Chapter 859: Chapter 339 Greed and the Wand
In the tranquil mountain forest, by the placid waters of the pond.
Clutching the black shears, he plunged them into the body of the old crone, who stood like a frozen sculpture; the young prince seed to be venting his fear and anger.
However, when the peak of his emotions had passed and he looked at the dark gold blood seeping from the ancient deity’s body, Paris’s reason gradually returned to him.
The golden blood, that was the color of Divine Blood, borne of the Divine King’s lineage, confirming this result.
Offspring of a Deity or a Deity itself.
The reason it couldn’t be confird was the grey matter mixed into the blood.
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The prince didn’t know what kind of backlash fate held, but his instincts told him this was nothing good.
“Mr. Paris, it seems that what you saw in the pond was not very pleasant.”
“But you needn’t worry, whatever you saw was just one possible direction for the future.”
“Just as you now walk a completely different path. War and Death no longer accompany you.”
Seeing the prince’s bewildernt, Laine offered a consoling smile.
No matter what, Paris had done him a favor today, and he shouldn’t leave empty-handed.
Perhaps he could offer him an escape, to avoid the war that was going to engulf the world… However, just as Laine was about to continue speaking, the prince suddenly lifted his head.
After a glance at the black shears, Paris’s gaze slowly rose.
As their eyes t in midair, Laine didn’t see fear in the prince’s eyes, only desire and struggle.
“Your… Highness.”
“She’s dead now, so those things she showed probably won’t co true, right?”
Paris spoke slowly, as if choosing his words carefully.
“That’s correct, at least you can see it that way for yourself.”
“Atropos won’t co for you anymore… And as for those things she showed you, they were never going to co true.”
Laine nodded slightly in agreent.
“Is that so…”
The prince’s eyes flickered, his hand subconsciously brushing over the black shears.
The dark golden blood flowing over them made this seemingly ordinary tool mysterious and dangerous.
Yet feeling its cold touch, Paris’s heart grew fervent.
“So, Your Highness, it seems you’ve gotten what you wanted, killed your enemy—though it’s not exactly what we agreed on, but I did indeed provide so help, right?”
“That’s also true, so if there’s sothing you want to know, I’d be happy to enlighten you.”
“If there’s sothing you desire, I can also try to fulfill it for you.”
Frowning slightly, Laine nodded again.
And at that mont, he realized the prince’s intentions.
One’s nature is hard to change… Perhaps so things are destined to happen, even without the influence of fate.
Even though he had guessed, Laine still asked one last question.
“So Paris, what is it that you want?”
“Power, wealth, or life?”
“Whatever you choose, I can satisfy you.”
“No, I want none of that.”
The prince spoke with conviction, “I desire them all, but I have experienced them all.”
“Power, I was born a prince, wealth, I have never lacked.”
“As for life, I’m not yet old, so why should I worry about youth?”
“So if I must choose the one thing I want the most… my answer is singular.”
Deliberate in his words, Paris finally uttered the na that haunted him in the illusion before Laine.
“Helen, I want Helen.”
“I only want her, I am her true love, and she is my only one; and having witnessed the hardships of the future, we will definitely not repeat the sa mistakes.”
“…”
“…If you want to find her, why co to ?”
“You should know where she is and how to bring her back.”
After a mont of silence, Laine looked at Paris as if staring at a raft willingly heading towards the Abyss.
Yet standing by the unnad pond, the prince was completely unaware.
“Of course, I know where she is, I will never forget her place, although it was just a eting in an illusion.”
“But this ti it’s different, this ti, I won’t sneak her away, I will openly take her from ho; and this ti, even without Onone’s healing potion, I could live until the end of my life.”
Onone, the River God Kobren’s daughter, was Paris’s true wife and the only one in the Prophecy who could save him from the grasp of death.
Originally, in his fated path, the prince had abandoned her for Helen.
And ultimately, with a wound from an arrow and no cure to be found, he had to face death in despair.
This ti, although circumstances had changed, Paris harbored the sa thoughts.
“You want this pair of shears, right? But they were given to personally by that witch.”
“Although I do not know the true use of it, I understand that without the user’s permission, others shouldn’t be able to utilize this special tool.”
“Since you claim to possess greater skill than her, then demonstrate it, enabling to withstand a hero’s arrows, enabling to take Helen away from Sparta.”
“One item for another, the shears for you, strength for , that is my only request.”
Even though he knew the man before him might not be of good nature, and he might harbor resentnt for his request.
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