Miss Elf Dragon

Chapter 192 Precognition

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Perotina was a little shocked by Gargamel's words. She always thought that she was just an ordinary elf dragon and didn't find anything special.

"If this is the case, will you abandon your original plan?"

Gargamel asked seriously, and Perotina answered solemnly.

"Of course, even if there is really danger, I will do what I want to do so that I won't regret it."

"Okay, take me with you. If everything goes well, I won't show up. After all, I am a necromancer who is considered a heretic by the Vatican and will be judged on sight. But if you are in trouble, I will definitely help you, so will Dabai. Yes. It misses you so much these days we are apart."

Speaking of Bone Dragon Baymax, Gargamel's face couldn't help but smile, and the atmosphere of the conversation relaxed.

"But shouldn't you advise me to leave earlier and stop doing this? Isn't this more common sense?"

Perotina, who was already ready to persuade the other party, felt like she had punched cotton, feeling uncomfortable all over, and the joy of being supported was diluted.

Gargamel put on his cloak again and rolled his eyes at Perotina.

"Am I an ordinary person? I am the great necromancer Gargamel. I have an accurate eye for people, and I have never made a mistake. The rise of every big shot represents an opportunity. You might be able to catch someone by your side. A great opportunity. Although there may be many dangers, the destined outcome is to turn danger into good fortune."

"How do you know my fate? Even the gods in the upper world cannot know such mysterious things."

Perotina felt that Gargamel, who had always been reliable, was being a fool this time, and his "I think" was even more untrustworthy than her vague feeling.

"Hey, elf, you look down on me so much." Gargamel crossed his arms and pouted slightly dissatisfied, "I can tell so much, naturally because I am also special. And there is one thing you said wrong, and It’s not that there are no gods who can’t see the trajectory of destiny. The God of Creation is fine, but it’s a pity that he is no longer here.”

Perotina's heart throbbed a little as she heard the God of Creation, and she noticed Gargamel's grammar and diction.

"You said that the God of Creation is no longer here, but didn't he just fall? That's what you told me last time, when you were talking about the Demon God."

With her eyes fixed on Gargamel, Perotina was looking forward to his answer and wanted to know more about the God of Creation.

Gargamel paused for a moment, looked away uncomfortably, pursed his lips, and stopped continuing the topic.

"I don't have much contact with Andre, and I won't meet you through him anymore. But there is no time. Tomorrow is the military exercise. You don't have to look for me then. When you need me, I will will appear."

After saying that, Gargamel turned around and waved his hand, and the energy shield covering the two of them disappeared, and he also disappeared. Andrei and Caesar appeared in Perotina's sight again, as if they had just met Gargamel. The meeting was like a dream.

"Xiaolong, aren't you surprised?"

Caesar came close to Perotina, just up to her waist. Rubbing his head against her arm, Caesar asked her to smooth it.

"Not only was it a surprise, but it was also a shock."

Thinking of Gargamel's guess and the strange way he talked about the God of Creation, Perotina felt that she had a few more things on her mind.

Putting her hands on Caesar's hair and combing it over and over again, Perotina felt her heart slowly calm down.

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nbsp;"Hope everything goes well."

The military exercise was about to begin, but Silthwaite encountered trouble, and he became increasingly irritable.

As a god belonging to the God of Light, Silthwaite has already completed various experiences in the lower world and has transcended. From the moment he became a god, he also has more powerful abilities, one of which is predicting the future.

But this time, the pointer on the astrolabe spun around without stopping in a clear direction, which meant that his prediction failed. In the several years since I came to the lower realm to advance plans for the God of Light, this is the first time such a situation has occurred.

"Is it because I have been in the lower world for a long time, and more and more causes and effects are involved, so I can no longer escape and examine these things that happened with an absolutely impartial role?"

With a sigh, Silthwaite put down the six-pointed astrolabe and took two deep breaths, trying to suppress the uneasiness in his heart.

He didn't originally struggle with this matter, but the sudden idea of ​​divination and prediction came into his head, and the result was still so unclear.

"Sir, the Pope will be arriving soon. Let's go there too. It's not good to be late."

The subordinate reminded Silthwaite in a low voice, breaking him out of his own emotions. But his brows were still furrowed, and the air pressure around him was lower than usual.

"grown ups"

The subordinate was afraid that he would make Silthwaite angry, so his voice was so quiet that he couldn't hear it.

"Let's go."

Sweeping his long sleeves and putting away all the divination tools, Silthwaite put on the golden rose badge that symbolized his identity and stepped forward.

At this time, the performance of the Knight Camp should have begun.

He is not worried about this. Son of God Nero and Paladin Commander Adolf are very responsible for the training of the knight camp and spend a lot of time and energy, which are also reflected in the performance of the knights. Yesterday's rehearsal was very impressive. He was satisfied.

Silthwaite was worried about the performance and baptism of the Goddess and Son of God later on. To be precise, it was the event in which Perotina participated.

He always felt that she would not surrender to the God of Light just like that, and the answer she wanted to give him might not be what he expected.

Perotina, please don't disappoint me.

Perotina, who was worried about Silthvitt, immediately sneezed three times in succession, making her burst into tears.

"Perotina, are you okay? Did you catch a cold?"

Nero took off his cloak and put it on Perotina naturally.

They were now standing in the central square of the Holy See watching the queue change display brought by the knight camp. The wind was a bit cold today, and there was no one else crowding around the two of them to block the wind, so Nero was worried that Perotina would catch a cold.

Rubbing her nose, Perotina felt that she was in good health and not sick.

"I'm sneezing. I'm thinking about it, scolding me, and talking about it. Maybe someone is talking about me."

With that said, Perotina wanted to take off her cloak. The cloak with Nero's body temperature was draped around her body, giving the illusion that she was being embraced by Nero, which made her a little uncomfortable.

Nero held Perotina's shoulders to stop her, and talked about other topics to divert her attention.

"Perotina, do you know why there are two Holy Knight Commanders in the Holy See, but the other one is never mentioned?"