False prophecies kill people [Western Fantasy]

[Can the prophecy be changed?Or is the act of trying to change the prophecy itself a condition for the fulfillment of the prophecy? 】

The sound of pages turning could be heard in the empty laboratory. The young king looked calm and looked at the notes left by the wizard word by word.

【The fate of King Oedipus is a lesson from the past. I should not repeat the same mistakes, but what if my inaction is the condition for the prophecy to come true?I should be in charge of my own destiny. 】

What followed was the wizard's long and long study notebooks. Sexitus skipped the abbreviations he couldn't understand, and when absorbing strange and mysterious witchcraft knowledge, he also paid great attention to the various fragmentary words and sentences mixed in the corners.

【...Obviously, he is a cowardly prince who doesn't have the courage and strength to resist me. Maybe the prophecy is wrong? 】

This laboratory that originally belonged to the wizard is now very empty. The wizard left in a hurry, and all the mysterious power disappeared, and the four torches in the corner no longer emitted light.

The stone house is pitch black, only the candlesticks on the table emit light.

Sexitus did not take the notes that the wizard had missed out of the stone house, but ordered the attendant to bring the candlestick, lit it and sat at the table to read it.

The methods of wizards are mysterious, and Sexitus thought that if he rashly took this notebook out of this room, the notebook would probably self-destruct—after all, this is a wizard’s notebook, no one can tell, right?

Sexitus turned another page, and the corners of his originally straight lips slowly curved.

【This is impossible!He actually...]

"Nothing is impossible." The young king murmured with a low smile, but there was no smile in his eyes.

He already knew what the prophecy contained.

Combined with what happened last night, it's not hard to guess, is it?

The curvature of the king's lips became larger and larger.

What a poor wizard, who wanted to change fate, but was fooled by fate in the end.

He could have gotten away with it, couldn't he?

"I will be his husband, because fate is connected, so I can't die..."

After reading the last page, Sexitus closed the note in his hand.

As long as he closes his eyes, the scene of last night will appear again in his mind.

The wizard gasped under his grip, trying to use every interval to spell him out.

However, it was futile after all. Time and time again, the spell he was chanting was cut off midway by him. After losing the power of magic, the wizard's fragile body could not make even a little resistance.

However, the speed at which the wizard recited the incantation became faster and faster. He finished the incantation completely several times, and the deep and shallow witch power hit Sexitus' body without causing any damage.

From the wizard's actions, Sexitus also guessed that his current state of immunity to witchcraft might not last long, and maybe after a while, he would be subject to the wizard again because of witchcraft.

He knew this, but he had to allow enough time for the wizard to breathe.

He couldn't let the wizard die.

What's more, Sexitus is also somewhat obsessed with this game.

The proud, aloof wizard was stripped of all his strength, his beautiful face lacked the arrogant arrogance, he was frightened, helpless, and vulnerable, like a rose that was beaten by rain in a torrential rain.

Knowing that the thorns on his body could not resist the threat of rain, he still tried his best to resist in vain.

The feeling of being in complete control of the wizard was so fascinating that Sexitus couldn't bear to give it up.

So he quickly decided not to use other means and continue the game until the wizard left or the prophecy took effect.

Sexitus was waiting, he was waiting for the prophecy to happen.

In fact, this is a very risky gamble. If the prophecy does not happen, his immunity to witchcraft will disappear soon, and the wizard who regains the upper hand may take cruel revenge on him.

After all, you just can't hurt him, but it's okay to make him suffer.

At this point, Sexitus believed that the wizard had countless ways.

This choice is too risky.

He should ask for the specific content of the prophecy, and then deal with the wizard according to the content. If he wants to do this, there is enough time. Under the questioning of the iron and whip, the wizard will definitely speak.

Sexitus was not worried about pain, even if the whip on the wizard would bring him the same pain, he would not be afraid.

But such a beautiful wizard, wouldn't it be a waste of money to treat him like that?

After making a decision, Sexitus cherished the feeling of controlling the wizard's life and death, until suddenly, a cloud of witch power entered his body, and he weakened instantly.

Sure enough, his immunity to witchcraft is limited in time.

He lost control of his body, but he was prepared for it, so he didn't panic, but just quietly observed the wizard's movements.

The wizard was very angry. He leaned against the table and gasped weakly for a while, then quickly began to chant various spells.

The wizard vented his anger angrily, and the various magical powers that hit Sexitus brought him all kinds of pain, but in the end, perhaps those strange magical powers mixed together, Sexitus Si felt thirsty, and a strong desire arose, and his eyes that calmly analyzed the wizard's situation gradually became hotter.

All the various analyzes that had occupied his mind disappeared, leaving only one strong thought:

He is so beautiful.

Perhaps because anger overwhelmed reason, the wizard did not cast a binding spell on him this time.

So everything was logical, and it only took a small chance for him to suppress the wizard again.

The pain couldn't stop his movements, he was still agile, but jumped from the ground in an instant.

Covering the wizard's lips that were still chanting the spell, he controlled his hand that wanted to draw the spell, pulled off the belt as a rope, and tied the wizard's hands.

He forcibly tore off the long silk belt that was used as decoration on the king's crown, and pressed it firmly on the wizard's tongue, preventing him from reciting annoying spells. put it on.

In fact, it is very simple to control a wizard, isn't it?

It's not difficult as long as you have enough patience and enough endurance.

