Warlock Apprentice

Under Lapuye’s secret starry technique, the atmosphere of the Stargazing Hall gradually calmed down; not only did it become quieter, but everyone’s emotions also began to stabilize.

Those who were previously immersed in future fragments were, under the secret starry technique, all extracted from their personal emotions. The entanglements within the future fragments seemed to become affairs of strangers.

Now, they were merely observers, calmly reflecting on everything that had occurred.

When Lapuye was casting the secret technique, he deliberately glanced at Dororo, the prophecy apprentice who had caught his eye in previous Stargazing Days.

Lapuye noticed that compared to Maya, her disciple Dororo was especially silent. Under the secret starry technique, he remained as indifferent as ever, as calm as a true observer of time and space.

There was a sense of approval in Lapuye’s eyes.

Lapuye’s expression was also noticed by other prophet wizards. Although some prophet wizards didn’t understand what was commendable about Dororo, the observers centered in the group understood Lapuye’s meaning.

Evidently, Lapuye held high regard for Dororo.

They, too, were curious about Dororo; they hadn’t forgotten his deity-like expression during the previous stargazing. However, they didn’t immediately question Dororo. Although Stargazing Day had ended, the real focal point was yet to come.

Once everyone regained their composure, they all looked at Lapuye with expectant eyes.

Lapuye, understanding their intent, slowly returned to his seat. Once seated, he scanned the room and said, ”Stargazing Day has officially ended. Now, it’s time for all of you to exchange insights.”

As Lapuye’s words fell, almost everyone in the room held their breath, their ears standing sharply. These prophet wizards generally didn’t possess the ability to see the future within the Mystery of the Stars, but they had traveled from afar to the Glorious Realm precisely for this moment.

Among them, though most came with secret orders from their witcher organizations, they would have attended even without such orders. Gathering more future data was enormously beneficial to their own prophecy deduction.

Therefore, when the exchange officially began, no one made any distracting comments to disrupt the venue. All focused on Lapuye, waiting for him to announce the rules of the exchange.

”This exchange, with the most participants in the last thirty years, includes eleven observers coming. I believe the presence of so many excellent wizards should yield many prophecies that could impact future dynamics.” Lapuye paused, glancing at the assembled observers and then the surrounding prophet wizards.

”Since there are so many people, the rule for this exchange will simply be independent speaking.”

Normally, Lapuye would first let the observers speak, but this time he suggested independent speaking, not restricting the speaking order of observers and ordinary prophet wizards. This seemed fair, but some observers harbored subtle speculations.

For example, at this moment, the observer with three heads, all eyes closed, ”Guardian of the Dead Sea” Hydra, was surreptitiously using the Soul Guidance Technique to converse with a friend by his side.

”Speaking order often represents importance. In the past, Lapuye let observers speak first and, during the next day’s exchange, had other prophet wizards speak. It subtly implied that future fragments seen by observers held more value.” Hydra paused, a speculative look in his eyes: ”But this time he chooses independent speaking. Does this mean he believes the prophet wizards below may also have seen very important future fragments?”

Beside Hydra sat a slender figure shrouded in a tattered cloak, nearly a dried skeleton underneath. He was Hydra’s only friend in the Crown Star Church, a death oracle—”Transcender of Chen Mai” Asetos.

Asetos responded indifferently, ”Lapuye isn’t someone who shoots aimlessly. His arrangement for independent speaking certainly contains an insider story. So, your guess is likely true.”

Hydra’s eyes lightly swept over Maya: ”Previously, the Witch Maya had lost her sense of time. Perhaps she is why Lapuye arranged the rules this way.”

Asetos lifted his head noncommittally, a green ghostly flame flickering in the hollow sockets beneath the cloak: ”Perhaps it’s not just the Witch Maya; her disciple also warrants attention.”

Hydra looked toward Dororo, having noticed Dororo’s peculiarity earlier, albeit doubting its significance.

Asetos seemed to notice Hydra’s disdain and said blandly, ”I saw him on the previous Stargazing Day. His talent is peculiar, and his origins are unfathomable. Lapuye has suspected him of being...”

Asetos paused under Hydra’s curious gaze, then shook his head: ”Let’s wait to confirm it before discussing further.”

Asetos’s hesitation prompted Hydra to pay a bit more attention to Dororo, and upon looking, he did indeed notice something peculiar.

Just as Asetos said, Dororo’s origin was a mist. His past and future seemed in constant distortion.

This was the first time Hydra had seen such a situation.

However, what startled Hydra the most was that while he was secretly observing Dororo, Dororo suddenly turned to look at him. Although his gaze was calm, Hydra perceived a hint of repulsion, even wariness, in that unwavering gaze.

Dororo actually discovered his surveillance?

An apprentice discovered his prophecy?!

This was particularly astonishing for Hydra because although he was secretly observing, he wasn’t directly watching Dororo. Instead, he was discreetly predicting Dororo’s past and future on the plane of prophecy.

Dororo not only noticed someone secretly observing but even pinpointed it as him. This was something Hydra found inconceivable.

Generally speaking, only official wizards possess such high spiritual senses. Moreover, they must belong to the prophecy branch to sense others’ surveillance amidst the drifting fate and swaying time.

Ordinary prophecy apprentices couldn’t sense it at all.

For Dororo to so clearly identify Hydra, did it mean Dororo, on a mental level, had already reached the realm of official prophet wizards? If this were true, wouldn’t it be simple for him to promote to an official wizard once his physical body met the requirements?

While Hydra was shocked by his own speculations, on the other side, Lapuye had already begun addressing the crowd, ”The exchange begins now, who will go first?”