Fast Transmigration: The Strongest Speech Spirit System

Chapter 133 The Dragon Slaying Necromancer

The devil tiger led them to the underground palace. When the fortune-teller Wukaxi saw them, his old face suddenly became ugly.

She shouted at them irritably, with a disgusted tone: "Damn it! What are you doing here! I've said it all! I won't hide the heart of your fortune-telling dragon somewhere!"

Bishop Willai couldn't help but find it a little funny when he saw her angry growl, coupled with her trembling and arched old body.

If I remember correctly, this fortune teller seems to be over a hundred years old, right? But why is this temper still like a child? Arrogant and rude?
The crazy old man in front of her, the young girl showed rare patience, she smiled slightly, the dimples on her cheeks looming: "Mr. Wukaxi, I know that this kind of thing can't be done by force, but the reality is, this time It was your Angela who brought us here, and said she wanted to help me."

"You're talking nonsense! An wouldn't...!"

The old man was dumbfounded as he watched the girl put her hand on the proud head of the devil tiger, and the docile devil tiger let the girl get close to it without any resistance.

"You...what did you do to my Angela?" the old man roared, and he was about to rush towards the girl. His trembling body made such violent movements, making people worry that she might fall down.

Facing the old man's questioning, the girl showed a dejected expression, her eyes were full of sadness, and she choked up and said: "Your Excellency Wukaxi, you really misunderstood me, I have a sincere and urgent heart How could someone who came to beg you do something that would make you feel angry? As you can see, it was moved by my sincere pleading heart before accepting me and bringing me before you again."

The old man's movements paused slightly because of her injured expression. She looked at Angela on the side with cloudy eyes. He looked at her deeply with a pair of expectant and gentle eyes that she was familiar with.

Kirikasi's heart melted instantly. Angela was raised by her, and to her, she was just like her child. How could she bear to refuse her child's request.

The old man relaxed in an instant, and a compromising expression appeared on her wrinkled face: "Well, I don't know how you moved Angela, but I have always been a good child, since it wants to help you, Then I will do a fortune-telling for you, but the ugly words are up front, whether or not the fortune-telling will yield results is beyond my control."

Bishop Weilai did not expect that things would become so simple. Before, this old man still acted like I would not divination for you even if you killed me. Why did he change his mind in an instant just because of the attitude of a monster? ?
He wandered between the Demon Tiger and the old man in confusion, but he still couldn't find the answer he wanted.

The cardinal felt that he had never realized that he was such a dull person. Before that, as the last cardinal bestowed by the pope among many bishops, Viller had never felt that he was such a dull person. people.

"Okay, let's start divination." The old man slightly raised the staff in her hand, and she turned around and came to the middle of the formation in the middle of the hall full of strange runes. above.

Bishop Vilay watched the old man lift the staff in his hand, and the rings of the nine crystals rang slightly. Holding the handle of the staff with her haggard hands, she stroked lightly on the floor covered with runes.

Faint golden light came out along the traces she had scratched, and the old man was chanting some strange spells in a low voice. Bishop Vilay was sure that these spells were completely different from magic spells, and they were not the ones he had heard before. A spell.

The old man drew a total of nine strokes, and nine golden glows lit up on the ground. She put down her staff, closed her eyes, and chanted ancient songs in her mouth. She was singing, which is the oldest language in the Sita Continent.

Ah! The greatest god of prophets, you are unique in the world...

You are the noble and only God in my heart...

Even if the light disappears and darkness falls, you can still guide me the way forward...

I am your most devout believer, and I am only willing to dedicate my soul to you...

Bishop Vilay could not understand such language, but he could feel the power of the purest faith from the old man's low prayers.

This kind of strong thought power is no less than the power of their singing to the God of Light in the ceremony.

The old man's voice stopped slowly, and when she finished singing the last sentence, the golden light in front of her was at its maximum, and then disappeared into the hall as she stopped.

The old man slowly opened her eyes, and she looked ahead, with an unusual light of wisdom in her eyes.

"Okay," she said, turning her head to look at the girl, "My divination came out, the heart of the black dragon is in Madesa City."

"Madesa City? How is this possible?" Bishop Weilai couldn't believe that the divination would result in such a result. In the capital city, why is the dragon's heart in such a place?
"Are you questioning my divination?" The old man stared firmly at the cardinal, his eyes full of anger.

"Ah... that, Mr. Wukaxi, I didn't mean that!" The cardinal realized that he seemed to have said something terrible.

"Get out! Get out, all of you! I don't want to see you again!" The old man picked up the staff and hit the cardinal on the back. Bishop Vilay flinched in pain. Damn it! There will be so much strength!
The three were kicked out of the underground palace, and the girl touched her nose resentfully as she faced the slammed door.

"It's all right now," she smiled slightly, "I can't even ask one more question, and this Lord Wukaxi will never allow us to get close to her precious magic tiger again."

Bishop Weilai blushed inexplicably. If he hadn't questioned it, maybe they would know a little more information now, and now...

His guilt suddenly rose in a straight line.

"Okay, since it happened, that's all." The girl sighed helplessly. She looked at the cardinal and asked seriously, "Do you know the city of Madesa?"

Because of these words, the Knight of the Holy Golden Rose and the Cardinal looked at the girl's pale and soft face in amazement.

The cardinal's eyes widened: "What, you don't even know the city of Madesa?"

(End of this chapter)