, swayed aimlessly in the air, and then asked softly: "...have you seen that Li really look?"

Rixi did not stop his movements. He frowned and replied briefly: "I have read it in the information."

"What does it look like?" asked the prophet again. Then he laughed, "Would it be a strong man--the man who can kill the king of the earth..."

"It's a young man." Rixi stopped, letting his palm press against the prophet's temple, and his fingers flexed, and the light between his fingers became even more intense, turning into a milky white fluorescent light. "I'm pretty and beautiful, and I don't give in to you."

"Ha..." the prophet smiled, "It's rare to hear you evaluate a person's appearance like this."

Rixi's ten fingers also stopped. He let his palms press on the prophet's head and let out a long breath. The halo on his hand gradually dissipated, turning into thousands of rays of light, and drilled into his mind from the prophet's hair.

He stepped back with relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's done."

Then I added: "But what exactly did you see last time? I was just a *th-level reckless man."

The prophet stood up and shook his head with a smile: "You always don't believe in fate. So I am a prophet...you are not."

He walked slowly towards the wooden bridge on the lawn barefoot, while spreading his hands as if he was about to embrace the world: "And I can change my destiny."

Finally, he stepped onto the wooden bridge and stopped in the previous position. His eyes were clear and sharp, and his cheeks were rosy and full, as if he had just taken a nap and was extremely energetic.

Then he raised his head and glanced at Yuezhaoshu. Then the movement was frozen there.

This does not just mean that he "don't move". It's just that... it seems that he has "stopped" and stripped away in this world.

But the grass leaves still sway gently with the breeze, and the koi are still swimming shallowly in the water. The three-petal moon shines on the flowers are still slightly rippling, and are pushed by the bubbles spit out of the koi and slowly swim.

The white-clothed prophet stared at the moon-shine tree, and his pupils shrank into a very small dot in his gray eyes.

Rixi stood with awe, looking at the figure on the wooden bridge with awe, and gently squeezing his fingers. Although he could not fully experience the other person's feelings, he knew that at this moment, in a sense, he saw the trajectory of fate.

This is... "observation".

Two seconds later, the prophet's body shook slightly - as if he had woken up from a dream. Then he withdrew his hand on the bridge railing, turned around in a daze, and looked at the pool under the bridge.

The three-petal moonlight in the pond water has turned into four petals, gathering tightly together, and it seems to have turned into a four-leaf clover.

So he frowned gently and murmured: "Lucky Four-Leaf Crocodile..."

The "observation" has been completed.

Rixi walked to the bridge and asked in a low voice: "How is it?"

The prophet turned his head and looked at him with a smile: "You know the rules. You can't tell you such things."

"I...is asking you."

"Um...I." The prophet walked down the bridge barefoot, took the phone from Rixi's hand, and patted him on his shoulder, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

Then he walked far away to the other corner of the courtyard, sat down on a stone bench, and dialed a number.

"It's me. It's done." He shook his head, "The result is not very good. That Christina seems to be... getting stronger and stronger. Her last observation disturbed me, so there was a little deviation."

"No... I didn't see Adam." He raised his head, and the red sunset outside the courtyard reflected in his gray eyes. "What I saw... is blood. The blood of thousands of people. The blood flowing in the earth..."

"But you must stop the door of truth from getting Adam. It is the key point."

The person on the other end of the phone said something again. So the prophet suddenly laughed: "Qing? This world is already in chaos, how can it be clear? I will leave it to you to do the next thing."

Before putting down the phone, he seemed to remember something and added again: "It is said that you are checking my identity recently. Please give me a piece of advice: Don't cause any trouble."

Then he hung up the phone, sat quietly for a while, took a deep breath of the slightly sweet air, and sighed: "It's better."

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There are prophets in the Gate of Truth, and of course there are prophets in the Empire. The difference is that Christina Heinrich, the prophet of the Gate of Truth, was a person who was worshipped as a god by that organization. And the prophet of the Empire... no one knows who he is.

For a full thirteen years, the Secret Service had been trying to find him. However, the other party's "invisible" skills were beyond expectations. Even secret organizations like the Secret Service could not find any clues. This sounds incredible, but it is indeed the truth. So for a long time, people attributed this to the prophet's unique ability - because they could always predict something in advance.

In the 200 years after the emergence of the capable, the empire had three prophets. But perhaps because there was a certain iron rule in the dark, only one prophet appeared in every period of time. After the previous prophet died, the second prophet would come late and continue to bear the responsibilities on his shoulders.

In fact, the first two have always been under the control of the Secret Service and have made great contributions to the empire.

They may not be able to fight on the battlefield like other abilities, but they have even more incredible power - observation.

They can foresee the future, and they can vaguely see the direction of something in the future, so that people can have plenty of time to prepare and deal with it.

For those who know the secret of the prophet, this name also means "lucky". Because the prophets always foresee some relatively satisfactory result, making the whole thing smoother.

However, this mysterious third person seemed to have a natural resistance to the fate of the first two. He has always refused to reveal his true identity to the secret service office, even if the other party offered extremely favorable conditions. However, he seemed to be paying close attention to the future and destiny of his kind, and therefore would use an incredible call line to maintain a not-close connection with the secret service office.

The reason why it is said to be "incredible" is because the Secret Service cannot find his hiding place based on his call signal.

Thirteen years is long enough to make an institution like the Secret Service from being cautious to suspicious, from suspicion to being suspicious, and from being suspicious to being suspicious, and from being suspicious to being suspicious to being suspicious, and then from being suspicious to being suspicious to being so far, and trusting to being limited. (To be continued. Please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!)
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