[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

——Control your destiny and predict the future?

This kind of question seems to be very tempting, and no one who has been taken away by a fortune teller is not moved by it.However, for Ace, who believes in "magic is the best", this kind of question is simply too stupid... He answered bluntly: "I don't want to."

Paddy Amon: "..."

"I want to learn divination, not because I'm interested in fate." Ace felt that he could understand the thoughts of the priest, and after thinking about it, he explained: "You know, I always thought I was a gypsy, and the gypsy Isn't that what the Sairen do for a living?"

The priest asked in surprise, "Why do you think you are a gypsy?"

……how could I know?Ace couldn't help but groan.In fact, these are hobbies of the original owner, he just happened to be a little interested.

There are generally two names for the original owner in the team. Gypsies like to call him Esmeralda, while Egyptians like to call him Eswan (emerald). Of course Ace defaults to his name as the latter, but Green Gem himself seems to prefer a more feminine title, and also prefers the work done for women in the social division of labor...

——This is probably related to the fact that he always wore skirts when he was a child, because this appearance is not very pleasing on boys, but it is cute no matter how you look on girls.In order to get a few more sous, gypsy women like to wear emeralds for women's clothing. It is always more rewarding for her to collect rewards than others, which makes emeralds closer to gypsy culture.

...he can even dance, and he looks like he can dance very well...

Recalling these past events excavated from the original owner's memory, Ace couldn't help pressing his forehead, feeling like his veins were twitching.According to the gypsies, the fate of people with the same face will be roughly the same. However, his fate is very different from that of emerald. A noble son who was unlucky once, but a vagrant who has been unlucky until his own unlucky...

And now he had to adapt to this life, to the emerald life—and then he could create his own.

For now, he's doing pretty well.

After asking that sentence, the priest did not get an answer for a long time.He waited patiently for a while, seeing that Ace really didn't want to answer the question, he brought the topic back to the original direction: "...Are you not interested in fate?"

"Everyone is interested in fate." Ace came back to his senses, looked down at the blade of grass in his hand, and replied blankly: "However, knowing too much is not a good thing."

——The astrologers on the continent of Maris, as well as those members of the Holy See who used prophecy, most of them died young or suffered extremely tragic fates.Predicting the future requires paying a price, and changing the future requires paying even more.No one can jump out of the "rules", even gods need to abide by the inherent laws of a world.

He thought that Padiamon, who is good at divination, would agree with his words, but the priest shook his head and said in disapproval: "It is human instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Isn't it a person who can avoid disasters and usher in good luck through prophecy?" A rare opportunity?"

"What if fate is unavoidable? It's like you are destined to wander here." Ace let go of his hand, and the green grass blades were sprinkled on the table, and one or two fell from the shaking of the car.He never wanted to know his own fate, because some things ended up going the same way, and the result could not be changed.During this period of time, he also regretted it. If he hadn't gone to the North Continent to meet Emperor Odin, what would have happened?

——The answer is that his meeting with Emperor Odin is inevitable.Because that time the Magic Association sent people to meet in order to prepare for the reception in the Westland, and Emperor Odin went to the Westland to visit the Forest of Elves...

As the famous "Glory of Water" in the continent of Maris, even if Ace didn't go to the mission, he would be among the people who greeted and accompanied him.The Odin royal family is said to have the only precious books that allow people to understand the rules of God. With Ace's promotion speed, not to mention 40 years, it is possible to visit them and try to borrow them for breakthroughs in 20 years. How could it be possible to avoid meeting each other?

...Of course, it is not impossible to change fate. If Ace didn't have this handsome face, Emperor Odin probably wouldn't fall in love with him at first sight.However, this possibility is impossible, even if the Chuangshi God pleads, don't let him give up his handsomeness!

Ace, who didn't feel that his thoughts were going astray at all, stroked his cheek quite narcissistically, and continued unhurriedly: "——If fate cannot be changed, then it is useless to know; and if fate can be changed , Knowing what will happen in advance with the help of external force is not the work of the strong."

Paddy Amon had a weird expression on his face.He looked at Ace quietly for a while before saying, "I don't want you to spy on fate, Emerald—because sometimes, fate does have its inevitability."

His gaze was too complicated, as if he didn't expect Ace to say that at all.Ace faced his scrutiny calmly.Even if he accepted the identity of the emerald, he never planned to hide himself from anyone.

