Chapter 605: Manipulator Of Fa And Fate
“How many holy light engravings will it take to reveal and decipher the conspiracy surrounding ?”
Annan asked.
Faced with the offensive question, Tragedy Writer did not get mad.
He was calm, and he looked at Annan through the mirror with a smile, “Then, it depends on the conspiracy.”
“The word [conspiracy] has a broad aning. No fewer than ten people are committing a ‘conspiracy’ against you for ‘love’. So still don’t know your existence, and their conspiracies are related to you. Would their conspiracies count?”
“If I were to tell you everything, then this is not a matter that can be resolved by more than a hundred holy light engravings. On the contrary, that is already closely related to the truth of [conspiracy].”
“Then, tell one by one.” Annan replied without hesitation, “What’s the deal with Professor Wolf?”
“What did he want to do by sending Doreen to ? What did he want to do by becoming Professor Wolf?”
“Do you still need to ask?” Tragedy Writer replied leisurely, “Don’t you have the answer in your heart?”
“I thought you were only looking for fun, but I didn’t know you were a riddler too.”
Annan said coldly, “I’m using holy light engraving to buy the answer, Your Excellency.”
Besides, I have multiple answers in my mind.
There are even contradictory ones.
I’m here to get the direct answer instead of asking for hints.
“This question is worth 40 engravings.”
Tragedy Writer shook his fingers as he chuckled, “[Frederick]… Do you know why his surna is Wolfheart?”
“That’s because he has exchanged his heart for a werewolf’s heart.”
“As you can see, he made so interesting arrangents. He divided himself into two halves, split his mory, and changed his na. He thought that he could escape from by doing so.”
Keep dreaming.
Tragedy Writer didn’t say anything, but his mocking and joyful deanor was already conveyed to Annan through the mirror.
His reserve made his expression never so straightforward.
“I am the first deity who has achieved splitting personality. I am also the deity who has studied the ‘na’ the most.”
Tragedy Writer had just finished speaking.
A prompt finally appeared before Annan’s eyes.
[Acquired occult knowledge: The second real na of the Deity of Conspiracy and Murder “Tragedy Writer”.]
[This occult knowledge can be used as “Golden Spell (Idol): True Na Looting”.]
It could not be used as an influence to cast rituals, nor could it be used to summon deities.
“Tragedy Writer” purified the occult knowledge of his real na to such purity.
“Rember. This is [lampus], not [Sophocles].”
Tragedy Writer raised a finger and made a silent gesture, “Of course, you can perform a ritual using ‘Sophocles’, but I no longer consider it occult knowledge. Only when the na ‘Sophocles’ is spoken during the ritual does it correspond to as occult knowledge and get consud.”
“After all, it’s just a pseudonym. Although it’s a well-known pseudonym to everyone, it can also be regarded as a real na since there is no aning in making people forget the pseudonym.”
“If you need anything, call by my real na. I took back the other power gathered around this na to prevent you from misusing and forgetting it. After all, this is sothing that no one knows except you. Mr. Ray also told you about it because you are the one who asked this question.”
Tragedy Writer said leisurely.
Simply put, “Sophocles” was a business number, and “lampus” was a personal number…
Annan instantly understood what Tragedy Writer ant.
As Annan conversed with Tragedy Writer, he grew more accustod to His indirect way of speaking.
Annan was in awe of the Tragedy Writer’s control over power in the occult knowledge of his real na.
Annan dared not say that other upright deities lack this ability. After all, it didn’t seem to have much practical use, and perhaps They simply didn’t need to do so. However, Annan could also tell it was a very intricate and ticulous technique.
“So, you should also realize how stupid it is for him to try to escape from by manipulating his na?”
The elegant middle-aged man with black hair, black eyes, and well-defined features showed a sarcastic smile, “In the words of your world, isn’t it teaching the fish how to swim [1]?”
“Don’t drag into it,” Annan interjected calmly.
