Sartre's status is so noble that he can ignore the Iris family of the kingdom, so the guards of the small prison naturally dare not stop him.

Or rather, they pretended not to see the swagger, and deliberately pushed open the thick prison door a little more for easy passage.

Sartre also explained in a low voice: "Sir, I am currently living in the city lord's mansion for the time being, and it is safer there."

Alas, it's an adult again?

When Aaron noticed this honorific title, he suddenly remembered the city defense captain Colin. The bald middle-aged man seemed to have called him that way.

He thought it was just a kind of respectful title in etiquette, but now looking back, something seems a little wrong.

"Why did Uncle Sartre live in the City Lord's Mansion?" Aaron asked subconsciously.

If two people just walk but don’t chat, the atmosphere will be too dull.

Besides, he couldn't suppress his curiosity anymore.

He knew very well that Sartre was definitely not his cheap uncle and there was no reason to take action.

Sartre whispered, "I will explain this to you when I go back."

For some reason, the prison in Leiden City was built near the Lord's Mansion. Sartre took Aaron for only a few minutes, walked along a thick stone wall and walked through several gatekeepers and arrived at the temporary residence.

It was still noon, and the sunlight showed the scene inside the house.

Although the residence was prepared for the noble prophet, the facilities were not particularly luxurious, with only one bed, a table, two chairs and a box for placing miscellaneous items.

The only decoration of the entire room is the silver candlestick placed on the wooden table.

Everything is simple, but durable.

Sartre took out his crystal ball again and poured out the azure blue psychic powder from his waist bag.

But this time, he gritted his teeth after pondering for a moment, poured out a little more and sprinkled it on the crystal ball.

Aaron could clearly feel an inexplicable fluctuation in the room. Although it was sprinkled on the crystal ball, the entire residence actually emitted azure light.

It seems that there is a lot of psychic powder this time, and the blue color did not disappear with the wind this time.

"Uncle Sartre, this is..."

"Sir, this is astrological barrier that can prevent our conversation from being eavesdropped on by others." Sartre said respectfully, and added: "Just call me Sartre. You must know that I am not your uncle, this is just a cover-up of identity."

really……

Aaron knew it, "So, Sartre, why are you helping me?"

"For I am a prophet," Sartre replied without hesitation, and then paused, "...my advanced prophecy tells me that I should seek you, and have what I need in you."

"What do you need?" Aaron's mouth twitched.

Traveling to another world, the old man who started the game wanted his life.

Now, two men are in the same house, and the sound insulation effect is great, and it is almost impossible for anyone to disturb them...

Aaron, who has received the modern knowledge explosion education, always felt a little strange, as if he had seen the kind face of a man.

"I don't know." Sartre shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I am a prophet, but I am not a prophet... I have no fragmented and obscure dream scenes, only brief prompts."

His advanced prophecy was specially prepared for him by his mentor. With the help of the power of the Star Tower itself, he was able to seize some possibility in the long river of fate.

This is also a kind of welfare of the Tower of Stars, and it is also what many prophets dream of.

“What is the prompt?”

Sartre subconsciously looked up at the roof, hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Go east, the player of the string of fate."

Looking at Aaron's confused eyes, Sartre couldn't help but add, "It's easy to understand to walk east, I've come here all the way east. And the player of the string of fate mainly refers to those who have changed their fate."

Speaking of this, he took Aaron a special look.

Even if Julian, the Lord of the Tower of Stars, believes that he does not have the talent to become an excellent prophet, he is a real bronze prophet after all.

Of course he knew what the word "destiny changed" actually means.

The destiny of all people gathers together into a long river of destiny. The destiny of all people was set as early as the beginning, and "changed fate" undoubtedly caused a certain river to change its position restlessly.

Although this may be a destined destiny and does not break out of the scope of destiny, this insignificant change also requires an extremely expensive price.

In Sartre's memory, the lowest level of change of destiny requires prophets above the gold level to cooperate with specific rituals.

Not to mention the poor success rate, regardless of success or failure, the ritual holder, that is, the prophet, will still need to spend at least five years of life, and it is more likely that during the ceremony, they will become crazy and even become cultists of a certain sect because they see things they should not see.

"The far-sighted one is, the more ignorant it is."

This sentence is a must-remember maxim for all extraordinary people of gold and coin, and is also engraved on the gate of the Tower of Stars for all visitors to remember.

Thinking of this, Sartre believed that behind Aaron, there must be some golden-level extraordinary person.

Or...can you ask the teacher?

Sartre couldn't help but think of this, but he immediately extinguished himself and smiled bitterly.

And while Sartre recalled, Aaron was also thinking.

Although he did not understand the true meaning behind "the player of the string of destiny", he could understand the meaning of "destiny was changed".

It seems that his inexplicable time travel has changed the fate of his original body owner?

The memories of this period surged in my heart again, flashing like a revolving lantern, but Aaron always felt something was wrong.

"Do you know the human-faced rat sect?" Aaron thought of the old man at the beginning, and then the black smoke like a living creature, and hesitated to ask.

"I don't know much about the Human-faced Rat Cult. I just know that they are a group of cultists who are good at hiding and disguising. Their object is human-faced rats, a kind of mouse with human-faced faces. Of course, there are many such rats."

Sartre frowned and tried to recall, "It is said that as long as the believer is pious enough, he can even gain the recognition of the human face rat and become a human face rat. Of course, there are also believers who try to find sacrifices for his master and let his master come to this world through a specific advent ceremony."

He couldn't help but glance at Aaron.

It seems that Aaron was regarded as a sacrifice for the advent of a human-faced rat cultivator.

"Aren't you afraid that I have become a human-faced rat?" Aaron said half-jokingly.

Of course he didn't believe that he was possessed by a human-faced rat.

He was now able to vaguely confirm that the strange black smoke should be the soul of a human-faced rat, and his system was able to be activated by absorbing the soul of a human-faced rat.

But when Aaron recalled the system's requirements, he couldn't help but feel a little tooth pain, "Absorbing new energy will activate the first stage."

Where can I absorb new energy?

It is impossible to make him the sacrifice of the advent ceremony of a certain sect again, right?
Chapter completed!