The wizard looked at him in disbelief, trying to say something but could only make a meaningless monotone, he was like a delicacy on the table, waiting for Sexitus to eat now.

The white skin contrasted sharply with the red cloak beneath him, and the young king's desire was even stronger.

The wizard started to cry, trying to struggle and escape, but it was all in vain. He could only move around the area covered by the red cloak, and his suppressed lips made a low sobbing sound. red marks.

Sexitus kissed the wizard's eyes and tasted his tears.

Then the wizard struggled harder.

In the dark night, the white body struggling on the dark red, coupled with the intermittent sobbing, made Sexitus excited, and also had a kind of vengeful pleasure.

So that's what you're afraid of.

After understanding, he leaned into the wizard's ear and whispered softly: "So that's what you're afraid of, isn't it?"

The hoarse and magnetic voice was full of smiles, but also contained strong malice: "Then let me make you a little more afraid, okay?"

However, the wizard was a wizard after all, and he managed to escape.

He watched the wizard tremblingly put on the black wizard robe that was almost torn by him, endured the humiliation and cleaned up the things on the ground, pretending nothing happened.

Sexitus could feel that the wizard's killing intent towards him filled the whole room like thick smoke, but in the end, he didn't even dare to move, the witch power in his palm flickered and finally disappeared, Then turned around and walked away slowly.

Sexitus laughed softly.

This is really an absurd and bizarre dream.

"...Since I am the husband, he is the wife." Sexitus stood up and walked out of the dark hut, with the golden sun shining on him, he whispered to himself, "So I have a queen. "

The attendant who was eager to please the new king heard the vague word "queen", and quickly said, "Your Majesty, are you looking for a queen?"

Then, he heard the king's rather pleasant reply: "There is no need to look for it."

The young king smiled and said, "Fate has arranged for me a queen...I am very satisfied."

Sexitus did not question the veracity of the prophecy.

In addition to the wizard's stubbornness, what he experienced personally, the relief of headaches when in contact with the wizard can also prove the truth of the prophecy.

However, now his head is starting to hurt violently again, so he needs to get out of bed as soon as possible.

—and bring back his queen.

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After writing a hot script for Sexitus, Xie Yi left without looking back.

Fortunately, his guess was not wrong. After the soul potion lost its effect, the protagonist's witchcraft immunity also disappeared, otherwise he really didn't know what to do.

After a sleeping spell knocked the protagonist down, Xie Yi began to write the script in a rage full of anger.

Illusion 5.0 cannot directly imbue people with image-like memories, Xie Yi can only give a general direction, and then let the person who has been cast the spell compose a memory based on this general direction.

Since it is generated by itself, there is basically no sense of disobedience, and the probability of noticing something is very low.

After confirming the success, Xie Yi didn't stay any longer, and left with Jacob and Jon overnight.

He didn't want to stay in this place for even a second!

Jacob obeyed Xie Yi's orders, and little Qiao En was also very obedient, and did not raise any objection to Xie Yi's decision.

They drove on the road, Jacob and Jon taking turns as grooms.

The journey went smoothly without any accidents.

Xie Yi's wizard tower is located in the middle of a huge forest. One evening before entering the forest, they stopped in a village for a temporary rest.

When the wizard in black robe appeared in the only tavern in the village, the noisy hall immediately fell silent.

This is a small remote village, and none of the villagers has ever seen a wizard.

But they've all heard tales of wizards.

They stared wide-eyed at this group of people, two wizards in black robes, and a child who might be a servant following them.

...the heart is about to stop beating.

He didn't dare to speak, and he didn't dare to drink, for fear of making any noise and making the wizard notice him.

"Adults……"

The tavern owner bit the bullet and opened his mouth, looking at Xie Yi who was standing in front of the counter tremblingly, "You...what do you want?"

"Dinner, and a place to rest." Xie Yi said succinctly: "We will stay here for one night."

"Ok... ok..."

The tavern owner ran to order his wife to cook a sumptuous dinner with the leftover rabbit meat at home, and then hurriedly took Xie Yi and the three of them to the house behind the counter, intending to give them his room.

"how much is it?"

Xie Yi asked the tavern owner who was leading the way.

Hearing the wizard's cold voice, the tavern owner was so frightened that he almost tripped over the threshold, and waved his hands again and again: "Don't...don't...how dare I accept money from adults?"

They were about to cross the counter when the bistro people were knocked away with a bang.

A man covered in blood rushed in and shouted in despair: "Old Jack...Old Jack was also bitten to death by monsters!"

In the quiet small hall, his voice hit the wooden wall and echoed in the room for a long time.

Xie Yi immediately stopped and looked back at that person.

The person who was yelling in despair also saw the wizard in the hall, and the rest of his words were stuck in his throat. After two "ho ho", the tavern returned to silence.

"What happened?"

The villagers who didn't dare to vent their breath heard the scary wizard ask, "What monster?"

The tavern owner hated the yelling Jim to death, and bravely answered the wizard: "My lord...it's a monster...we don't know what it is...the monster has killed many people!"

He was terrified of dying, lest the sorcerer be dissatisfied with his answer and cast a curse on him.

"is it?"

After a while, he heard the wizard say coldly: "I am here, but there are monsters who dare to appear."

"You guys." The wizard faced the quiet villagers in the tavern, "Tell me more about that monster. I will never let this monster offend my majesty."

Villagers:! ! !

is this real? !