“After he found out that it was impossible to escape from no matter what, I think he might have gone mad.”
The smile on Tragedy Writer’s face was always elegant and gentle, “He gives himself the heart of a wolf. Then, he carefully manipulated the werewolves to make them seize power in Austere-Winter Dukedom. It was all because he was afraid of .
“In the end, he finally realized that no matter how much he flattered , my attitude toward him would not change, and I would not take his life. Thus, he decisively abandoned his previous conspiracy, all for the sake of self-preservation. A half-hearted sche… ironic, isn’t it?”
Speaking of this, Tragedy Writer shook his head slightly and said hintingly, “When a drunk man can break free from drunkenness at any ti, it ans that he is not drunk at all but just pretending to be drunk.”
“What does that have to do with ?”
“Naturally, I wanted to test whether you were truly Annan·Austere-Winter. It’s a probe — you know what that ans, right? That little girl was nothing more than a fate probe.”
Upon hearing that, Anna quickly understood the situation.
“The goal was to intertwine her fate with [Annan].”
“That’s right. The avatar you currently use is Michelangelo’s last masterpiece before his ascension. This marble golem has self-awareness and the ability to self-propel, making it immune to most spells from the Prophet and Idol schools of magic.”
“While the golem can’t deflect Gold Rank’s Idol Spell, it’s also a pity that the highest level of the spell to view the thread of fate will not exceed Silver Rank. That is to say, Frederick cannot view the fate of [Ghirlandaio].”
“The thread of fate cannot be attached to the golem. Then, there is no way to manipulate, vibrate, perceive, or affect your fate remotely… It is also impossible for him to decipher the thread of fate and infer your real na by looking at the past.”
Since “Ghirlandaio” did not have a thread of fate, even the higher-level Idol Wizard couldn’t check what happened in the past.
Annan quickly understood the problem.
Wait…
That being the case—
“That’s right.”
The Tragedy Writer interjected, “Because you took her in, ‘Annan’ had an indirect connection with her.”
“If [Ghirlandaio] is not Annan, then why does Doreen, who has a clean background and doesn’t wander off, have a fate thread connected to [Annan Winter]?”
She shouldn’t have t Annan·Austere-Winter.
…Wrong.
If it was at that ti that Professor Wolf was finally able to affect Annan, he should have been too late!
Because at that ti, the player had already arrived at Sporeggar Mill!
Annan finally reacted.
Why was he drawn to Sporeggar Mill? Why he t Nefertari through the dream of Sporeggar Mill and was further drawn into “Nightmare: Gemini”?
“Husky and Thirteenth Fragrance”, who were similar to the two characters involved in the past, were sent to crack this nightmare and expose the true identity of “Professor Wolf”.
Professor Wolf couldn’t do such a thing.
It did him no good at all. On the contrary, it made his already calm life turbulent again.
However, for the Tragedy Writer, this was undoubtedly a rare delight.
“So, it was you from the very beginning?”
“It’s .”
Tragedy Writer replied frankly, “Before you left Noah, I have been watching you since you left the Paper Princess and Faceless Poet. Specifically, it was when you wanted to go to the Razor Territory in Bloomfield Province and the Sporeggar Mill below it. I have influenced your fate since then.”
“Under the protection of the Book of Divine Transporter, I could only do one thing. That is to let you choose [Sporeggar Mill] from the many cities in the underground kingdom. That was the result when I gave everything I had to extend the story that unfolded afterward. However, it has nothing to do with in the end, but the real ‘fate’.”
Destiny was the wheel of the Divine Transporter.
The Tragedy Writer sighed a second ti.
“Doreen failed to assassinate you, couldn’t transmit more information under manipulation, and wasn’t personally retrieved by Professor Wolf himself… because Professor Wolf vaguely sensed that you were following the ‘plot I set up’ and moving forward accordingly.”
“Of course, he doesn’t dare to clash with you again. He doesn’t dare to trap you on the ground anymore and waste your ti.”
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