This lich needs more money

When Harvey saw the ferocious group of tiefling soldiers, he felt like he was dreaming back to the first time he met Amber Shoes.

Does a prophecy mage have to trick people if he wants to advance to legend? Is this some weird promotion ceremony? Is it because I have been an apprentice for so long because I am not cruel enough?

But the reality did not give Harvey a chance to sigh. The vicious soldiers had already begun to rush over to capture Mr. Fortune and Harvey's accomplice.

Facing these ferocious soldiers, Harvey quickly threw the wine glass in his hand at their feet.

Drinks poured out and were trampled by the soldiers, while Harvey's die of fate was thrown upon them.

A possible slip turned into a certain slip.

The tiefling soldiers all fell to the ground and slid a long way. The force of the fall was so great that it shook the chandelier in the tavern, and the soldiers were unable to get up for a long time.

Harvey quickly turned his head, trying to remind Mr. Fortune to take the opportunity to escape.

However, he found that Mr. Fortune had already climbed out of the tavern from the window and was waving to him.

Harvey was now sure that this must be his teacher's fellow disciple. He was worthy of being a prophecy mage and would never put himself in danger.

Harvey didn't hesitate, and directly used the Lost Step to teleport to Mr. Fortune, and then asked: "Where are we going now?"

This was tiefling territory, and it was not okay to just hide somewhere while being hunted by the authorities, and Harvey still didn't know why Mr. Fortune was being hunted.

Mr. Fortune shook his head and said, "Don't worry, they can't see us."

Harvey wondered, they just ran out of the tavern through the window, so they were already safe?

Out of curiosity, Harvey looked inside the tavern. The soldiers who had just fallen to the ground got up one after another, and were about to find Harvey on the window sill. At this moment, a candle swayed from the chandelier in the tavern and fell on a soldier's face. The hot wax fell into his eyes, making him scream.

If it weren't for the tiefling's natural resistance to fire, this would have burned him to the point of blindness.

The soldier struggled wildly and knocked the soldier who was getting up behind him to the ground. After going back and forth, no one noticed Harvey standing in front of the window.

Is this the power of fate?

Harvey did not see Mr. Fortune roll the die of fate, nor did he feel him cast any spells, but this coincidence was clearly the power of fate.

Mr. Fortune did not explain, but walked forward slowly, and Harvey could only follow quickly.

The two of them walked to the street in a big way. The tiefling soldiers who had been badly tricked just now also chased them out of the tavern, but no matter how they searched, their eyes could not fall on the two of them. Either he was blocked by passers-by, or he just didn't see the car, or when he was about to see it, his companion suddenly shouted and then realized that he had mistakenly identified the person.

Harvey watched the dozen soldiers running past the two of them, but he didn't see the slow-moving two men.

"Excuse me, how on earth is this done?"

Harvey was very curious. Even if it was used for the Dice of Destiny, the effect wouldn't last that long, right?

For example, when Harvey threw the Dice of Destiny before to make people fall down, they would fall down only once. When they got up, the effect would disappear. It is impossible for Harvey to throw a dice and make people unable to walk for the rest of their lives.

But Mr. Fortune was obviously continuing to exert this effect, making the soldiers unable to see them at all. Not only the group of soldiers who fell in the tavern, but also several new soldiers behind them, had the same effect.

Mr. Fortune chuckled and said, "Isn't he better than your teacher?"

Harvey discovered that the relationship between Mr. Fortune and his teacher was really bad, and they always had to overpower each other.

What to do at this time? Harvey hesitated and then said: "But it was my teacher who defeated you back then, wasn't it?"

Mr. Fortune put away his smile and said, "Originally I wanted to teach you, but now it seems that you don't want to learn anymore."

Harvey said awkwardly: "I want to learn, but I can't involve my teacher."

Mr. Fortune said unexpectedly: "With that bastard's character, how could he teach a student like you? He is a character who will do anything for benefit. You don't think he is a master and disciple?"

Harvey didn't know how to explain it. Strictly speaking, he was self-taught. The few times Amberxiu really gave Harvey guidance, he usually stuffed a lot of magic books for him to read by himself.

It may be for this reason that the personality differences between the two are quite large.

"Forget it, I won't joke with you kid, I'll teach you."

Mr. Fortune grabbed Harvey's hand and waved it in front of the two of them. Dense lines suddenly appeared where there was nothing.

These lines are of different colors, connecting everything around them, and these lines are constantly disappearing and new ones are being generated.

"See, this is the thread of fate. People, people and things, and things and things are all connected by these threads. Each thread represents a possibility, just like Between you and me, we may have a fight when we meet, or we may sit down and drink together.

