Chapter 69

PS: Sanjiang, Sanjiang, my dearest Sanjiang, please, which of the fellow villagers still has Sanjiang tickets, have mercy on me.

"Your Majesty Gabotris, the young dragon knight has arrived at the border and will soon come into contact with the rebel forces." Desa lowered his head, making it impossible to see his expression, and his tone was indiscernible, showing neither disappointment nor frustration.

"What about your magic? Why couldn't you stop him?" Gabotris sat steadily on the throne, seemingly not very angry about the news.

"The other side has a mage; my tracking spell was detected." Desa's voice became even less clear.

"It's a simple task—bring the child and her here." Gabotris threw a decree in front of Desa, signed with his own name.

"This is a bit difficult," Desa resisted, not very willingly.

"I know, they are in Warton." Gabotris ordered Desa to raise his head. His eyes, never clouded by age, seemed to see through the magician's mind and body. The immense dragon power firmly held Desa in place, even though he was a transformed, invisible magician, he felt a fear of death at this moment. "The process is always bumpy, but that suits my purpose. The child will lead us to the Bier Mountains, and soon the moles of Warton will appear. So, this is your task again—go and remind the people who resist me that as long as I am king, those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish."

"This decree can mobilize the northern army; I don't want to hear any more objections."

The loot from the raid, except for the alchemical materials, was just taking up space. To free up space in the insect colony, Chu Ci sold the remaining items cheaply to the villagers of Taret, earning their unanimous five-star reviews. Even a few fiery girls gave him flirtatious glances, hinting at a fleeting romance.

However, from their hospitality, Chu Ci noticed something: this place was very poor. Compared to Kawah, although there was no exploitation by the royal army here, it was indeed very poor. Chu Ci began to consider whether the so-called protagonist truly symbolized justice. On the journey, although most places had an extremely poor reputation of Gabotris, their prosperity was also evident. In this no-man's land, everyone was struggling to survive.

The choice between a happy life under a dictatorship and a life of poverty and hunger under freedom—perhaps Chu Ci could not make the decision for the people here.

The puppet spirit he had released was eavesdropping on Brom's conversation. He was arguing with a tribal elder named Joad. Joad did not want to take Brom to Warton because the northern army was currently sealing off the mountains. If they were discovered, the entire village would be in danger. However, Brom insisted that Joad lead the way and promised to protect him.

Too naive—Chu Ci could only think that Brom's understanding of human nature was insufficient. Not everyone in the world would have the same firm ideals and principles as him. For the masses, a peaceful life is what they are accustomed to.

"Where is Eragon?" Chu Ci remembered that in the original plot, there was a fortune-teller who predicted Eragon's fate. It would be worth checking out to see if the fortune-teller could predict his own fate.

The dim light in the room made one uneasy. The fire in the fireplace was barely alive. Eragon and Angela sat at opposite ends of the table, with a pile of dragon bones between them: "nrdhn memory fate thought."

The dragon bones shimmered, emitting a mysterious glow. Angela's beautiful dark green eyes turned bone white, as if her mind was possessed by an unknown entity.

Angela looked at the first dragon bone, her face showing a hint of confusion and envy.

"Eternal life, the supreme authority of this land is trying to control your mind and fate. Countless futures await you, each filled with blood and battle. Only one can lead you to happiness and peace. Be careful not to lose your way, for you are one of the few in the world who can choose your own fate. This freedom is a gift from heaven, but it is also a responsibility more binding than chains."

Next was the second dragon bone, symbolizing death.

"There is a lightning pattern here, which will bring you a great sorrowful death. In the end, you will embark on a long journey, and your fate will be to leave here forever."

Then Angela said that Eragon would suffer betrayal from his family.

"That's impossible," Eragon shook his head in protest. "Roran and my uncle would never betray me."

"Let's talk about something pleasant, then. Here is your love, you will experience a magnificent and romantic love, a beautiful encounter with a noble and wise admirer."

Before Angela could finish, the door curtain was pulled aside, and a strong wind blew in, disrupting the order of the dragon bones.

"Ah, what's going on?" Chu Ci poked his head in, saw Eragon, and walked in. "What are you doing, getting a fortune read? Hurry up, it's my turn next."

Angela angrily put away the dragon bones and coldly hummed, "It's done." At this point, Chu Ci noticed that her eyes were changing color, from white to a deep, dark green.

This meant the end of the divination.

Eragon's expression was strange, as if he had been interrupted while listening to a sales pitch, feeling very unsatisfied. What the hell does this mean? If he knew that in another world, a man named Zhuge Liang was also interrupted during a divination, he would definitely shout, "Heaven above, why do you treat me so unfairly?"

Chu Ci didn't pay attention to Eragon's expression, sitting next to him and eagerly asking Angela.

"Help me read my fate."

Angela looked deeply at Chu Ci for a long time, then put the dragon bones into a leather pouch made from dragon gall, recited a spell, and laid out the bones again.

"An unknown past, present, and future, this world cannot contain your existence. You are the source of war and the messenger of peace, the balancer of order and chaos."

"Your form will undergo a great change. You will have a longer life than now, but you will also suffer a more profound loneliness."

"The sky will bow to you, the earth will pay homage to you, the forest will cheer for you, and you will embark on a supreme path."

The first three dragon bones' predictions were quickly explained by Angela, but Chu Ci could tell that these were just traces of what had already happened or was about to happen in this world. They did not predict anything about his true departure from this world.

Angela looked at the fourth dragon bone, staring blankly, sometimes glancing at Chu Ci cautiously, and sometimes looking at Eragon with a hint of sympathy.

"What is it? Keep going," Chu Ci urged, anxious for Angela to continue.

"This... this is your love," Angela stammered, saying the first half of the sentence.

"Love, hurry up, I'm in a hurry." Chu Ci found it amusing, wondering if he would really develop a relationship in this world.

"You will experience a magnificent and romantic love, transcendent and unwavering, more enduring than the empire. I cannot see if this passionate love will have a happy ending, but I can see that your lover is of noble birth, with supreme power. She is strong, wise, and incredibly beautiful."

As Chu Ci was stunned, Eragon suddenly felt a sense of nr.

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