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"Huh? Isn't it called Su Luo? I remember..."

"Huh? Don't you understand this very well?"

"Uh... this cake is delicious, would the prophet want some?"

"The way you change the subject is really casual enough."

Luo Shu shook his head helplessly:

"If you have nothing else to do, then I'll talk to Ansel and the others."

"Wait, don't be so anxious, anyway, the banquet tonight is still long."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Presumably the prophet should have seen them?"

"Who?"

"They are similar to gods."

"I've seen you a few times, what's the matter?"

"Then, the Prophet has also been to many places in the Terra continent?"

Mostima picked up a small piece of cake dotted with red fruits, his eyes glowed:

"Sure enough, the Prophet is completely different from those boring people."

"So? You ask this, could it be that you encountered it when you were traveling?"

"Huh? How did the Prophet know that I like to travel?"

"Because you have the breath of a traveler."

"Traveler's breath? What's that?" Mostima's mouth was full of cake, and his tone was vague.

"How should I put it, it's something that only people who also like to travel can feel."

"Oh, the 'Qi' that people from the Yan Kingdom call."

"It's not 'qi' but 'breath'." Luo Shu sighed:

"But you actually know the concept of 'Qi'."

"Well, anyway, I have traveled to Yan Country for a while. I have to say that it is indeed the oldest and mysterious country in the Terra continent. There are beautiful scenery everywhere, and the people of Yan Country are really good at eating."

"Knowing how to eat is for sure. After all, Yan Kingdom's food culture is unique in the international community. In terms of the variety of cuisines alone, it can be said to occupy half of the total of the Terra continent."

"Is the Prophet really from Yan Kingdom?"

"Well, that's why I said I'm not the prophet you Rutland said."

"That's not right." Mostima put down the empty plate, took a sip of the juice, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction:

"That land doesn't welcome me anymore."

"Just because you're Mostima?"

"The prophet really knows a lot."

"However, what is your reason for giving up the gun?"

"Is there a reason to give up guns?" Mostima shook the glass slightly, looked at the orange liquid inside, finished it with a smile, and said:

"Because I found that it is more interesting to use the staff to perform Originium skills."

"It's that simple?"

"Well, that's not always the case. The Prophet also knows that sometimes, giving up is necessary."

Luo Shu heard the words and was silent for a while:

"You also got a forbidden gift?"

"Also?" Mostima keenly caught the strange wording in Luo Shu's words:

"Could it be that the prophet..."

Luo Shu slightly released the power in his body.

Mostima felt a chill rushing over her nerve endings quickly, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes:

"Taboo?"

Luo Shu shrugged and said nothing.

Because, he knew that Mostima understood what this power meant.

Author's message:

Ps. This chapter is [New Year's Day Update], it seems that there is no way to change it five times, well, if you owe it, it will be filled later...

Chapter 120 Six: The Same Kind

Mostima felt that the coldness of the nerve endings was very strange.

That is by no means comparable to Originium skills.