The unlucky little devil of Emerald left this world with a fever, and he also appeared here after his death—explained by fate, it was a coincidence, so he didn't need to worry about anything.

However, just when Ace thought that Padiamon would say something more, the old man suddenly changed the subject and said seriously: "Divination is not my forte, and that is not what I want to teach you. Do you know how many people there are in ancient Egypt?" Are you a god?"

"..." Ace shook his head honestly.

"Oh, I don't know either." The priest said with a smile.

"..."

"I think you are more or less aware of your amazing power." Padiamon said, "This kind of power is not available to everyone, and we call this talent 'God's gift'. In my impression, this ability is only possessed by true Egyptian blood."

"I'm a Frenchman."

"That's right, that's why I don't know how to teach you." Paddy Amon sighed, "We are born with this kind of ability, but only through the gift of God can we fully display these abilities. I With the power of the wind, so my name is Padi Amun - which means 'Given by the God of Amon'. The only god who can correspond to the power of light is Ra, maybe I should name you Ramses, but this It's too late, fate has already shown you another way."

Ace doesn't think the name is very important. There are also some conjurers on the Maris continent who can curse people to death by virtue of their names.But I've never heard of it, and you can get power related to gods from the name.He perfunctorily changed the subject: "So, God Amon is the God of Wind?"

"No, in a sense, God Amon and Ra are one." The priest said in an inscrutable manner, "However, it's not the time to understand this yet. Let's try how to stimulate your power first. Try praying to Ra..."

His voice stopped abruptly, because Ace had gathered a dazzling light cluster in his hand.

"...Have you ever prayed?" the priest asked dryly.

"It doesn't seem to be." Ace tilted his head, gestured with his hand, and said seriously, "Just thought about it, and it came out with a 'swoosh!'."

The priest was silent, and said after a long while: "Very good... Then I think, next we should practice control."

Although it is still broad daylight, the white lights flickering from the sacrificial caravan are still very eye-catching.Several half-grown children squatted on a car, chatting while looking at the light that lit up there.

"Where did you say that light came from?"

"Maybe it's just a mirror."

"My mother said she saw it with her own eyes. Esmeralda just touched Guy's face! Her face became intact!"

"Don't talk nonsense about Hakemu, your mother wasn't there at all. Maybe he just performed a magic trick!"

"What kind of magic can have such a magical effect? ​​At least Mrs. Goode's face is really uneven now."

"Maybe she wasn't burned at all, just put a little ashes on her face."

"Perhaps you're right, Hakim, but there are so many people watching."

"So you think Esmeralda really has that wonderful ability to shine, Harim?"

"This question should be answered by Bashir. Didn't he feel it himself? When he woke up, he yelled 'glowing demon' or something..."

So all eyes in the car turned to Bashir who was sitting alone in the corner.The latter felt the gaze, and raised his head angrily: "What are you doing! What are you looking at!"

"We're looking at the prince." Hajimu complimented him, playing tricks on Halimu.Halimu coughed and said, "Actually, we are very curious about what happened by the river this morning..."

Bashir's face became very ugly: "Hmph! What's so curious about that kind of thing? Haven't you all seen it?" He raised his chin sarcastically, "But, if you want to see my jokes, you still have to Very good!"

"It's not because of this, Bashir, don't you wonder what our emeralds are doing at the priest's place?" Hakemu opened the curtain and pointed to the caravan that was slowly following them. "It's so bright, it's still twinkling..."

That light shouldn't be some secret weapon, right?

Bashir glanced at them: "Are you curious?"

The three children nodded in unison.

Bashir snorted and said contemptuously, "Curiosity but dare not go up to see, what a bunch of cowards."

"We are waiting for His Highness to lead us," Hakim said.

Bashir was obviously flattered, and his expression stretched a bit: "Coward, then come with me."

The rest of the people didn't notice their movements.Led by Bashir, they jumped out of the caravan and stood there for a few seconds before the sacrificial caravan slowly followed.Bashir jumped on the shaft of the car in a heroic posture, and opened the curtain with his hand.However, almost immediately, a glaring white light shot out from inside the curtain, hitting Bashir's face straight.

Bashir screamed and fell from the car.

Ace poked his head out from the curtain, and showed an innocent smile to the three stunned teenagers:

"Ah, sorry, my hand slipped."