"But if you cut off several of the possible threads, it means cutting off this possibility. They can't see me because I cut off this thread!"

Under Mr. Fortune's guidance, Harvey saw a bright red line that not only connected himself and Mr. Fortune, but also connected the soldiers, and finally extended further. But if you look closely, you'll find that the line is broken somewhere.

"Cut off the possibility, and you will prevent this possibility from happening. Your die of destiny is to unify countless possibilities, and I am to completely disconnect one of the possibilities. Before this thread heals, they are You can’t see us anyway.”

Harvey was very surprised. Is the power of destiny still used in this way?

Mr. Fortune was very satisfied with Harvey's expression and said proudly: "On the road to destiny, I have gone further than your teacher. He won back then, but that was because the bastard used despicable means."

Harvey did not refute. Based on his understanding of Amberxiu, he could really do anything. Using other means to win was in line with his habit.

Really not wanting to hear bad words from the teacher, Harvey quickly changed the subject and asked, "How long will it take for the thread of fate to heal?"

"It depends on the situation. The section I cut can last about five days."

Harvey couldn't help but ask: "Is it possible that the thread of fate will be cut forever?"

"Yes, but the cost would be too high. By the way, I'll show you something good. Come with me."

Mr. Fortune quickened his pace and led Harvey to a low building in the city.

Harvey followed the door and found that it was a very clean cabin. Not only was the place spotless, but all the things were also placed neatly, without the slightest trace of a fugitive's embarrassment.

What attracted Harvey the most was the large bookshelves in the room. Harvey took a few glances and found that the types of books were very diverse, with almost every kind of book included. Mr. Fortune is very similar to the teacher in this respect. The most abundant thing in the castle was not magic materials, but large bookshelves with several floors.

Sensing Harvey's gaze, Mr. Fortune said: "Read more books. Everything in the world is destiny. The more you know, the deeper you understand destiny."

Harvey said sincerely: "Thank you very much. I will definitely study hard."

"Okay, come with me."

Mr. Doom took Harvey to a small room, rummaged through an iron box, and pulled out an inconspicuous stone slab.

Mr. Fortune handed the slate to Harvey and said to him, "Take it, this is my teacher and your teacher's."

Harvey looked carefully, but found that the stone slab looked nothing special. It is a thin piece, no bigger than a palm, and there are no words or carvings on it. There are only traces left by the years, and maybe marks left by the dried moss.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like an ordinary stone that can be seen everywhere.

Harvey said helplessly: "Sorry, I can't see anything."

Mr. Doom didn't blame him, and just told Harvey: "Take it back to your teacher. I have kept this thing for so many years, and it is time to return it to him."

"I will definitely send it back."

Harvey put the slate into his magic pocket and finally couldn't help but bring up the topic: "Sir, about the letter written by my teacher..."

Mr. Fortune said a little disgustedly: "Okay, I know."

As the old man spoke, he walked to a recliner and lay down on it, and took out the letter written by Amber Xiu.

The more he looked at it, the deeper his frown deepened. Finally, he squeezed the letter hard, and a ball of flame burst out from his palm, burning the parchment to ashes.

Harvey was startled, but he didn't dare to speak, and he didn't know what Amberxiu wrote in the letter, for fear that the old man would vent his anger on himself.

After a while, Mr. Fortune said: "Go back and tell that bastard to come here and find me in two months and three days. I will prepare what he wants."

Harvey breathed a sigh of relief. The teacher was not always so cheating.

Unexpectedly, within a day of arriving at the Kingdom of Unclean Ode, the matter was already done. Harvey asked curiously: "Sir, have you been waiting for me in the pub for a long time?"

Mr. Doom nodded and said: "We predict that mages will always be sensitive to major events related to themselves. I already knew it before you set off. The domestic situation is unstable now. If you want to find me, it will be difficult. It’s better that I wait for you here.”

"I would like to ask, sir, why are you wanted?"

What Harvey was most curious about was this. How could a legendary mage, or a very rare prophecy mage, stand on the opposite side of the kingdom?

"It doesn't matter if I tell you this. Those unclean ones have recently been collecting materials to build a new Hell Gate. Do you know what materials are needed to build a Hell Gate?"

Harvey shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don't know much about this."

Mr. Fortune sighed and said, "It will require a large sacrifice of flesh and blood."

Harvey was startled, these words smelled strongly of blood.

Mr. Doom said in a deep voice: "Before, the kingdom used the flesh and blood of livestock to build the Gate of Hell. Recently, they started to use humans."