[Quick Pass] The target of the strategy is the fine points

"It shouldn't be such a coincidence, right?" Tazel visibly wilted, his sweetheart looked so young, how could it be the same as what Sata said!

But wizards all have the ability to prophesy, what if it is true?

It is definitely impossible to be a third party who inserts others, but I really, really like it.

Tazel's head seemed to be topped by a dark rain cloud, which poured down his heart.

"That man is currently a bachelor, and his identity should be a fisherman, but a large part of it may be that he doesn't like men."

Sata watched him stepping heavily on the spot, his eyes were bewildered like an autistic goose, it seemed that he wanted to spread his wings and bury his head in the soil, and decided not to tease him mercifully.

"Really?" Tazel's eyes lit up, and he said confidently, "Whether he likes the same sex or not, as long as he has no lover by his side, that is the greatest reward from God to me."

Sata's face was faintly pale, and he could "see" what the man looked like through Tazel's eyes, so he could use his power to predict his identity, but he himself would experience a period of weakness after that.

Peeping at other people's past lives is disrespectful to God, and wizards often suffer double backlash. After all, he is not the merciful priest in the church, and wizards belong to the evil side.

"Oh Sata, I'm very sorry. I forgot that you predicted the tsunami just now. I was too anxious." Seeing the chagrin on the pale wizard's face, Tazel quickly stretched out his hands to help him onto the bed .

Sata avoided his hand and leaned on the chair, his cold voice was slightly hoarse: "It's okay, it will be fine in a few days."

In his mouth, backlash is like a trivial illness, and it will return to normal after a few days.

One sentence negates the blood gushing from his mouth and the internal organs that seem to have been hit hard. Apart from being pale, his face is still cold and indifferent, making it impossible to see any mistakes.

Tazel was even fooled by him, after all, Sata had always been like this in his eyes, and he was so calm that he couldn't make a mistake.

The cheap candlelight on the table in the room is still shaking slightly, but the bookshelves are full of glowing night pearls, reflecting some old and worn-out books.

Tazel scratched his head and showed his big white teeth, "Then you have a good rest, I'm leaving first!"

He closed the door of the attic, and walked down holding the candlestick in a good mood.

Originally, the place the king had prepared for Sata was a hundred or even a thousand times better than this, and even suffered a lot of jealous eyes.

But no one expected that he would choose the darkest attic in the end. The untouched high ground added a touch of mystery and inviolability to Sata.

The black wooden door is full of gloomyness, and even the aisle leading to the attic is bleak. Except for the wizard who took the initiative to go down from the attic and the guards who notified him, Tazel is probably the only one who dares to run up.

"Taros? What are you doing here?" Tazel asked suspiciously when he met his younger brother who was looking out the window when he went downstairs.

The melancholy young man was staring out of the window, wondering what he was thinking, holding a pen on his chin with his slender fingers, and holding a blue notebook in the other.

The tuxedo of the same color made his skin fairer. The bow at the neckline was inlaid with tiny blue diamonds. His golden hair was tied in a low ponytail with light blue satin, revealing his slender neck.

Talos turned his head and blinked with his same pair of light-colored eyes, and said with a clear voice: "I am looking at the sky today, it is gray after being covered with blue, and it is slowly changing due to the tsunami. It’s about what colors you want to mix to get the most out of it.”

Tazel: "?"

The gray sky was filled with dark clouds, with a few silvery-white lightning bolts mixed in from time to time, and the storm-like raindrops gradually expanded. Tazel hurried over to close the window, but his face was covered in rainwater.

The clothes in front of Talos were already soaked, and he looked at his brother in puzzlement: "Why did you close the window? This way I can't figure out how to adjust the color."

"It's raining, my little painter. If you stand here, you will not only catch a cold and be unable to paint tomorrow, but also increase the workload of the maid." Tazel rubbed his blond hair, took off his coat and handed it to himself. Chest brother draped.

Talos has been very talented in painting since he was a child. Even if he was taught by the most outstanding painter in the kingdom, he has to admit that Talos is born a genius in this field.

"Really?" Talos tilted his head: "But such weather is very rare, and this is the first time I have seen such a complex color."

Because of his young age, he has never been out of the castle, and the most abundant colors he has seen are only the flowers in the vase that are constantly being replaced.

Tazel picked him up, whispered to his ear and said, "When this disaster is over, I'll take the little painter to see the colors outside, but don't let father know."

Talos let him carry himself back to the room, and when he heard this, his blue eyes sprinkled a layer of glitter: "Really? This is really great!"

"Hush..." Tazel pressed his fingertips against his mouth, and blinked his left eye: "This is a secret between us, do you know Talos?"

"Yeah." Talos nodded obediently, letting Tazel take off his wet clothes, flicking his feet excitedly, his round eyes smiling like crescent moons.

Tazel is almost cut off, no one can refuse a blond little angel, and his sweetheart should like it too!

At this time, Talos had no idea that his dear brother used him as a tool man, and he was still dreaming of a big dream of getting a beautiful woman back.

The endless sea flooded into the deserted town, drowning everything across the coastline with a force of destruction, and the houses that were vigorously destroyed were swept into the ocean.

The dreary weather seemed to cheer it on, and strong storms and winds washed countless seaside towns, enjoying their spoils.

After the complete pause, the townspeople tentatively opened the doors, cleaned up the mess after being baptized, and repaired the leaking houses after a disaster.

"Your Majesty, because of this disaster, the people under your rule suffered heavy losses. Not only the crops and houses were flooded, but even the livestock ran away because of the fright."

The butler pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, looked at the list in his hand and spoke narrated.

"If the house is damaged, send someone to repair it. If the crops are flooded, you can come to the castle to collect dry food and seeds. As for the livestock... then let the guards look for it."

The king sat at the table and rubbed his forehead, but also heaved a sigh of relief.

If it wasn't for the wizard's prophecy in advance, then the matter would have been far worse than it is now. At least none of his people were injured, but many people in neighboring countries were swept away by the waves.

"Alright, Your Majesty, this is the work you have to deal with today." The butler ticked off today's work list, and then stacked a foot-thick sheet of paper on the table.

The king, whose hair was half gray when he reached middle age, almost couldn't get up, hugging his head in pain: "My God, I haven't seen so many jobs for a long time."

The butler couldn't help, after all, there had been no natural disasters before, because the wizard's guidance from time to time made the management more orderly, and the only few jobs were to go to Duner City in a carriage to inspect, or to meet diplomats from neighboring countries.

The king also thought of this, and immediately rewarded a lot of jewels with a big wave of his hand. The most indispensable thing in the castle is gold, silver and jewels. By the way, he found a lot of books from the locked door of the library and gave them out together. .