Chapter 1342 1314. Target
"So you're fine now." Master William sat on the swinging easy chair and said slowly. "You can even say it's just right! It's just right!"
Lan En's [Spiritual Vision] is just right.
The height of his field of vision was high enough to see Master William's 'true appearance', but he did not take in too much of the local truth from the depths of the world as 'nutrition'.
It has little to do with the land of Yanan, or with those ancient gods and superiors.
After just a few words of negotiation, Lan En, who put his hand on the back of the easy chair, nodded silently, as if he had understood something.
"It seems you do see far with those eyes, Master."
The witcher said calmly.
"Not much, not much." Amidst the gentle shaking, the old man smiled tremblingly, "I just saw some fragments, but they are just fragments."
"I even have to let you come to me before I can finally be sure that your vision is high enough."
Lan En then asked: "Then you must also know my goal and current dilemma."
"Yes, yes, I know everything." Master William still responded unhurriedly.
But Lan En lowered his head and looked at the old man nestled in the recliner.
"I don't doubt your vision and arrangements. After all, your vision is higher than mine now."
The demon hunter first spoke to Master William sincerely and humbly, but then the conversation changed.
"But you haven't reached the realm of the Ancient Gods now, right? So why can't the Ancient Gods see the things you can see?"
The novel stimulation and nutrients needed to improve Lan En's [Spiritual Vision] can be accumulated from journeys in many worlds.
But Master William must conduct research and discovery in Yanan to reach this level.
If his vision is already comparable to that of the ancient gods, then according to his [spiritual vision] theory, having the same vision as the ancient gods is equivalent to being equal to the ancient gods in terms of life form.
He will become the new ancient god.
But here's a joke: He's obviously not crazy about having a child of his own.
"Prudent." Facing Lan En's question, Master William first commented, "Prudent is a virtue."
"If Lawrence and Miklash were not so impatient and were as cautious and prudent as you, then Yanan might be much better off now."
"Son, have you considered coming to Byron Weiss for further education?"
Lan En tilted his head, looked at the huge full moon on the lake outside the terrace, and sighed: "Now is not the time for joking, Master William."
"Hehehe."
The old man laughed from his muddy throat.
"But it's like you took my words as a joke, ancient gods. Don't they think we are just a bunch of 'jokes'?"
Lan En nodded calmly and rationally, with an expression on his face as if the words that compared him to a 'joke' were just a breeze blowing on his face.
"You want to say that the ancient gods despised us, so they didn't pay attention to us. But it's still not enough."
The enemy's slight is not worthy of wrath, on the contrary, it is a card to be exploited.
Lan En does not object to the enemy's contempt. Anyway, in the end it will be a life-and-death fight. What does the enemy's mood have to do with him?
The enemy is dead, why does the dead person care about him?
If you die, you don't have to worry about it.
Because He was born with the two most critical points.
Rather than saying that the hunters murdered Him on that dirty beach, it is better to say that since the Healing Church discovered His existence, those who really wanted to kill the Son of God have always been other ancient gods at the same level of life as Him. .
And the curse that comes from being murdered and dying young
After Master William's confirmation, Lan En had some guesses.
At the end of the nightmare when he, Maria, and Adeline left, Germann once said, "In this nightmare, he repeatedly gave up the final blow to kill the Son of God to Ludwig," and the curse was indeed passed by Ludwig. Vichy shared a share.
By analogy, it is difficult to say whether the old hunters who were trapped in that nightmare and suffered repeated torture were also pushed up to the top of the cylinder by some ancient **** who acted at that time to share the power of the curse that was dropped when the Son of God died.
"Understood."
Lan En's hand gently left the back of the easy chair and said in a deep voice.
"What you mean is that the internal fighting among the ancient gods is getting more and more intense."
"But precisely because of the intensity." Master William added with a smile, "We humble microorganisms with narrow vision have a chance."
"It seems that you have determined the situation." Lan En squatted down next to the rocking chair with his tall body, and the armor clicked under his movements.
"Tell me, who is your chosen target? Who should I deal with?"
Like a student eager for knowledge, the young demon hunter asked Master William sincere questions.
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There was no verbal response. The old man in the rocking chair just turned his head silently to the huge full moon on the lake.
"Really?" Lan En also raised his head and looked at the huge moon, "I've never heard of it. I thought it was someone with a good reputation like Orton."
"Precisely because of its reputation and long history, His method of seeking children is not the most radical. It can even be said that His method is the most stable precisely because of the margin brought by strength."
Master William shook his head and said.
"Ancient gods, plural ancient gods. You shouldn't be so naive that you think you can clean them all out at once, right?"
"We can only prioritize the most critical and dangerous one. He may not be the most powerful one, but he must be the one who makes the situation worst."
"At any rate, let the dream end first."
"Completely agree." He stood up on his knees, which meant that the negotiation between Lan En and Master William had come to an end.
They reached basic mutual trust and confirmed the feasibility and specific goals of the action.
“Where do I find Him?”
"You know that place well." Master William whispered as if dreaming, his body slowly rocking with the rocking chair, "You got an exquisite doll there, do you remember, child?"
The demon hunter nodded calmly, and then walked towards the terrace and into Byron Weiss's building without looking back.
"Last question, Master William."
"Ah, please speak."
The old man in the rocking chair said warmly.
"What are your plans after the dream ends?" Lan En stood on the dividing line between the terrace and the building, his voice low, "We are going to kill one of them. Can you bear it?"
"No, I'm not worried about this, kid." The old man still spoke slowly, as if his reactions had aged.
But the old smile on his face has never changed.
"My vision has grown to this point in Yanan, and it has been too deeply involved and ingrained. Moreover, this is the theory I created."
"It deserves a witness. A martyr."