Chapter 301 Cutting the Thread of Destiny

When Harvey saw the group of fierce Tiefling soldiers, he felt like he was dreaming of his first encounter with Amber.

Do prophecy mages have to cheat people to advance to legend? Is this some weird promotion ceremony? Has he been an apprentice for so long just because he is not ruthless enough?

But reality did not give Harvey a chance to sigh. The fierce soldiers had already started to rush over, trying to catch Mr. Doom and Harvey's accomplice.

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

The wine poured out and was stepped on by these soldiers. At the same time, Harvey's dice of fate had been thrown on them.

Possible slips became certain slips.

All the tiefling soldiers fell to the ground and slid a long distance. The force of this fall was not small, shaking the chandelier of the tavern, and these soldiers couldn't get up for a long time.

Harvey quickly turned his head to remind Mr. Doom to take the opportunity to escape.

However, he found that Mr. Doom had already climbed out of the tavern through the window and was waving at him.

Harvey was now certain that this must be his teacher's fellow apprentice. As expected of a prophecy mage, he would never put himself in danger.

Harvey did not hesitate, but directly performed the Phantom Step and teleported to Mr. Doom's side, and then asked, "Where are we going now?"

This is the territory of the Tieflings. It is not okay to hide anywhere when being hunted by the authorities, and Harvey does not know why Mr. Doom was being hunted.

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

Harvey was puzzled. They just ran out of the tavern through the window. Is that safe?

Out of curiosity, Harvey looked into the tavern. The soldiers who had just fallen to the ground got up one after another and were about to find Harvey on the windowsill. At this moment, the chandelier of the tavern shook and dropped a candle, which happened to fall on the face of a soldier. 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 blind.

The soldier struggled frantically and knocked the soldier who got up behind him to the ground. After a while, no one noticed Harvey standing in front of the window.

Is this the power of fate?

Harvey didn't see Mr. Doom roll the dice of fate, nor did he feel him cast any spells, but this coincidence was clearly the power of fate.

Mr. Doom didn't explain and walked forward slowly, so Harvey could only follow him.

The two walked to the street in a grand manner. The tiefling soldiers who had been tricked just now also chased out of the tavern, but no matter how they searched, their sight could not fall on the two. Either they were blocked by passers-by, or they just didn't see the car, or when they were about to see it, their companions suddenly shouted and realized that they recognized the wrong person.

Harvey watched the dozen soldiers running past the two people, and didn't see the two people who were walking slowly.

"Excuse me, how did you do that?"

Harvey was very curious. Even if it was the Die of Destiny, the effect couldn't last that long, right?

For example, when Harvey threw the Die of Destiny to make people fall, it would only happen that time. When they got up, the effect disappeared. It was impossible for Harvey to make people unable to walk for the rest of their lives with just one dice.

But Mr. Doom was obviously continuing to exert this effect, making those 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. Doom laughed and said, "Isn't he better than your teacher?"

Harvey discovered that Mr. Doom had a really bad relationship with his teacher, and he always wanted to suppress the other.

What to do now? Harvey hesitated for a moment, then said: "But it was my teacher who beat you, wasn't it?"

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

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

Mr. Doom said unexpectedly: "With that bastard's personality, how could he teach a student like you? He is a character who can do anything for the benefit. You don't look like a master and apprentice?"

Harvey didn't know how to explain. Strictly speaking, he was self-taught. Amber Xiu really taught Harvey only a few times. Usually, he stuffed a lot of magic books for him to read by himself.

It may be for this reason that the two have quite different personalities.

"Forget it, I'm not kidding you, a kid. I'll teach you."

Mr. Doom grabbed Harvey's hand and waved it in front of the two of them. Dense lines suddenly appeared in the empty space.

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

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

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

Under the guidance of Mr. Doom, Harvey saw a bright red line, which not only connected himself and Mr. Doom, but also connected those soldiers, and finally extended to further away. But if you look closely, you will find that this line is broken somewhere.

"Cut off the possibility, and it will prevent this possibility from happening. Your dice of fate is to normalize countless possibilities, and I completely cut off one of the possibilities. Before this thread heals, they can't see us anyway."

Harvey was very surprised. Is there such a use for the power of fate?

Mr. Doom was very satisfied with Harvey's expression and said proudly: "On the road of fate, I have gone further than your teacher. He won that year, but that was because this bastard used despicable means."

Harvey did not refute. With his understanding of Amber Shu, he really can do anything. Using other means to win is really in line with his habits.

Harvey didn't want to hear bad things from his teacher, so he quickly changed the subject and asked, "How long will it take for the thread of fate to heal?"

"It depends. The section I cut can probably last for five days."

Harvey couldn't help asking, "Is it possible that the thread of fate can be cut forever?"

"Yes, but the cost of doing so is too high. By the way, I'll show you something good. Follow me."

Mr. Doom quickened his pace and brought Harvey to a low building in the city.

Harvey followed him in and found that it was a very clean little house. Not only was the place spotless, but all kinds of things were neatly placed, without the slightest bit of embarrassment of a fugitive.

What attracted Harvey the most was the large bookshelf that filled the room. Harvey took a few glances and found that the types of books were very diverse, with almost all kinds of books. Mr. Doom was very similar to his teacher in this regard. At the beginning, the most common thing in the castle was not magic materials, but large bookshelves with several layers.

Sensing Harvey's gaze, Mr. Doom said, "Read more books. Everything in the world is fate. The more you know, the deeper your understanding of fate will be."

Harvey said sincerely, "Thank you. I will study hard."

"Okay, follow me."

Mr. Doom took Harvey to a small room, rummaged through an iron box, and found an inconspicuous slate.

Mr. Doom handed the slate to Harvey and said to him, "Take it. This is the teacher of me and your teacher."

Harvey hurriedly observed it carefully, but found that the slate looked nothing special. It was a thin piece, not as big as a palm, and there were no words or carvings on it. There were only traces left by the years, and perhaps 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, but told Harvey: "Take it back to your teacher. I have kept this thing for so many years. It's 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 get to the point: "Sir, about the letter written by my teacher..."

Mr. Doom said with a little disdain: "Okay, I know."

The old man walked to a recliner and lay down, and took out the letter written to him by Amber.

The more he read, the deeper his frown became. Finally, he squeezed the letter hard, and a ball of fire came out of his palm and burned the parchment to ashes.

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

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

Harvey was relieved. The teacher was not always so pitiful.

Unexpectedly, it was less than a day after arriving in the Kingdom of Unholy Songs, and the matter was settled. Harvey asked curiously, "Sir, have you been waiting for me in the tavern for a long time?"

Mr. Doom nodded and said, "We prophecy mages always have some sense of major events related to ourselves. I knew it before you set out. Now the domestic situation is unstable. It will be difficult for you to find me. It is better for me to wait for you here."

"Excuse me, sir, why are you wanted?"

This is where Harvey is most curious. How can a legendary mage, a very rare prophecy mage, stand on the opposite side of the kingdom?

"It doesn't matter if I tell you this. The unclean ones are collecting materials to build a new gate to hell. Do you know what materials are needed to build a gate to hell?"

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

Mr. Doom sighed and said, "It requires a lot of blood and flesh sacrifices."

Harvey was shocked. These words sounded like blood.

Mr. Doom said solemnly, "Before, the kingdom used the flesh and blood of livestock to build the gates of hell. Recently, they have started using humans."